𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝.

Chapter 7 - No Me Dejes Ir

Leo POV

The peaceful silence of my bedroom was — rather irritatingly — interrupted by the chiming of my iPhone ringtone. Reluctantly, I rolled out of my warm bed to stumble towards my vibrating, noisy phone. Not bothering to look at the Caller ID, I picked up the phone and held it to my ear.

"Hello?" I yawned, rubbing my bleary, tired eyes. "Who is this?"

"It's Neymar—"

I slammed the phone back down on the table, heaving with nervousness. Argh, now he was calling me! What do I say, what do I say, what do I say? 

"O-Oh," I managed to stammer out. "Do you need anything?" 

"You. I need you, Leo. You know I do." The moment the words escaped his lips, I knew I was falling for his spell again. He was pulling me under, and he was doing it on purpose. Or maybe not — maybe his charm was just accidental.

"Neymar, please—"

"No, Leo. Don't walk away again. Don't let me go, please." His voice broke, and I couldn't bring myself to restrain from wanting to throw my arms around his neck, comfort him. "Don't do this to me. Don't play 'hot and cold', Leo. You know that I love you, and you've just playing with me at this point."

"Ney... please, just — come over, come to my house. Let's talk here." I breathed, barely believing what I just said. Less than twenty-four hours again, I didn't want to see him again. Now I just want to run my fingers over every goddamn inch of his body.

"Okay." His voice was relieved, happy, almost. Something I hadn't heard for a long time. "I just — thank you, Leo." 

I just wanted to kiss him right there. 

"Bye, Ney." I whispered, barely suppressing the longing in my voice.

"You're calling me Ney again!" He laughed in glee, a kind of raw delight I had only heard once or twice. I could tell he really wasn't faking it this time. It was a real, genuine, Neymar laugh, the same laugh that once made me want to fall at his feet and do everything he asked. 

Well... it still does.

The 'beep' of an ended call followed his mirthful sentence, making me realise that he had finished talking to me — and that I had to freshen up so he wouldn't see me with my morning hair and pyjamas. 

Rushing to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, I tripped over my sneakers from last night, making me stumble and fall forward and face-plant onto the hard floor of my bathroom. "Ouch," I winced, getting up and rubbing the bottom of my chin. It was probably going to leave a bruise now.

Before long, the doorbell had rung and I was hurrying down the stairs in my pyjamas, hair still messy and eyes still half-sleepy.

"Neymar!" I exclaimed, seeing Neymar's face appear in the doorway. He smiled coyly, looking down, green eyes twinkling underneath his eyelashes. "Um... come in."

"You just woke up, didn't you?" He remarked with a light chuckle, pausing to take off his Nikes. I crossed my arms defiantly.

"No," I lied, looking away. "I woke up ages ago."

"Explain the Mickey Mouse pyjamas then." He retorted, a grin creeping up his face once again, the familiar wicked one I was used to. I roll my eyes, barely trying to hide my ecstatic smile.

He was back. My Ney was back.

"So..." 

"So..."

"Ney, just tell me. You kissed me because you said you loved me, right?" I asked, trying not to push anything. Little did I know I just pushed everything. He groaned, burying his face in his hands.