DIAMONDS.

5.

'What do you want?' I said, slurring my words. 'Nothing, oh um 4 shots please.' He asked the man behind the bar, noticing him staring at him.
I scoffed, Neymar noticed and snapped his head my way. 'What's wrong with shots?' He asked, smiling. 'Pussy, two shots each?' I smirked, sipping my martini. 'Who said you're getting any?' He smirked back. 'Who said you're going to speak to me the rest of tonight?' I rolled my eyes and jumped down on the stool. I walked off, glass in hand, stumbling a tad.

I ran over to luana as soon as I spotted her, she was dancing with a tall, dark man. 'Luana!' I said giggling, stumbling in place. 'Woah, easy.' She said, also giggling like a little girl. It was obvious we were drunk. 'Who's this?' I said, chugging my martini and placing it on the shelf next to me. 'The one and only, Archraf Hakimi!' She exclaimed, laughing. The supposed Archraf chuckled along with her.

'You slut,' I replied, slapping her arm sarcastically as she grinded on him. 'Kylian is over there, you know, Kylian Mbappe? Go talk to him, you said he looked lonely Hakimi, right?' Luana rhetorically asked Hakimi, which he nodded to. 'Alright, alright.' I said, kissing her cheeks as a goodbye before pulling my skirt down and walking over to him.

'Kylian Mbappe?' I asked him, sitting down on the stairs he was also sat on. 'Y/n D'blanche?' He smiled, turning around to face me. 'That's me.' I grinned at him,  playing with my hair. 'You drunk?' He asked, giggling at my drunken state. 'Na, sober as a bird.' I slouched, giggling with him. 'You look prettier in real life you know?' He said, staring at my face. 'Not bad yourself.' I said, staring in his eyes. 'You're eyes are like completely black.' I stated, 'Wow, thanks.' Kylian smiled. I burst out laughing when I realised what I just said. 'God I'm so restarted.' I calmed down with the laughing fit. 'Restarted?' He asked, grinning bad. 'Oh wait, what?' I said, putting my hand on his shoulder and chuckling.

'I'm gonna throw up.' I groaned, rubbing my temples. Kylian brought me closer by my waist. 'It's okay, I'll hold your hair back.' He whispered before kissing my head. I rested my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around my waist. 'It's beautiful.' I stated, looking at the pink and orange sky, but more importantly the moon that lit up that sky. 'Must've got it's inspiration of you.' Kylian replied to my statement.

I looked up at him and kissed him. I don't know why I did it, I just did. I enjoyed it though, he's a really good kisser. He eventually broke the kiss to say, 'You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.' I don't know if his words were true, or he was drunk. He didn't seem drunk. I smiled and connected our lips again.

Kylian broke the kiss again. 'Problem?' I asked, a look of worry on my face. 'Yeah, we aren't at my hotel room. Come on, it's only there.' He pointed at the apartments a two minute walk away from the bar. 'Let's do it around the back, more fun.' I smirked, dragging him by his collar. We figured out the bedroom was better, we figured it out the hard way.

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I woke up in a bedroom I don't remember ever being in. I turned to see Kylian Mbappe?! The fuck? I checked under the sheets to see us both completely naked and his armed wrapped around my waist.  Great. I mean, I did need some dick, at least I got it.

I stayed cuddled with him like that for a bit, he was warm and I bet it was raining now in brasil. I could hear it on the window. I slowly got up from him, grabbing my lace bra and matching underwear, then grabbing my co-ord. I put them on quickly. I found the nearest piece of paper I could find and write my number and house number on it.

' phone number; +55 (24) 5447-4326.
House number; 346 (you'll find it, it's on the street where the brasillia bar is.)
           - y/n d'blanche x '

I put the pen down and walked out off the apartment room and into the elevator. I pressed 1, which I'm guessing was the first floor. I went through all notifications as I was waiting to get to the lobby.    

                             Ney ⚽️🇧🇷

< why were you with Kylian last night?
I saw you disappear with him.
seen.

Why does it matter to him, I thought. He was with another girl a couple days ago at a party, which he probably fucked.

I walked out off the lobby quickly, slamming the door behind me. I figured I was going to walk to my house, as it was only 7 minutes away from Kylian's. Then, I'd reply to Neymar.

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Ney ⚽️🇧🇷

< why were you with Kylian last night?
I saw you disappear with him.
seen.
First off, why does it matter to you who I'm with and who I'm not with? Second, I saw you post a picture of you and girl at a party, which you most probably hit and run. >
seen.

< It matters to me because I know Kylian!
He fucks girls and leaves them.

Oh, so like you basically? I know boys like you Neymar. Kylian might've played me but you definitely will not. >

< Whatever, y/n. I'll be waiting when he fucks you over and you're crying to me, don't worry
bela menina.
seen.

Neymar pov;

Girls like that need saving from guys like him. Yeah, he's Kylian Mbappe, my best friend. But that doesn't mean I can't warn innocent girls about him. Especially, y/n. She's so naive, and if she falls for Kylian, he'll only shut her down and make her feel like a whore for even trying. She needs me, I'll protect her.

And those other girls I fuck? There just there to be a replacement for y/n. When I'm making out with those girls all I think about is her. And ever since seeing her take care of Davi like that? I could already tell she adored him, and he adored her. It's stupid to think like that though, she could have the whole male population, more importantly, she could have Kylian, not me.