Neymar POV
What's the saddest word in the English language? Almost. Almost is never enough. Comes pretty close, just about touching it like love and hate, so close yet so far apart. Almost is describing me: never good enough, no matter what. Always putting a hundred percent effort into everything, always trying my crazy fucking best, but never getting to that point where everything's supposed to pay off.
My green eyes caught the words of the headlines of the news, both online and paper.
NEYMAR JUNIOR: OVERRATED?
THE DEAD WEIGHT OF BARCELONA: NEYMAR JR LOSES A GOAL ONCE AGAIN
I drew a shaky breath, before pouring myself a glass of cold water. Savouring the icy sharpness of it as it slid down my throat, I opened my phone and spotted four notifications from iMessage.
Leo 😍🥰❤️🔥: NEY IT'S 10:30! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE AT TRAINING!! GET YOUR FAT ASS HERE RIGHT NOW!!
Leo 😍🥰❤️🔥: NEY! Ney?
Leo 😍🥰❤️🔥: Ney... are you okay?
Leo 😍🥰❤️🔥: Do you want me to come over?
I breathed out, running a hand through my curls and leaning my head back against the wall of my kitchen, trying my best to blink back the easy tears that sprung to my eyes as I read the messages.
Burning burning burning. The tears were burning.
My hands trembling, I hesitantly typed out a response to Leo, the tips of my fingers shaking and hovering over the keys on my phone.
Ney... are you okay? I'm sick. I can't come to training.
I feel so shit lying to Leo about this, but I can't show up to training and fuck up even more. I can't believe this, I can't believe how crap I'm playing nowadays. Every single goal opportunity is missed, every single penalty is saved, and the injuries? Forget it!
I can only imagine the hard stares of my teammates burning holes into me as I tried training with them, as I tried showing them I was good, just like them. I can only imagine the press's lies about me not putting any effort into anything, I can only imagine what Leo and Luis and Pep and Dani and Jordi and Marc and Geri and Andrés and everyone would say.
What was I doing? I can't be doing this to myself, to the team. It would disappoint everyone, especially Leo. I knew how much football meant to Leo, how much it meant to me too. But it's true: what do I do? A guy can't improve overnight. But I knew Leo would press if I didn't show up to training. So do I go? Or do I not go?
My pensive thoughts were interrupted by the loud ringing of my doorbell. Sighing, I got up to open the door, knowing who it was going to be.
"Leo, I'm really not in the mood— what are you doing here?" I gasped at the pretty lady standing outside my door. "You're in Barcelona? What are you doing here?" I repeated, stammering in nervousness.
"Neymar... you know I'd find you again," she smirked, stepping closer to me and laying her hand on my chest. "Don't act so surprised."
"No, Bruna. No, no, no, no. I can't believe this. How do you know where I live?" I asked defiantly, shaking her hand off my torso and stepping back from her. God, oh my God, oh my God. What was she doing here? Was she purposely here to mess things up?
"Instagram, babe. It's not that hard. Now... it doesn't look like you're at training..." she flirted, closing the door of my house. I immediately opened it back up, and almost pushed her out of the house.
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Fanfictionlionel messi and neymar da silva santos. two teammates, two friends, two lovers. ever since neymar had set his eyes on leo, he had hopelessly fallen in love with him. he knows he wants to be with leo forever, but doesn't know what to do. leo was all...
