『 Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs ✰ 』(ⁿᵉʸᵐᵉˢˢⁱ)

Chapter-8

- "What the actual f*ck-" Dani mumbled, staring down at his phone screen in disbelief. The team sat opposite of him, a few of them pacing around the room, the air in the locker room tense.

- "Did he pick up..?" Messi's voice tagged after Dani's, pure concern visible in his voice. His eyes looked gloomy, no shine to it as it did when Neymar had been here.

- "It's saying he has changed his number!" Dani stood up, brows furrowed and his statement too thick of tense. Messi's knees buckled from the shocking news being broke out to the team. The room fell silent, everyone striken by what Dani had just said.
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Nearly a month flew by, yet Neymar never appeared. The first few days of him not appearing didn't concern them as much as it did, when the 14th day of him not appearing at training came around. The last day was at Christmas eve at Leo's, and everyone was too dumb to realize the fact that no one has acknowledged Neymar when he suddenly left. Everyone was too absorbed into the party going on, and Neymar took thay chance to slip away, from furthermore pain to rush into him. Messi, nonetheless, gotten a girlfriend without informing Neymar about it. Even if Neymar knew, he would feel relieved to know that Messi wasn't getting intimate with someone else, well aware of the fact that he has a thing for Neymar. Neymar, being someone who's very active on social media, left that too. Messi didn't understand what he was supposed to do, and questioning to why this worst case scenario had taken place. There was a huge reason behind Neymar's sudden disappearance, and it was concerning everyone when at a point it hit it's peak. Well, others can go around being concerned, that's what friends do. Messi shouldn't, shameless enough to get a girl when he knows that they have a thing for each other. At the moment, it was like they were close friends. Not one single intimate moment they shared, right? This was how Messi felt like their bond is. He felt confused, perplexed.  He should be aware of the fact, how much Neymar's gonna cost him for un-knowingly yet knowingly shattering the Brazillian's heart on Christmas Eve. Not too much of a nice gesture from someone you wished to cherish.

Neymar's pov.
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Without letting anyone get a single hint, I left for Brazil. The only thing that could possibly lift my mood was being constricted between my dad's arms, warm and tight on his broad chest. My dad has been there for me ever since mama left the world. Even though I can't really deny the fact that the two were bad at conducting their love life and marriage, and were clearly not in great terms, they both remembered to stay hand in hand for me and my sister's sake. To let us know that even if no one wants to be there for us, or get's tired of us, one of them are always gonna be there until or unless we grow into adults. Well it isn't really helping, adulthood is worse than I thought, so to young people, I advice them to not wish to grow up. Then they're most likely gonna be prone to constant heartbreaks. I sigh, that night flashing over my eyes in a matter of second. I shake it off, staring into the ocean beyond the cliff. The wind was humid, but had a nice cold feel to it. Here in Brazil, winter isn't exactly winter, our country being on the tropical side. So well..yeah..that explains it. I sit on the grass, my ears slightly perking to the sound of foot steps nearby. Papa. He crouches over by my side, handing me a glass of juice. I accept it with a pleased smile, as he sits down beside me. He approaches me with a conversation as I take a sip. Nothing gets more refreshing than this.

- "Thoughts on returning back to Spain?" He pat me on the back. I didn't expect him to ask that, and felt a pang in my heart, assuming that I was a burden he was carrying in his shoulders now that I was here to just spend time with him. Being lonely is just plain boring, and it stabs me right in the heart when i realize why i actually came here for.

- "Pops, I can go back if you don't like me being here. You know that..you can just..tell it to my face.." I hung my head low, setting the glass aside. I held my tears in,..well..ironically enough he was the last person I could reach out to. I feel him hugging me, as I break down. I lean onto him, letting myself get over my emotions.

- "shh jr..you're gonna be alright.." he rubbed my back, the comfort getting me. He's great at consoling me. - "always remember jr, to a parent, their children remain as children. And you're an example of that, you understand?" I nodded, sniffling as he pulled back and ruffled my hair. I see he was about to say something, but he seemed to think twice about it. I just waited patiently, aware of his approach. Well not really aware of what he's about to come at me with.

- "It's better that you go back, and go on with your life Jr..I'm here if you wanna visit me, okay? Because of him, you can't stay hidden. And that too, not forever. Go on with your career s-" He stopped dead at his tracks when he saw my gaze. He gave me a look, and so did I. He's not supposed to have a clue about this. How does he even know I have a thing for Messi? I don't remember telling him...I was scared he would beat the f*ck out of me knowing that I'm gay. Well turns out he's been taking extra care of me knowing that I was in pain before arriving.

- "How do you know that.?" I didn't move an inch. It really left me bewildered to know that he knew what was up. It seemed too odd.

- "Son..uh..well..." He's someone I know who is always loud with words, and here he is, unable to answer a question as simple as that.

- "I mean..I saw you kiss the TV screen before you left Santos.." He eyed the phone. So Rafaella had spilled it. Damn that f*cking kid. God dammit. I'm breaking ties with that kid. We both fell silent, the water clashing against the rocks below. He sighed, as my memories with Messi gave me a slight tingle on the skin. How I wish I would've never even seen them kiss. How I wish I would just confess earlier.

- "Son..look..I can see it in your eyes. You're still up for him, no matter how many times you acknowledge that he actually got a girl knowing that you and him were a step away from getting..uh you know something. Whatever you youngsters call it. Give him a chance jr, he probably knows he has made a mistake and I'm sure he wants to make up for it. Trust me jr, you need to-"

- "Need to what? Get a second heartbreak? So you're trying to get me to give him a second chance, and then I'll be standing here again telling you the same thing over and over until it reaches a point where we all realize that it's a loop that we're stuck in. You guys would be lucky, but I wouldn't. I have feelings, and I've got better things to do pops. Yes, I still love him, yes I god damn do he's just so stuck in me and I'm all about him. If you want, I could go on rambling about just how perfectly God sculpted him. Yes he kissed a girl, but he didn't know I was behind the curtains. If he did, I knew he wouldn't even dare to imagine to bring a girl alone to his room. It's honestly both of our fault. I know that it broke me, I was devastated and still am, but we can't change the fact that I'm actually partially in fault in this matter. Suarez was right, I should've just told him how much I love him..want to spend the rest of my life with him.. just him and me..I-I promise to take good care of him but p-please..I beg him..n-not to disappear with someone else like th-that..pops..I-I love Leo.." I finally stopped on my ramble, breathing in sharply, soon blacking out.

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SNEAK PEEK OF NEXT CHAPTER-
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- "Is he fine at all..?"

- "Well, he's not. He is both physically and mentally weak and devastated. You have a lot to do and make up for, Lionel. Even when you knew well that you loved him and it wasn't a one time thing, then why did you go for the girl?"

- "I-I didn't mean to.." His voice trailed off, going utterly silent in guilt.

- "Say that to my son, Young man. You've got a lot of explaining to do. Pack your bags, you're coming to Brazil." Neymar's father hung up, sighing and staring at the door, behind which his son lay, weak and dis-mantled, in need of consolation and love. It was time that he gets an explanation from his love interest, Lionel Messi, who had supposedly kissed Antonella without actually in interest to do so. Just the thought of that night for Neymar would make him sink under his sheets, sobbing for hours on end. Now, his father had to take it in his hands being responsible. And so he did. Messi indeed did have alot of explaining to do, and he had to be prepared for the challenge that he's not aware of, he's up for.

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Hehe ik this chapter is absolutely ASS but bear with me, because it would grt too confusing if i would just start out with messi begging neymar for forgive and bla bla nlanskekdnd. So yeah, that explains it all. Bear with this stupid thingee now, I'll be sure not to disappoint in the next update hehe love ya'll 🗿🤍