Broken Without You

Chapter 19

The songs for this chapter are
"Shameless"- the weeknd
" Powerful-" major lazer ft. Ellie goulding

Say it louder, say it louder, who's gonna love you like me?? Say it louder, say it louder, who's gonna touch you like me?? Said you wanna be good but you couldn't keep your composure. Said you wanna be good but you're begging me to come over. I don't wanna hurt you but you live for the pain. You want me to fix you but its never enough. Its why you always call me, cause you're scared to be loved... I'll always be there for you. I'll always be there for you, girl I have no shame.

The next morning, your phone is the one to wake you, with a beep from a text that makes neymar shift in his sleep. He looks quite peaceful, you can't help noticing. Whenever you look at him, his eyes are always dancing, shining, his lips, always have a story or joke or perverted comment to make. But now, with his eyes closed, shading you from the pull that they transmit when they're fixed upon your helpless being, he seems peaceful. Before looking at the message you nuzzle into his shoulder, receiving unwanted and unneeded flashbacks from yesterday night. It had certainly been a long night, that much your stinging eyes reminded you. Touching your puffy lips was evidence enough of the passionate night, that was heated up from the moment he put his hands on your body. Neymar woke to another beep, and found you staring at him, interrupting your thoughts. His hazel eyes searched your face, he was clearly waiting for you to say something first. Unable to form a coherent sentence, you kissed his lips quickly and reached for your phone, which was next to him, perched on his coffee table. He reached for it first and ignoring your complaints, read your text message aloud: "need to talk ASAP. Call me. -Rafinha." "My brother never had good timing did he" he mutters, setting it down. You bite your lip, and shrug when he looks back at you.
"Let's go out today," he says suddenly.
"Where?" You respond.
"I want to get something, but its a surprise so no questions."
"Hmmm" you reply.
"I'll let you take first shower" he adds, clearly assuming the fact that you will accompany him.
"What if I don't wanna?" You frown playfully.
"Well I guess I can shower first, or just shower together if thats what you're trying to suggest"
He smiles devilishly.
Smacking his arm you get up to shower, and return to see he has prepared some eggo waffles. "Woooww, this is quite the meal" you chuckle, wrapping your hair up in a towel.
"Shut up" he blushes, trying to race past you, but you hug his waist in thanks, and he presses you against him, his abs achingly obvious under your hands. He lets go and leaves to shower. Eating the waffle, you scroll through your phone, checking mail, snapchat, instagram. A tweet from Neymar catches your eye.
" bom dia!! Feliiizzzzz!!!" Was tweeted yesterday night.. You quick log out before the flashbacks start up again.
Once in the car with Ney, he shifts his phone away so you cannot see the destination, allowing mystery to envelop the car.
Pouting you shift through his CDs, amused by all of his mix tapes and ask if they are fire for a good 10 minutes to get back at him. You end up listening to the radio, and hum to hozier's take me to church, an all time fave.
A tattoo shop, soon comes to view.
"Oh my god" your mouth falls open.
He grins, and holds your hand, pulling you towards it.
The music inside is a little loud, and a young, mexican boy who introduces himself as Manny is quick to seat you and Neymar together.
"What are you even gonna get??!" You say, your eyes wide.
"You'll see when its done" he grins.
"No no no no Neymar!! That'll take ages!!" You whine.
"Not that long, I hope" Manny returns with some gloves on, along with long, sharp needles and whatnot. Gulping, you watch Neymar as he takes his shirt off, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Strangely familiar" he whispers into your ear when he sits down.
"It's gonna be on my back across my left shoulder" he explains to Manny.
"They're words" he adds and writes them down to Manny, angling the paper away from you.
"Surprise" he explains to Manny.
You shake your head at him, and pull up a chair, watching it all go down.
After a lot of paint and blood, and terrible jokes by Manny, the words are apparent.
The words are in Portuguese, his native language, and you gasp as he turns, Manny grinning at your shocked expression.
você é meu amor , você me manter sã , eu estou quebrado sem você
Neymar steps closer to you, pulling your hands from your face. "It means, you are my love, you keep me sane, I am broken without you."
Neymar doesnt need to specify who he means, as if yesterday was not enough to prove the love he feels, he now has it etched onto his skin, in small cursive print. It scared you because he had told you all of his tattoos meant something special to him, he only had a few at the moment, and now you were a part of the select few. It scared you to be reminded how much he cared for you, believed in you. The way he trusted and loved was utterly unbelievable. He loved with every part of his being, and with so much passion that begged to be shared. Unaware of the tattoo artist in the room, you illustrated a bit of this passion into the kiss shared. The kiss was special: it was like a promise, it was sweet, and all the good that Neymar swore you were.