Not Just Teammates - Neymessi

In sickness and in health

*Neymar's pov*

My thoughts this week have been took over by Lionel, his smile, his voice and everything about him is perfect. I thought back to my last encounter with Lionel ....

(The ball curved quickly in my direction I ran to the ball and jumped to take a header at it when I clashed with somebody, "ouch" I groaned as I rubbed my slightly aching head, I saw a hand in front of my face offering to help me up, looking up from the ground I was met with the beautiful hazel eyes of Lionel. "Here, let me help you up" he spoke, I felt my face heat up as I placed my hand in his whilst he laced our fingers together.)

Taking a deep breath, I slowly followed the line of my team mate's on to the pitch.
The cheers of fc barcelona fans flooded my ears. Walking to the line of Atletico Madrid player's I quickly shook their hands as I made my way to the left wing position. The whistle was blown and I ran quickly to tackle the ball from the player in front of me, looking for an open space I passed to Jordi as he passed to Suarez I ran to the box as he crossed the ball to me and I shot into the top right corner of the goal. Without thinking I ran straight to Messi as he embraced me into a tight hug whilst he picked me up from the ground and span me around.
"Good shot, bro" he said with a smile, 'bro' is that all he sees me as, I thanked him as I walked away feeling slightly deflated at his words.

As I saw an opening for the ball I ran quickly towards it without noticing that there was already a player running for the ball, before I knew anything I was falling to the ground with a sharp pain in my ankle,instantly Messi was by my side trying to take my mind off the pain in my ankle.I slowly tried to move my ankle only being faced with an antagonising amount of pain flooding though my entire body, and then everything went black, my last thought being the look of sadness on Lionel's face.

*Messi's pov*

As I heard the shocked gasps of the audience I looked around the pitch and froze as I saw Neymar lying on the floor obviously in pain. I ran to his side attempting to comfort him as I saw the deep look of pain and agony written all over his face, I knelt down beside him and ran my hand through his hair as the paramedics ran to his side slowly putting him on to the stretcher and taking him off the pitch.

As the match ended with fc barcelona up 3-0, I instantly ran off the pitch I walked to the team hospital finding Neymar asleep with a cast on his ankle, I interwined my fingers with his as I admired his sleeping face, I shouldn't be having these feelings for him I've only known him for 3 weeks and I love everything about him.

10 minutes later he began to stir lightly in his sleep, his eyes fluttering as he slowly woke up. His eyes met mine and he proceeded to move his body but groaned in pain, worrying slightly I ran my fingers through his hair telling him to take it easily. I held in a slight chuckle as his face flushed bright red.

2 days later....

*Neymar's pov*

I sat up in my hospital bed waiting for Lionel to arrive so that he could take me home, I took out my phone updating my social media platform's to reach out to my fans telling them that I am well and will be back to recovery next month.

A light cough interupted me as I turned my head towards the door seeing Messi stood in the corner of the room grinning from ear to ear, he came over to help me up whilst passing over my crutches.
"Thank you" I said as he kept a firm grip around my waist leading me to the elevator.

His face dropped slightly as he looked to be deep in thought, "what's wrong?" I asked, his face softened as he looked at me "I can't believe I let that happen to you" he spoke, I smiled at him "don't worry Lionel it was my fault, not yours I shouldn't have ran for the ball when I knew someone else was".

In an instant I was embraced in a tight hug I relaxed in to his touch, "listen to me ney, it was my fault it's my job to look out for you and I let that happen",
I just wanted him to stop blaming himself for something that wasn't his fault so I thought of the only thing I could, I had him pressed against the wall of the elevator and I was kissing him, he was suprised by my actions at first but wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me back, we kissed for a few seconds until the door opened and we had to get out.

My world came crashing down and without thinking or speaking, I grapped my crutches and quickly walked away from Lionel and all the thoughts I had about him.

I couldn't do this I can't fall for him I'll just end up getting hurt like everyone else...