Define Me | A Soccer Romane [ NEYMAR JR. ]

2. famous by definition

He went to Messi because truth was he was his closest friend in the sport. He was there are at his worst and the first time he ever felt like giving up, and every time after that. Ney didn’t expect to see anyone else on the field and wasn’t in the mood to have small talk with fans either.

When she left he noticed a mark of white paint in the back of her hoodie, he looked at Messi questionably.

“¿Quién era esa chica?”
Messi smiled and ducked to pick up the ball, put it in between his arm and his chest.
“Gabriella Hamill. Una actriz”
“¿Te gusta la Actriz, amigo?” asked Ney, teasing him. Messi slapped off his hands, laughing.
“Basta! Basta! Es una Amiga!”

Neymar smiled. Messi invited him on today’s dinner in his suite but he declined quickly and said he needed rest and he left.

He headed down the street, walking slowly in between the crowds when he noticed that same white paint mark on the black hoodie. He knew it was Messi’s friend. He walked a0 little quicker closer to her when he realized a bus was driving directly towards her. She mustn’t have noticed because she didn’t seem to bother. Ney jumped on her pulling her down on the ground last minute.

“¿Estás loca?” he yelled.
The girl kicked and punched to be let go. She released herself and got up.
“what the fuck are you doing?”

Neymar stood up and pointed at the street, looking shocked “you almost died.”
Gabriella reached for her shoulder, stroking it gently “you fucking Pushed me.”
“it was me or the bus Linda!”
“Who the fuck is Linda?”

Neymar sighed and let out a chuckle. He lowered his head and rubbed his eyes.

“just be more careful! People usually look around before crossing the street!”

With that he left. He turned his back on her but something in his chest told him he’d regret leaving her alone. According to Messi she didn’t want anyone to know she was in Qatar and Neymar knew all too well what it was like to get chased down by fans and paparazzi. He stopped on his tracks and walked back to her.

“You need a ride?”
“my driver is gone.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“you need to learn some manners!”
“you need to learn to say thank you! Now do you want a ride?” Gabriella didn’t answer and Neymar walked closer to her. Both of them hidden by their hoodies, their masks and their sunglasses. “I know who you are. Leo told me. I can help”
She crossed her arms and frowned her eyebrows “thiught you didn’t understand who I was”
“I didn’t. But I do now. Let me help so you don’t get ran over by a car again.”
She kicked on the ground, looking down “thanks for that. Sorry for reacting the way I did.”