𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨; 𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘫𝘳 [COMPLETE]

chapter eighteen

MANCHESTER, ENGLAND
2 days later.

i had been back at home for all of ten hours and my parents hadn't given me a whole five minutes alone yet. thankfully someone knocked on the door.

"i've got it." my dad grumbled walking over to the door, me and my mom were talking about paris, well more her talking at me about the eiffel tower.

"ducky, someone's here for you.." i chuckled as my dad looked dazed. messi. the only person that could make my dad look that lightheaded.

i walked over to the door and smiled at the man who was stood awkwardly at the door. "hi ducky." he smiled, and i slammed the door in his face.

he knocked again and i opened it, "sorry. hi noelle." he replied and i grabbed my coat.

"that's better." i told him, as the two of us walked down the hall, followed by two of his security men. "he single?" i teased as he glared at me.

"don't even joke." he lightly slapped my head, the two of us laughing as he told me about his trip to spain. we got into the car, and sat awkwardly across from eachother.

"this is weird. i don't like this." i said bluntly as he agreed, sitting up straight. "i'm not talking about him. unless you've talked to him. then you can talk about him. talking about me. to me."

he waved his hands in the air, "stop. stop. you've hurt my brain." he smiled and i opened one of the bottle of water he had. i forget how rich this man is. "are you okay?"

i sighed and nodded, him obviously not believing me. "i want to hate him. i should hate him." i groaned, moving so i was next to him. "he's a dick. like, did you see his post! i almost flew back to paris and castrated him."

he laughed nervously, looking over at me. "he regrets that. i think. i hope.." his tone getting less and less convincing. "i did warn you."

"do you want castrated too?" i shot back at him as he moved across a seat so he was up against the window shaking his head. "that's what i thought. where are you going anyways?"

"i don't know. we're just driving around, i'm only here for an hour, just wanted to check in on you."

i smiled at him, he flew to another country for an hour just to check in on me. "you better be donating to climate crisis. you could get cancelled for this."

he rolled his eyes and nodded. "i know. i'm in my taylor swift era." he said sassily.

"oh. my. god." i covered my mouth. "what was that?! who are you!" i hit his arm and laughed out. i'm scarred for life.

"so. are you going to tell me what happened?" he asked, and i smacked my lips together before nodding.

i told him everything that happened, everything. honestly, i think he was more mad than me at some moments. he almost called him and cussed him out, which resulted in me having to fight the old man to get his phone.

"i'll kill him. murder. i'll beat him to death during a game. i'll smack his head against the post." he kicked the chair opposite him, making me laugh.

"toddlers really do have anger issues." i teased, and he crossed his arms.

"i'm on his side now." i punched his arm playfully as he laughed at me. "i think he's taken too many balls to the head. and you too many to the face." he laughed at his own joke and held his hand up for a high five.

i stared at him blankly. "maybe antonela is a gold digger.." i said as he side-eyed me. "no one would choose to be with you. are you forcing her?"

"you're a prostitute. like. he payed you after you had sex. whore!" he shouted in my face and i laughed out, hiding my face in my hands.

"shut up leo." i sighed and looked back up and out of the window. "why do you think he did it?" i said softly as he patted my back.

"i don't know elle, but i'm flying back tonight and i'll find out. i promise." i turned around and he hugged me. i smiled softly and hugged him back, "what do you have planned for this week?" he changed the subject.

"playing the wii and crying. probably order wagamama's. cry some more, then listen to conan... and-"

"cry? yeah i got that." he interrupted, i laid my head on his shoulder. "you have to come back to paris though. we miss you."

"i will. for ciro, and ciro only." i told him and he chuckled softly, nodding. "i'll miss you guys too.." i told him.

we drove back to my house as leo had his flight back home soon, we said out goodbye and planned a trip for me to visit them soon.

i walked into my house, my dad practically jumping on me when i walked in. "have a good time?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders.

i chuckled and nodded. "yes dad, i will introduce you to the garden gnome next time." i told him as he hit the back of my head. "ouch! i'm never too old to call childline!"

"don't disrespect him like that! he's the greatest footballer of all time!" he cursed me and i chuckled at him, "besides rooney." now i was laughing at him, as i shook my head.

"he's my friend. and sure dad." i patted his cheek and looked down at my phone. the smile immediately dripping from my face.

ney🤍
hey.. uhm. how are you?

noelle🖤
how am i? seriously
neymar?

ney🤍
i know. i don't know what
to say noelle.

noelle🖤
oh i don't know, maybe
sorry? or an explanation.
noelle🖤
no, actually i don't want
that,i just want to forget.
forget everything.

ney🤍
you don't mean that. just..
let me come over to manchester,
let me explain.

noelle🖤
no ney. whatever that was, i don't
want to go through it again. you
obviously have some stuff to work
through. so do that.

you changed 'ney🤍's' name to 'neymar'
is this correct
yes|no

neymar
noelle. please.

noelle🖤
please neymar. leave it alone.
at least for now.

neymar
i miss you .
seen

—
just a small filler chapter
because that game gave me
severe depression. ALSO, a
footballer who plays for reading
saw my story, wag life incoming😫😏