Helping out her best friend by playing the lead in that music video project for university had seemed like an easy enough feat for art student Lorelai García. Only, it wasn't. Especially since not only Lorelai, but the whole first team of the FC Bar...
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They were fighting. Again. And he left the country right afterwards. Again.
Yeah.
Sometimes he hated his own schedule too.
Approximately one week after their fight, Neymar flew back to Brazil to be there for his sister's birthday — an unexpected but pleasant treat, seeing as he'd gotten the fifth yellow card in La Liga and was therefore banned from playing the match against Rayo Vallecano that day of his flight. It was great; except for the fact that — all the while he was there celebrating with friends and family — Lorelai's words haunted his every waking moment.
Of course, after their fight and after her words, all he'd wanted to do was go after her or drive by her place or even grab her during training and tell her that he loved her too. That he was sorry, that nothing meant anything without her by his side, that he'd keep them a secret from everyone as long as he got to kiss and hug her in the safe and private quarters of their homes.
He'd even tried calling her a few times, but she never picked up.
What had she meant by »making things easier for them«? Had she been referring to her leaving with the girls that day? Or her leaving, full stop? Had she broken up with him? And had he really allowed her to break up with him? Just like that?
Were they not together anymore?
For the life of him, he couldn't really understand himself why he wasn't trying harder to confront her about it yet. No wait, that wasn't entirely true. There was something holding him back: she'd kept secrets from him. Again.
Luna's words in the park were still echoing in his mind. Exactly why was their father »mean about Neymar«? And what business? Did the girl even know what she'd meant by that herself? She was just four, after all.
Being a father himself, there was really only one explanation he could logically come up with: the father of the girls was apprehensive about who his children hung out with or came to associate with. But it wasn't like he was alone with the girls — Lorelai was always there with them, so if it were him, no matter how weird it was for his kids to see people he personally didn't know, at least someone he trusted his children with was around all the time. Plus, the girls seemed to like him well enough. Luna was practically smitten with him, if he dared to say so himself.
So what was the problem, really? Why hadn't Lorelai told him her father was against him meeting her sisters? There was no way he'd have tagged along with Marc that day if only he'd known about that!
Just when he'd thought the level of deep-shit he could get himself in couldn't get any lower and deeper and darker, here he was. He'd totally screwed things up with her by pressuring her with the secrecy shit. Not that she'd been exactly innocent, what with her little »I love you and now I'm gonna go« speech.
She loved him.
God, to say that those words had caught him by surprise was the understatement of the century! She'd totally pulled the rug out from under him.
