Oscar and Neymar Love Story

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Julia's POV

"Neymarrrr! Slow down! Coffee is not the best thing! Slow Down!!"  I was on his back as we ran down the hall ways of the hotel.  We finally made it to the lobby.  Stupid Neymar I could of died.  

I jumped off as he just began to smile.  I rolled my eyes and slapped his arm, "Wipe that stupid smile off your face and let's get some coffee." 

He smirked and wiped the smile. Yes listen to me because I said so.  We saw a Starbucks in the hotel thank god for Starbucks.  

The girl had glasses on and smiled, "Good Morning. How may I help you?"  

Neymar tapped his chin and looked at the menu, "Could I get a Caramel Frappuccino.  The largest size you have." Neymar turned his head to look at me.  

I smiled, "I will have the S'Mores Frappuccino please medium."  The girl smiled, "Anything else?"

We both shook our heads as she told us the price. Neymar took out his wallet, "I got it."  

He is such a gentleman but he is a jerk let me tell you.  Someone poked me and scared the crap out of me from behind.  

It was Oscar.  I folded my arms and slapped his arm hard, "Why - Why did you do that!"  

He smirked, "How are you and your boyfriend doing here? Have sex yet?" 

I rolled my eyes and giggled a bit, "Really? Neymar and I?"  Neymar turned around, "I would never date Felipe's daughter."  

Oscar smirked, "Right. Sure.  What are you two doing up?"  

I rubbed the back of my neck as I opened my mouth but Neymar spoke, "Well Julia and I are going to explore the city of Rio after this and then dinner together."  

Oscar smiled, "Sweet. I'll be up in my room skyping my friends back in London."  

Neymar smiled, "Come on Julia!"  Oscar bumped into me hitting my waist. What was that about?  Look who is outside. The press.  I gave Neymar a look.  

He placed his one arm around my waist, "Don't worry I got you."  We pulled through.  

Neymar is this your new girlfriend! 

Neymar! Are you focused on the World Cup? Will she get in the way?!

Neymar! Are you and Bruna still together?  

Julia! Julia! Aren't you Felipe's daughter. The coach of Brazil! Please answer us!

I turned to look at the one who spoke and flipped my hair into his face and jumped into the car with Neymar.  

Neymar slammed the door, "Sorry about that."  My heart kinda broke a little bit.  Neymar! Are you focused on the World Cup? Will She get in the way!

It kept echoing through my head. It wouldn't stop.  Neymar placed his hand on my thigh, "Julia you don't look so good."  

I turned to look at him and placed my head on his shoulder and took a long breathe, "I'm fine don't worry."  

Neymar's POV

Her eyes were closed. Something wasn't right.  Was the media getting to Julia? I couldn't let this happen.  Not to Julia, her father wouldn't want to see us together.  

I whispered into her ear softly, "Don't worry I won't let them get to you."  I placed my arm around her neck.  

Her eyes softly opened and explored the car and looked up at me, "Neymar?"