Broken Without You

Chapter 28: let me know

The songs for this chapter are:
"Stitches"- shawn mendes
"History"- one direction
You and me got a whole lot of history, we could be the greatest team that the world has ever seen...

"I didn't want to start an argument. Not before a game." You replied.
"I thought you had forgotten him or something" he said lightly.
"Never" you lay your head back closing your eyes.
"Well he got injured."
Your eyes snap open, "is he okay?"
"He had a bad tear in his leg and he's out for pretty much the first half of the season" he shakes his head.
"Damn" you sigh.
"Is he really bummed??" You ask.
"Yeah i've never seen him that sad before. Well I have actually, once" he avoids your gaze.
"Would it be wrong of me to say.." You stop. "That you wanna see him?" He finishes your sentence.
"Mhmm" you say uncomfortably.
"No. He'll be at the wedding."
"Oh?" Your heart starts beating rapidly.
"Avery and our brother Thiago are getting married." He answers.
"Wow! That I did forget."
"Would you like to be my plus one?" He asks.
"I'd be honored, Neymar Jr."
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The Rayo vs Barcelona game was a game you would never forget. Although it had seemed as if it would be a pretty easy win, the rayo players were playing with an intensity and fervor the barca players were clearly not expecting. "Pique!!" Yelled the coach angrily. "Where's my defense!??" He called out as ter stegen blocked a dangerous shot.
Sitting from the bench the atmosphere was worse, the medics buzzing about which players looked tired, which were sure to be switched out. "Xavi's looking too tired, I told him it would be bad to play on that leg" grumbled Edwin, another medic from the team. "I'm sure he'll be fine" you assured him. Edwin shouldn't trust your input though, because you were too distracted watching number 11. He was playing average, not too bad, but for Ney, this was bad.
"Damn idiot, I told him not to stay up late" you cursed. His passes were slow, his reactions to the game too late. "NEYMAR" enrique yelled.
He was playing too aggressively, he gathered momentum and sprinted down the field. Unfortunately he failed to block a slide tackle from a rayo player and went flying.
There were many shouts, and you screamed as you saw his head hit the ground. He lay limp on the ground. The whistle blew, and you ran across the field to him.
The medics were at your side in a second, pulling him onto a stretcher. he groaned out in pain, but you were relieved to see that he was conscious.
He called out your name, grabbing ahold of your hand. "I'm fine, (y/n)."
"Shut up" you whisper, pulling him towards the infirmary. Once he was on a bed, and had been able to complete the tests to see if he had a concussion, you allowed him to explain himself.
"I think it's just stress" he said sheepishly.
"I know my players, Neymar Jr." You snap.
"You and I both know you're sleep-deprived or god forbid drunk right now." You whisper angrily.
"No, no of course not" he takes your hand, " I really am tired, I haven't been taking care of myself properly." He admitted.
"You scared the hell out of me." You reply.
"I'm sorry," he reaches up and hugs you, you sigh and hug him back.
"You're sweaty" you wrinkle your nose at him.
"you make me nervous I guess" he replies. 

"Um, Neymar we're gonna give you some last minute check-ups" you say as Edwin, the other medic enters the room.  Edwin is completely oblivious to the exchange, humming as he tidies up the room.

"I thought you were nervous as heck, what happened?" you smile at him.

"We're winning now that's what happened," Ed grins.

Neymar attempts to sit up quickly but you push him back gently. He lays down with a grumble. "Who scored?" he asks curiously.

"Messi?" You guess.

Edwin turns, rolling up his sleeves. "No it was the new player from team B."

"Sergi scored??!" you ask excitedly.

"Yup, from outside the box, too" Ed praised.

You smile, you are so happy for Sergi and while you never doubted his abilities you are glad he showed them off. This would mean closing all the talk that was surrounding his "connections."

Neymar lays back, "oh my god."

"What, are you alright?" you turn back to him.

"No, I think, I think I'm psychic" he clutches his heart.

Slapping his arm you head out of the infirmary.

"Hey, (y/n), are you going to celebrate with the team later?" Edwin approaches you.

"Um I have to buy a dress today actually, it's for an upcoming wedding" you say.

"Ah, okay, well if you change your mind let me know" he says shyly.

You nod awkwardly and go back inside to check on Neymar.

"Let me know" Ney mimics in a high-pitched voice.

"Shut up."