Broken Without You

Chapter 20

The songs for this chapter is
" doubt"- twenty one pilots
" futuro ex novio"- RBD
Ella quiere tener una noche de placer. Se ahoga en el deseo y yo lo siento. Es su forma de ser, pero algo no anda bien, terminare por darle todo lo que yo tengo. Se bien, que esto no es normal, porque si facil viene, facil va. Ella no comprende todo lo que tengo, no va cambiando lo que siento. Ella es mi tormento, fiebre del momento, soy su futuro ex novio.

Avery, thiago, do either of you know where Neymar and (y/n) are??" Rafinha barges into the living room, a look of utter fear in his eyes. Avery is cuddled up with Thiago and his dog on the couch, in a blissful sleep that Thiago frowns at Rafinha for disturbing. "No!" Thiago whispers, shooing him away. Avery stirs, and mumbles, "i think she left with your brother." Their golden retriever, nicknamed Captain America wags his tail at Rafinha. "Thanks, ill try calling him." Rafinha gives a small smile  to Captain but exits the room, sighing at his ringing phone. It has yet to stop buzzing, and it is really getting on his last nerve. He checks his phone:
Danielle: I want to talk Rafinha. Please meet me..
Rafinha sighs, remembering the drunk state he was in when he met the gorgeous brunette. It was a bad night, he had been missing (y/n) terribly, that day especially, seeing her in class was utter torture and taunting from the gods above. Danielle had been at the infamous party where he had received the best news of his life. The girl that he truly wanted to celebrate with was not there that night. She had provided an ear, and he had poured out his heart. The last he remembered was how soft her brown eyes looked and how eerily they reminded him of.. her. Of course they never took it farther than an innocent hug, he could never betray (y/n) like that, but he had revealed his personal drug past with Danielle, and she had made it her mission to keep up with him, take care of him. Inclusively,'Neymar had witnessed their embrace and refused to speak to him about it, assuring him that it was his business who he was with. He kept trying to explain to Neymar, but he would always shut him out. Danielle and him had hung out since that day, they were always together, talking about everything, she had become a very close friend. She was sweet to worry, but all Rafinha could think of in that moment was whether or not (y/n) would forgive him, and if they could still fix things. Rafinha tried Neymars phone next.
It rang three times before someone picked up.
"Hullo?" A muffled voice responded on the other end.
"Neymar!! Ive been trying to find you all morning hermano. Do you know where (y/n) is??"
There was a slight pause, there was murmuring in the background and he could tell the voice was female.
"Um, Ney, if you're uh busy you can call me back later." Rafinha blushed, his eyes widening.
"Shes here" neymar replied suddenly.
"What" rafinha was confused.
"Aqui esta. Do you want to talk to.. - he pauses, clearly conversing with (y/n)- Um wait never mind" neymar rambles on.
"Tell her i need her to listen to me, Neymar" rafinha rushes. "Wait. Where are you guys?" Rafinha demands.
"Wait- I- hello??" Neymar suddenly cant hear rafinha, and consequently hangs up.
Rafinha curses, grabs his car keys and heads out the door.
The drive to Neymars is a long one, he can hardly stand the fact that yet again, fate or the gods or the devil have thrown the girl he loves and his brother together. He knew he had no right to be mad, if anything, (y/n) must be extremely hurt by the way things looked with Danielle. The truth was, him and Danielle were really just friends! She even had a boyfriend, Taeyong, a famous singer whom she adored. Rafinha and her just happened to really understand each other, but only as friends. Kind of the way (y/n) and Neymar's relationship was. Unfortunately Rafinha had seen the way Neymar looked at his girlfriend one too many times, and could not deny the fact that there was more attraction there. He vowed to explain everything to (y/n) when he saw her. He was anxious to see her, to finally be able to speak to her without the uncomfortable feeling of having to keep strictly professional conversations. He was sick of not being able to make her laugh, hold her hand. Hell, he even missed her pestering to keep his grades up. Staying away had only proved his feelings, intensified them, made it clear she was the only one for him.

Rafinha pulled up to the driveway, parking hurriedly. Jogging up the stairs he looked in the window, and did a double take when he saw the fuckboy of his brother slipping on a black shirt laughing with (y/n). He took a deep breath and barged in.