january fourth | neymar jr

chapter six

Neymar

January 6, 22

  I had to wake up early for training, but before I started getting ready, I picked my phone up off the charger and saw that I had another message from Morgan. Yesterday, we talked a lot. Mostly about where we live. (It sounds weird, but we were really talking about the weather and stuff.) I tried to flirt with her a little bit, because in complete honesty, I had taken a liking to her. She seemed a little different, though. 

  In my last message before I had gone to sleep, I had said;

  It's been pretty cold, I was looking at your recents, it seems like its warm there haha

  Her recent Instagram posts had shown her in a bikini at the beach. I had spent a hot minute looking at them, but I wasn't willing to admit it, especially not to her.

  She had replied;

  Jacket weather, now. I wish it was still warm :( Probably not as cold as it is in Paris, it seems like you're wearing winter jackets while training. Poor you

  I smiled a little bit. She had been looking at my posts. I decided to get ready for my training, which was to start in an hour. I had showered the previous night, so I hadn't needed to do that. 

  While brushing my teeth, I thought about asking her for her number. It meant I'd be able to respond to her messages more easily, without having to check if she responded. I had my notifications off. 

  Ultimately, I decided to ask her, explaining that I had my notifications off. I had a tendency to throw my phone across the room once sending a risky text, but I just left it at my house when I went for training. I wouldn't be able to look at it for a couple of hours, if she did respond. It was near midnight for her, if she was still awake she'd probably be going to sleep soon. 

  Yeah, poor me. I'm used to it. Can I get your number? My Insta notifications are off

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Neymar 

January 9, 22

  I had my match against Strasbourg today. I asked Morgan to watch it, but I knew that she might not be able to since it was so early for her. Ever since we started talking, I had mastered the 9 hours apart thing. Any time I was reminded of the time, I would think, "Oh, it's 11 am for Morgan," or "So it's 2 pm for Morgan." 

  We really only had a three or four hour window when we could talk daily because of the time zones and our schedules. In three days, I had spent two of them up until 2 am just because it was most convenient for her. Most of the time, we messaged, but there was one occasion where we facetimed. I didn't regret asking for her number, clearly.

  Even my team had noticed that I was being more "cheery" and "enthusiastic." (Their words.) Messi was the most interested. At least once a day he had asked me if there was someone new in my life, which I didn't really know how to respond to. Morgan and I were just friends, so why was she making me so happy? Each time, I denied his assumptions. Each time, he put his hands on his hips and gave me his signature smug look. 

  I spent the entire day laying down, per coach's request. He didn't want us to be tired for the match, so he didn't make us go to a training. He said we've done enough training. I wasn't worried about the match, I thought it'd be an easy defeat. That was one of the reasons I had asked Morgan to watch it, I wanted to impress her. Why? Well easy, I had taken a liking to her.

  But not that kind, no. I was still very keen on my promise to myself from the start- I didn't want to have a one night stand with another footballer's sister. I wasn't like that. I knew she wasn't like that. 

  I had taken a liking to her, as in I wanted to talk to her, and I got excited when she messaged me. The one time we had facetimed, I had butterflies in my stomach as she spoke. 

  Just as if on cue, my phone chimed, indicating I had a message. I snapped out of my thoughts, sat up from my bed, and looked at it. It was from Morgan? But the time was 1 pm, shouldn't she be asleep? Well, clearly she wasn't. I opened it.

  4 am, can't sleep. I know you're up. Text with me?

  I laughed, laying back down on my bed and holding my phone above my head.

  You know, being off your phone might help you fall asleep

  When she sent a message back right away, it made my heart flutter.

  Well, I wanted an excuse to talk to you

  Yeah, that butterfly feeling's definitely back. I played it off.

  Can't complain, but go to sleep, or else you'll be too tired to watch the match :(

  I had really wanted her to watch it. She's probably seen me play before while watching with her brother, but this was different. 

  Morgan left me on read. I figured she was going to pretend to be mad, or she was actually going to sleep. I didn't say anything else to her.

^^^ author's notes:

ahh this is so short but its really cute and i'm major fangirling anyways

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