↳ ❝ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ❞ | footballers ✔️

˚˖✧ 𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫: 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 being on your own - not having the stress of a boyfriend by your side. You could do whatever you wanted to, you could talk to whoever you wanted.

You and Neymar had been broken up for about six years now. People still think you two ended things on a good term when that's the exact opposite on what you two did. Your relationship was always just based on hatred lust. Hence why it was more of situationship. You two never confessed your love to each other - you doubted that he even felt something as strong as love for you. You, on the other hand, fell hard for him. But those feelings were soon forgotten after he moved to Paris and left you alone in Barcelona.

However, you were now in a hotel in Paris. It was Messi's Birthday and since he had been a really good friend of yours, he invited you to Paris. You were getting ready, doing your makeup and your hair before putting on a tight black dress with a slit on the side. It was short, but since you knew you'd see Neymar in person after six years, you wore it on purpose.

Antonela promised to pick you up, and so you went downstairs after you packed your handbag. You could see her car as you walked towards it, getting into the passengers seat.

You gave Antonela a quick french kiss on the cheek. She then started the car.

"It's been so long, linda," you said, leaning back into your seat. Antonela smiled.

"Yeah, I miss you. I miss Barcelona. But Paris is pretty aswell."

You and Antonela talked about everything you had been doing the past few years until you arrived at the club Antonela had rented for Lionel.

Both of you entered the club together and after you had congratulated Lionel and thanked him for inviting you, you went to get a drink.

"What can I do for you, ma belle?"

"Uh, get me a Cosmopolitan please."

As you waited for your drink, you checked your phone. Some of Messi's teammates had greeted you when they saw you, as well as some other people you knew. When your order was done, you were about to pay when the barkeeper shook his head.

"They're paid."

"Huh?"

You looked at the barkeeper in confusion, but he smiled and looked away.

"He paid for you."

You followed his gaze and your eyes met his - Neymar's - whom you hadn't seen in six years. Yiu felt him scanning your body with his gaze. He looked so good and you couldn't help but look away as your heart started beating faster. This is totally not what you had planned.

Neymar was standing with Marquinhos when you walked up to him after finishing your drink.

"Listen, I don't need you to pay for me. I can take good care of myself - which I did after you left six years ago."

When Neymar opened his mouth to speak, you silenced him in which you put some money into the pocket of his black shirt. You glanced at Marquinhos quickly, before turning around and going away.

As soon as you entered the hallway with the toilets which was completely empty, you felt someone grabbing your arm and pulling you back.

"What-"

That's all you managed to say before your face met Neymar's chest. You immediately pushed him away and looked at him.

"Why are you running away from me, meu amor?"

"Don't call me that, Junior. Leave me alone."

Neymar looked straight into your eyes and you felt like you were falling again for the first time.

"I was looking forward to seeing you today."

"Well, guess what? I wasn't. Now please, if you'd be so nice and let me go-"

Neymar leaned forward before you could continue. His lips directly next to your ear as he spoke.

"Do you think I never noticed the way you wanted more than what I gave you?"

He attached his lips to your most sensitive spot below your ear and you couldn't help but let out a soft groan, but then you quickly pushed him away.

"What do you want, Juninho?"

Saying his nickname for the first time after six years felt strange to you - it sounded like a strangers name.

Neymar gently pushed you against the wall, the lust in his eyes clearly visible.

"You."

With that, he kissed you and you couldn't hold back anymore. All the lust, the sorrow, the hate, the love and every single feeling you felt in the past six years you put into that kiss.

He couldn't keep his hands off of you.

"You don't know how much I missed you. I missed this", he whispered into the kiss before he pulled away.

You shook your head slightly when he was about to undress you, taking his hands in yours so he couldn't.

"You don't get it Juninho. I don't want this to be like last time. I want it to be serious."

Neymar grinned at you.

„I know, hermosa. That's what I want too. We'll take it slow, okay?"

That's when you decided you were willing to give it another try. A second chance.