DIAMONDS.

3. *

Ney sloppily kissed me, picking me up and holding me against the wall. 'Let's take this upstairs, yeah?' He asked, smirking. I nodded, he quickly walked upstairs, me following, holding on to his shoulder. We got into his bedroom, it was nice. Sleek, you might say. But I wasn't too focused on the bedroom in that moment. Neymar carefully threw me in the bed, before turning his shirt off to show his lean build. I removed my shirt aswell, showing my lace bra. 'oh você sabia não sabia?' (Oh you knew didn't you?) he asked in Portuguese. I smirked, 'pode ser.' (Maybe.) I replied, before
unclipping it. His eyes widened, as he slowly took of his pants, a large bulge in his underwear.

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I woke up, my head banging. I turned to see Neymar, naked and by my side. 'Oh my days, ney!' I woke him up. 'What happened?' I asked, as he only slightly opened his eyes. 'Hm, let's see, we slept together. Think that's it, oh and by the way. You give good head.' He smiled, before turning onto his side and resting his head in the pillow. 'Ney, this isn't funny, what if I'm pregnant?' I whined, rocking him to wake him. He turned and placed his hand on my upper, bare waist. 'I've always wanted a little princess.' He shrugs.

'Yeah, well you won't be the one going through 9 months of pain having the little princess!' I whined again. He moaned, 'you whine in and out off bed, when can I catch a break, bela menina?' (Pretty girl.) he asks, slightly staring at my lips, mostly at my boobs. 'My eyes are up here, dummy.' I flicked his head. 'Never noticed.' He smiled. I huffed, grabbed a pillow and hit him with it. 'Aw come on baby, c'mere.' He gripped onto me and pulled me closer, so we was basically spooning. He kissed my neck slowly, making me moan slightly.

'Stop, Ney. If I'm not pregnant right now, I don't want to risk those chances.' I said, turning to face him. 'Why not? Life is fun risking chances.' He smirked, taking the hair in my face behind my ears. I rolled my eyes, smothering a smile. 'Okay, okay. What you want always comes first, always, okay? Remember that?' He asked me, more of a rhetorical question, but I still nodded.

All was still and silent for a good five minutes. 'So what are we?' I asked him, scared to face him in case of rejection. 'Whatever you want to be, a couple, friends, friends with benefits..' he smiled. 'I'm okay with friends with benefits of you are, but only with protection.' I whispered to him, kissing his head. 'I'm okay with it too.' He smiled resting his forehead on mine. I gave a slight smile before clearing my throat. 'Maybe I should go to the shops, you know for a pregnancy test?' I said, jumping out off bed. 'You can borrow one of my shirts if you want.' He said pointing his finger at the top draw where I'm guessing his shirts were. I nodded, running my hands on the front of my thighs before rushing to the shirt draw, a sudden insecure feeling rushing over me after I took a glimpse of my body in the mirror.

'Você não precisa se esconder de mim, seu corpo não é nada para se envergonhar.' (You don't need to hide from me, your body is nothing to be ashamed about.) he said, calm and sweet. I slightly grinned, putting my head down as I was flushed. I looked in the draw and grabbed a old, oversized, brasil shirt.

I clipped my bra onto the second row before placing Neymar's brasil top on and throwing on my white shorts and converse. I walked out of Neymar's bedroom, which Neymar was still laid in the bed of. 'Wait! You don't want me to come?' He yelled out the bedroom door. I spun around and walked back into the room.

'Don't you think it's sketchy enough the fact Paparazzi didn't catch me going home last night? Or the fact I'm wearing your t-shirt.' I emphasised on the your part. 'Fair enough. Just please tell me the results.' He begged, looking deeply into my eyes.

'No worries, I will.' I smiled, walking out the apartment, phone in hand ready to call a cab.

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I woke up suddenly, sweaty, warm and my left boob hanging out of my lace pyjamas.

Thank God it was just a dream. I huffed. Normally, I wake up with a headache, mostly just a slight one though. But this time? No, this time my head felt as if some mini-man was punching the insides of my brain.

I noticed a paracetamol packet on the edge of my bed side table. I keep them for this exact reason. I pop one in my mouth before taking a quick swig of my water that has probably been there for a week. I could tell by the warmth of the water and the dust on the rim of the glass cup.

In all honesty, I wanted to see Neymar, and badly. He seemed like a need in this moment, and I don't know why. We hardly talked at the party, except from walking in with each over and exchanging nods and smirks, we didn't even speak. It seemed way to soon to say anything about my small feelings to him though.

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I spent all day in bed, Neymar had tried ringing me, but I couldn't even speak. I was that hungover I declined a call from Neymar Jr. It was weird to think that Neymar can call me but I can decline because he will call me another time. Younger me would've been over the moon to know that me and a professional (cute) footballer are friends like that.

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Wow, I thought. It was only a small crush, but all I could see was red. I couldn't believe him, after all the sweet talking and random calls and text messages, he's doing it all to other girls. She's beautiful. Drop dead gorgeous you might aswell say. I can't blame him. But wow I thought something was starting to evolve with me and him.