Bad Boy Final

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(y/n)'s POV

This has been a great day with Neymar.  Neymar let me wear his leather jacket over my shoulders.  It was getting colder and colder by the minute.  Neymar put his hand around my waist, "Don't worry I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."  

I nodded and we continued to walk back to my house.  I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket.  I unlocked it to see a text from my mom.  

Mom: Sweetie, I have tried to look everywhere for you and I can't find you.  

(y/n): I'm coming back home. I got lost in the streets and Neymar found me.  

Mom: That bad boy across the street!? What has he done to my sweet girl?!

(y/n): He hasn't done anything to me mother.  He has shown me how amazing life is without studying.  

Mom: Sweetie I just want you home.  

(y/n): I am almost home.  

I placed my phone back into my pockets as Neymar looked at me and smiled.  His grip on my waist was tighter.  I looked over to him and smiled.  

He smirked, "What are you smiling at? You never smile at anything. You normally have your glasses on studying your face into a book."  

I began to laugh, "Neymar, you taught me that not everything can be found out in a book.  You didn't know how much of a naughty girl I could be could you?"  

He smirked and bit his lower lip, "That's so true. I never understood you until I took you out into the real world."  We finally got back to my house as he walked me up the stairs.  He looked at me and his jacket I was wearing. 

I was about to take it off and until he put his hand on my shoulder, "Keep it.  You look good in it."  I smiled as my mom opened the door and hugged me.  She was crying on my shoulder, "Oh (y/n)! I thought you were going to get hurt! Are you ok! Did he hurt you?!"  

I cut her off and yelled, "MOTHER! HE TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE! You think he is a bad guy! I think he is the greatest guy! You never let me hang out with him why? Why! He let me understand life and how amazing it is!?"  

She looked at me and shrugged, "What happened to my little girl? You grew up so fast.  I knew you were going to be together.  Why can't we just get this to happen?"  Neymar looked at me for a second, "I - I don't know."  

My mom suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed it to Neymar's body, "I KNEW YOU WERE GOING TO CHANGE MY DAUGHTER! HOW COULD YOU!" She began crying holding the gun.  I stood in front of Neymar and shook my head, "MAYBE YOU HAVE CHANGED BECAUSE I HAVE GROWN UP AND YOU CAN'T ACCEPT IT!"  

She nodded and began to laugh weirdly, "You seriously think I am going to let this bad boy take my daughter away from me? She is my everything and you want her all to your self."  

Neymar shook his head, "You don't know how much she means to me.  Yes she is your daughter but I want to show her how much I love and care for her.  She is such an amazing person inside and out and you never let her enjoy her life.  I love you (y/n). I always have but your mother doesn't want us together."  

He began to walk away.  I pulled him back, "No! Neymar you made me enjoy my life.  Please don't leave!"  Neymar held my hand and nodded, "I won't leave you.  I won't let anyone hurt you."  

My mother nodded, "I - I guess I can let it-"  BAM! She shot Neymar right in the chest.  Neymar's body slammed to the ground.  I looked over to my mother who shot herself right in the head, "Goodbye love." Neymar looked up to me, "(y/n). Are you there?" 

I held his hand, "OH MY GOD NEYMAR! I'm so sorry! Neymar please! Please stay with me. Don't leave me."  His grip on my hands were getting looser.  I looked into his eyes.  I held his hand.  He whispered, "(y/n). Please, please don't forget me." 

His eyes were about to close as I pressed my lips upon his.  His eyes softly closed as his lips became to get cold.   I got up and saw him dead on the floor.  I didn't know what to do or what to say.  All I did was hold onto his jacket and looked down at his body, "I'll miss you Neymar."  

Imagine done xx

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