Broken Without You

Chapter 14

The songs for this chapter are:
" oh no " - marina and the diamonds
" what kind of man "- Florence and the Machine <333

And with one kiss, you inspired a devotion
That lasted 20 years, what kind of man loves like this?
To let me dangle at a cruel angle, my feet don't touch the floor. Sometimes you're half in and then you're half out.
But never close the door.
You do such damage, how do you manage, tryna crawl back in for more?

Camp Nou couldn't be more beautiful. The red and blue colors are everywhere and the deafening roar of the crowd is a million times louder than at school. Scarves, jerseys, and flags are being waved around by the ecstatic cules. Rafinha was not lying when he said he had good seats. Although he missed a few minutes taken by warming up and the anthems, he is eager to leave the scouts and sit next to you. "Te gusta?" He sits putting his arm around your chair nonchalantly. "of course, it's all so beautiful" you rest your head against his shoulder. "Not the most beautiful thing here though" he says smoothly. "Oh god please don't use that type of flirting with me" you burst out laughing. "Excuse me, that is the smoothest thing I have ever said, I demand swooning eyes and a stomach full of butterflies" he grins. "Sorry, just popcorn here" you pat your tummy. "I'll have to work on it then, I guess" he whispers into your ear, clearly aware of the effects that his close proximity brings. Clearing your throat you look at the field, searching for your childhood hero. "Messi!!!" You shout when you spot him. The Argentinian player is now jogging on the field, taking shots at the goalie, ter Stergen. "Iniesta omg" you point at the familiar face you would watch on TV or sucky live streams on Saturday mornings. "Pique" rafinha adds. "Eh" you say. Compared to the other players, he doesn't really appeal to you that much. The wait for the game to start is torturous but as soon as the refs whistle blows you immediately hear the similar shouts being yelled at to your favorite team. "EHHHH AHHHH" you shout when cristiano gets dangerously close to the goal post. His shot hits the cross bar to the madridistas despair. You and Rafinha cheer loudly when messi regains the ball, and ever louder when he makes it into the goal, the ball grazing casillas finger tips. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLL" shouts the commentator. "LIONEL MESSI!!!" you and rafinha jump up and down excitedly, and he takes his available chance to kiss you!! You let him, blaming it on adrenaline. Not even adrenaline could keep you from noticing the amount of passion in the kiss though and you emerge breathless. His brown eyes are shining and his skin glowing, he looks happier than he has in a long time, and you hug him. "I wish we could stay like this forever" he murmurs against your cheek. You nod, and when half time rolls around it is nearly impossible to keep from returning his affections. After the millionth kiss you get up to refill your soda. He stays seated and is quickly approached by yet another scout. You smile proudly, heading to the snack bar. "What are you doing here?" You turn to see who is speaking to you. It is Neymar. "I could say the same" you reply, handing your cash to the soda guy. He hands you back two drinks. "I'm guessing you were Rafinhas plus one?" His golden eyes drop, a mixture of emotions playing on his face. "Yep" you say, starting to leave. "(Y/n)" he starts to say. "Please don't Ney" you mumble. "Don't say something that will confuse me even more" you keep walking quickly, back to your waiting boyfriend. "He's my brother" he calls out. "What?" You're stunned. "Well not yet, officially." You turn, your hands  numb from the cold drinks. "My father is going to propose to his mother" Neymar explains. "That's why I was so hesitant and mean at first to you. I didnt want you hurting my soon to be step brother. I even said it at the party" he reminds you. "I thought you were joking! Or like, saying it as a term of affection." "He doesn't know yet, can you keep this between us?" He asks. "Why did you tell me then?" You ask exasperatedly. " "I thought you might want to know, since you're getting so close to him. Hey, if you end up marrying him we could be family"
He laughs darkly. "Neymar?" A shy voice calls out. Avery walks towards you both, pulling at his arm. "See you at dinner" he smirks. Avery and him walk off, hand in hand.

Returning to rafinha as if nothing has happened is nearly impossible, but it's safe to say he doesn't notice. "LOOK AT THAT, WE ALMOST SCORED AGAIN!" Your heart isn't in it, but you are happy when the game ends 1-0 in your favor. The drive back to school is quiet, but a comfortable quiet, with Rafinha humming to a song by Coldplay. "You really like this song huh?" You ask, turning up the music. "I love it, it's called sparks" he responds, placid his warm, strong hand on your thigh. " I like it" you sway your head to the music. You're interrupted by a Justin Bieber song emerging from Rafinhas song. "Of course " he exhales, clearly annoyed when he sees who is calling. Keeping his eyes on the road, he answers, "what do you want I'm driving right now"
"No, I'm with (y/n) why?"
"We're driving back to school"
" well I don't know"
"Can I bring her?"
"Don't sound too excited before i pour some more fruit punch on you"
"Alright, alright bye"
Hanging up, he pulls over. "Would you mind accompanying me to a lame get together with my family and Neymars?" He pleads. "Why Neymar?" You groan. "Well, I guess his dad wants my mom, I don't really know, I just can't handle going by myself, so will my beautiful girlfriend please do me the honor of fighting Neymar with me?" He cups your face in his hands. Sighing, you nod once. "Just because I want to meet your mom" you smile. "She's going to love you" he whispers, kissing you deeply.