neymessi

anto..

Messi pov-
I love Neymar. I truly do. I miss his touch, his voice and especially his million dollar smile.
All of this makes me think. Do i really love him. I can't get Anto out my head. Why did she leave me so randomly? I've tried to get in touch with her for atleast a reason why she left without telling me what happend. We could of talked about it?

"Hey! This is anto, leave a voice message..." The phone call said.
Fuck sake.
"hey what you doing?" Neymar says as he comes into his room. I hid the phone and quickly end the line. "Not a lot.." i reply. He obviously notice something up because he keeps making sure i'm okay. i eventually cave in and say what's on my mind.
"you will get mad with me but i love anto still.." i spit out. "oh.." he answers. "Of course i love you Neymar, but anto is still in my head. I think this is all too soon.." I add.

"i think you should leave.." He quickly says whilst leaving the room. What? "I have no we're to go.." I say. I hear the front door slam, i just skim into his bed and feel my tears trickle down my face.