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neymar was in the bathroom when luara woke up, presumably throwing up.
she kept thinking about what he said, and she could barely sleep because of it. she'd woken up just as he'd let go of her to go to the bathroom. she couldn't wait for him to come back so he would leave, but she was nervous to face him.
she sat up, leaning against the headboard and playing with the hem of her sleeves. she was anxious, to say the least. finally, she heard the toilet flush, the tap turn on and off, and then the bathroom door opened. she glanced his way. he was still in his underwear, looking groggy and exhausted.
he noticed she was awake, because when he walked past her to round the bed, he squeezed her knee gently.
"hey, lua." he said lowly, his voice raspy. he got back in the covers beside her, sitting in the same position she was. she was surprised that he wasn't even questioning how he'd got to her hotel room, or why.
"you should probably leave." she didn't look at him, afraid he'd remembered what he said last night, and hurt her even more with it. she was scared that if he did remember, he'd either tell her he was telling the truth, or tell her he didn't know what he was going on about. both would leave her even more hurt.
he ran a hand over his face, "not right now, not today."
"no, you should leave now." she responded quietly, wrapping her arms around her legs and looking to the other side of the room.
he was silent for a moment, "now? no."
"yes, now." she looked over at him to see his confused expression, "get dressed, you need to go."
more than anything, he was questioning why she wanted him gone so quickly. usually, she let him stay with her for longer, not kick him out as soon as his eyes opened. he wasn't a one-night thing, even if they didn't have sex. not to his recollection, anyway, but his boxers were still on, and she was in her pyjamas.
"let's– let's go back to sleep, it's early." he brushed her off, figuring that she hadn't slept well, maybe because of him, and he began to move further into the covers, but she was quick to stop him.
"no," she cleared her throat, "neymar i want you to leave."
he furrowed his brows slightly at her. she'd never done this before, and he didn't like it.
"what is wrong with you?" he scoffed, "the minute we both wake up you want me gone, why?"
she rolled her eyes at him, standing from the bed to go get his clothes for him, ignoring his question.
"luara, answer my question." he sat up fully again, his head pounding from his hangover, and the confusion she was causing.
"get dressed," she hissed, getting angry with him now that he wouldn't leave, and tossed his clothes at him, "leave."
