Broken Without You

Chapter 26: the team

The song for this chapter is:

"I'm on fire"-AWOLNATION

Meeting the rest of the team was not as intimidating as you had originally thought. Most of the players had been very sweet about your appearance, inclusively shaking your hand and offering a seat next to them. Pique for example, was extra cuorteous, and seemed very focused on this endeavor.

"C'mon (y/n), come sit next to me now" he teased. He knew you were very shy and still unsure of how to present yourself around everybody. Sitting by the rest of the staff, you smiled from your side of the table, raising a glass to his cheeky humor.

"Why does every girl hate me?" Pique pretended to be very hurt, fake-crying on Marc Bartra's shoulder.

"Not every girl, Ger" Marc assured him.

"Really?" Pique winked.

"Yeah, pique, I'm sure your mom might like you a little" Neymar called out, taking a bite of his food.

The table roared with laughter. You giggled at Neymar, his face lighting up when you made eye contact. Blushing, you looked down at your plate. Unfortunately, this exchange was not missed by Pique, who raised his eyebrows at Neymar. Neymar pretended not to notice, pouring himself more water.

When the buzz of dinner died down, you stood up to clear your plate, but it was immediately whisked away by the cafeteria ladies.

You sat back at the table, checking your phone, wondering about your family at home.

You felt a person sit next to you, their arm brushing yours.

"Bored already?" A familiar Brazilian voice whispered.

You looked up, and the flashback came, all too suddenly.

You were in the room, that treacherous room that hid a night full of your passion, your broken promises, destined to fade away like an old pair of jeans. Your lips were on his, his shuddering breaths combined with yours. You buried your face in his neck, inhaling the sweet scent of his expensive cologne, while he tugged at your blouse, not wasting a single moment to prove his passionate feelings.

" (y/n)? Are you okay?" Ney asked, reaching for your hand.

"I'm okay" you smiled, " I just remembered something.."

"What is it?" he replied.

"It's nothing, don't worry, it's not important." you looked away awkwardly.

"We're leaving early tomorrow, I better get some sleep" you stood up.

"Please. Don't go. " His voice expressed hurt that killed you from the inside. It was never your intention to cause him any sort of pain. He was your first love.

You sat.

"I want to know, why, after all those times you told me you loved me, and I to you, you just left me without an explanation. Even a note would have been better than seeing your empty desk at school." He ran his fingers through his hair.

"I left because I didn't want to cause you any more problems with Rafinha. His happiness and yours were my priority at the time. I loved you guys like you cannot even imagine, when I came here I expected a cultural and enriching adventure, but not a romantic mess with two people I haven't been able to get out of my head" you teared up at the last part.

"You both taught me how to love. I cried all the way home, once I was on the plane , I knew I had made a mistake but it was too late." you cried out. "I literally had to beg my mother to let me come back, and it was solely based on my education this time. She could tell that was not the only reason I wanted to come back to Barcelona though, " you murmured the last part.

"What was the other reason? " Neymar leaned forward, catching a teardrop clinging to your lashes.

You both leaned in..

"NEYMAR JR." marc ter stergen walked in. "You have to head out, man, we need to walk out of HQ no later than 6. "Miss, the same goes for you," his blue eyes looked in your direction.

"Um okay, thanks Marc" You said gratefully.

"Yeah thanks Marc" neymar shook his head.

Marc looked confused, shrugged, and walked out.

"I'll walk you to your car, " he offered.

You nodded, old habits were as easy to come back to as a drug...