Define Me | A Soccer Romane [ NEYMAR JR. ]

8. reality by definition

“HEY! It’s Maggs” Gabriella pointed at Maggie with a smile on her face while being carried inside by Neymar. She had laid her entire weight on him and he struggling to keep her still, not because of the weight but because of the way she kept moving, imbalanced. Neymar looked at Maggie, worried for her reaction and already half exhausted.

“Oh my god.” Maggie ran to them, helping Neymar hold her up “what did she drink?”
“I don’t know I wasn’t keeping a list.”
“Hey Maggs, listen there may be some pictures-“
In a swift movement he slipped his hand behind her legs and lifted her up on his arms to carry her to the bathroom before she could finish the sentence.
“What kind of pictures?” Yelled Maggie but Neymar was already in the bathroom, letting her down on the sink, kneeling to take off the shoes.
“We should talk about tour. You should come with me-“
Neymar stood up, shaking his head “not now.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re drunk!” he helped her down from the sink and she reached for the belt in his pants, a move that in any other circumstances would have him smiling.
“We should have the sex then- “
He laughed snapping her hand off his belt and taking of her shirt. “We are not doing that either.” He started slipping off her pant, while she leaned her body against his shoulders to lift her one leg so he could take them off.
“Why?” she whined
“Because you are drunk Gabriella” he repeated, finally taking of her pants and getting up, leaving her with only her underwear.
“Then why have you been undressing me this whole time?”
“Because you are having a bath. Get in the tub!” he ordered, when she stood still where she was, he wrapped his arms around her waist and put her in himself, making her sit down “Don’t move. I’ll be back in five seconds.”

Before he left her, he left the water running, so the tub would get full enough to keep her warm. He walked out in the hallway, looking for towels in the closets-
“Did she throw up?”

Neymar jumped in fear, having no idea that Maggie was standing in the end of the hall this whole time. He held a hand to his chest, while he breathed heavily. “Malévola de merda. Are you insane?”
“No, I just enjoy scaring you. Where is she?” she handed him a set of her pjs and her underwear.
“In the tub” he answered, collecting the towels and then the clothes Maggie gave him. He could feel Maggie staring, warningly at him, so he gave a her a look of reassurance “Don’t worry, I’m not touching her!”
“You let the tub water running?”
“Yes.” He closed the closet door.
“You realize she won’t close it even if it starts running out, right?”
“Don’t worry it’s a big tub.”
“Good cause that’s where I’ll drown you if anything happens to her-“
“You know I am a little tired of your attacks-“
“She has been awfully silent, don’t you think?”

When Neymar realized what she meant, his eyes opened wide and he ran back in the bathroom, Gabriella had let herself sink in the water which thankfully wasn’t high enough yet but still enough for her to be able to sink half her face. He got on his knees quickly, pulling her up and shaking her to wake up. She smiled giggling.