Football Smuts

Lost Love ft. Neymar Part 2

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Recap:

A week had passed, and there was no Neymar in sight unless you count the ongoing headlines about you both, but you refused to engage. When you found yourself alone in bed, you often wondered about his contact in your phone, debating if you should send him an angry text about him stealing the painting, which had your name written all over it, but that would only feed into his ego.

You were lying across your sofa, Jareth slowly falling asleep on your chest as you read through your new script and let your hand smooth down his black fur. The tv was the only noise in your house until the doorbell made poor Jareth jump in his spot. The elder cat let out a cry of a meow at the noise. Setting the script down, you scooped the cat up and held him against your chest and crook of your neck, cooing at him as you opened the door.

"It's an alright, old man." You kissed his head. "Probably just Jannet ordering some packages and isn't in to collect them." You referred to your neighbour as you met the eyes of a man you knew all too well. Neymar stood outside, a worried expression on his face which he tried to cover up with confidence.

"y/n..." Neymar stuttered.

"What do you want? And how do you know where I live?" Your brows furrowed at the sight of him.

"y/b/f isn't good at hiding secrets; you need a better assistant."

"She does fine, thank you." Your words were filled with venom as you spoke.

"You look good old man." He turned his attention to the cat, smiling as he watched a familiar sight. "He looks good for his age."

"Because I take care of him." Arching your brows at his words, you leant against your doorframe. "Why are you here?"

His smile dropped slightly at your words, but his confidence attempted to shine through his demeanour. "I wanted to give you something." He reached to the side and pulled a large wrapped item from behind your wall. "I'm sorry -"

"For?"

"Everything. I fucked up. The pressure from this stupid sport should have never led me to lose you."

"And you think a wrapped gift will fix all that?"

"No, but I hope it's a start. I'll fix this if you work with me. We both know there's something still there." She denies it, but truthfully, she's falling in love with him. Your eyes met his hopeful ones. He had a point, and if the two of you took things slowly and built on what you used to have, you knew you could fall back into his arms, probably a lot faster than you wanted to admit.

"Come in." You held the door wider for him, allowing him to drag the gift bigger than him into your front room before closing the door. You placed Jareth on the counter before turning to watch Neymar place the facility on the floor, his eyes longing on yours as he rose and approached you.

"Please just open it."

You gave him a silent reply before shifting your body towards the gift. Neymar took his place where you once stood, next to Jareth, whilst you kneeled down and slowly pulled the paper back to reveal the gift. All your anger filtered away when you were met with the eyes of the horse painting you once fell in love with at the gala. You started to connect the dots; he'd won that bid to see you again and make amends. Looking up, your heart melted even further when you saw what he was doing. That's when you realize that Neymar always felt like home; that's why you love him; he has a place in your heart that no one else ever could have.