My Star to my Moon 🌙|Neymessi

Decisions 🌙

The tissue paper Neymar was holding to his nose slowly got redder and redder. His nose wouldn't stop bleeding.
Neymar washed his face again and the bleeding slowly stopped. He was punched in the face that night by his dad. It wasn't unusual but it felt personal more personal than any other injury his dad has given him. 
Neymar was tired of getting reminded of all the terrible things that had happened between the four walls of his house, so he snuck out from his bathroom window. The wind was chilly especially since it was already the middle of November.

Neymar's head started hurting by the time he walked a block. The pain he was still feeling was irresistible. 
There was a liquor store down the street, Neymar figured maybe he'll feel better after a few shots of vodka. 
But Neymar knew what he really needed. It wasn't alcohol, it wasn't food, it wasn't anything like that. He needed Lionel. He needed Lionel right there with him when he most needed him. 
Either way, he walked into the liquor store. 
The air was humid inside. Neymar was surrounded by older people who looked wasted. Neymar always told himself that he'll never be like those kinds of people when he was older. But now he's in a liquor store at 12:34 AM with the kinds of people he refused to ever become. He was still young but the possibility of becoming one freaked him out. 
Neymar wasn't the type to drink alcohol but he made himself an exception. Especially since he didn't have anything better to do.

After picking up a bottle of vodka and a plastic cup, Neymar handed the cashier his fake ID. The cashier gave Neymar a look but let him off without any questioning.
The things people do for money.
Neymar sat on the sidewalk outside the liquor store and took a shot. He made a face but took another one. Neymar thought the taste was disgusting but kept drinking for the burn. He was finally feeling something other than the aches in his body. More people were passing by so Neymar decided to get up and throw his trash away.

He didn't know if it was the alcohol talking but he made the impulsive decision to go to Lionel's house.
Neymar was starting to feel woozy and tired. He should've really turned around and walked back to his house, but he wasn't going to do that. The thought of going home to rest didn't even cross his mind. He would willingly walk a thousand miles to get to Lionel with much honor. 
He would do anything for his lover. 

The streets were dark and the Messi house was dark. Everything around him was dark. Lionel's whole family was probably asleep. Neymar made his way to the backyard where Lionel's bedroom window was located. He expected Lionel's room to be dark but it wasn't. 
Lionel's light was on and Neymar couldn't help but feel the warmth and coziness of Lionel and his bedroom. He felt like a lost and abandoned puppy. Neymar scanned the floor for pebbles to throw at Lionel's window. He threw two pebbles before Lionel got up from his desk and opened the window. "Ney? What the heck are you doing here this late?"

"I wanted to see you," Neymar's voice was more husky than usual from the alcohol. Lionel noticed Neymar's voice and smell immediately after letting him in. "Were you drinking alcohol?" Lionel tossed Neymar a water bottle. "Yes, you have," Lionel answered himself as Neymar drank from the water bottle. Lionel's lips were probably on it before his.

"Why are you up so late?" Lionel shrugged and sat on the edge of his bed. "Just thinking. You know?" Neymar reached to put his hand on Lionel's stomach. Lionel let him but let out a nervous laugh. Neymar's hand was under Lionel's shirt and it was making Lionel nervous. "You've gained weight," Neymar gave Lionel a sleepy smile. It had been a month since Lionel started his new diet. There were some days when Lionel didn't feel like eating, then there were others when Lionel actually ate without thinking. Those days made Neymar smile. "I have."

"I'm so proud of you, Leo." Neymar kissed Lionel and slowly made his way down to Lionel's neck. "Ney," Lionel took a deep breath then muttered something inaudible. Neymar left marks on Lionel's neck, he was mad proud of them. "Cool right?" Lionel looked in the mirror, "Jesus Christ, Ney, you're hungry." Neymar peaked at Lionel in the mirror. Lionel turned around to face Neymar. "Yeah it's cool but you have to sleep. You look tired. You're definitely tired."

"But I'm never tired when I'm with you," Lionel looked into Neymar's eyes. He wasn't okay. Neymar wasn't okay. Recently, Lionel got confident enough to lock eyes with Neymar too. He was surprising Neymar a lot these days. "Let's go to sleep. We have school tomorrow." Lionel sat Neymar down on his bed and took his parka off. "We're sleeping in the same bed?" Neymar's eyelids started to feel heavy, since when was he so tired? "Shh, go to sleep, Ney." Lionel wrapped Neymar in a blanket and took off his shoes.

Lionel stood back to look at his work. He decided that he did a pretty good job. After a few minutes of pacing around the room, Lionel gingerly slid into bed next to Neymar. 
He looked peaceful. He probably didn't get this kind of sleep back at his house, Lionel thought.  He placed a kiss on Neymar's forehead. He wished Neymar could always be this calm, even when he was without him.

Little did Lionel know, he and Neymar only had a few weeks left of pain.