without you || n.j

Chapter Twenty Six

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 I got up before the alarm rang, which was set for 10, but right now it was 8. Thoughts were running through my mind, and I had no control over what they were. I was stressing about seeing Neymar again, after not speaking with him a while. It was going to be awkward and I don't do good with awkwardness. There's no explanation as to why I hate it, I just hate it. 

I got out of bed knowing forcing myself to sleep for an extra two hours just wouldn't work. I walked into the bathroom and grimacing at the sight in the mirror. My hair was sticking up all over the place, it looked like a bird built a nest on top of my head and my face had smudges from the makeup I had forgotten to wipe off. 

I turned on the water wanting for it to warm up, since I didn't want to jump in the shower with icy cold water. That's not how I want to start my morning at all. 

The hot water felt so good against my back I was tempted to stay in the shower until I had wasted all the water. But that wasn't a bill I wanted to pay. By the time I had finished, my skin was red and the bathroom was filled with steam. 

I grabbed the towel hanging on the rack and started drying my hair with it, then wrapped it around myself. 

I stared at the digital clock sitting beside my bed, it read 8:25. I had a lot of time to waste, before Neymar came. 

However, my plans seemed to have changed. The door bell suddenly rang. I squealed, not expecting anyone to be here this early. Without thinking, I tightened the towel and went straight to the door, and opened it. Worst mistake I have ever made. 

My eyes widen at the sight in front of me. "Madre! Padre! What are you guys doing here in Barcelona!" 

Madre shook her head. "¡Dios Mío! Is this how you greet everyone who knocks on your door!" 

I offered her a weak smile, trying to lighten up the mood. 

"I should go... put on some clothes..." 

I spun around and sped walked into my room. My parent's being here meant no good. It was going to make everything 10 times for worse, even though I love them to death. They loved making everything awkward, and by they, I mean my madre. I threw myself on the bed and groaned, why were they here. 

I rolled over and grabbed the oversized shirt, that I stole from Sergio's bag from last time he was here. Me taking his clothes mean nothing, I just like wearing things that are double my sized. 

Before walking out the door, I silently prayed that nothing would go wrong. I made the sign of the cross, and clasped my hands together. 

"Please God, let this go smoothly with no problems." 

My parent's were seated on the couch, and they were speaking in hushed voices. I cleared my throat and leaned against a wall that was close to them. "I'm not trying to be rude, but what are you guys doing here in Barcelona? Because I know for a fact you guys wouldn't fly 12 hours just to see me." 

"We missed our baby and the little princesa. Speaking of the little princesa where is she?" 

I pointed to her door, and was about to speak, until they both bolted up from the couch and straight towards the door. "Wait! She's sleeping. Mariana caught a cold a few days ago, and needs extra rest." 

They stopped midway and pouted. Gosh my parent's are such children. I pushed myself off the wall and went to them. I grabbed both their hands and dragged them back over to the couch. 

Madre was staring at me with an intensive stare, and padre seemed to be staring at the fridge with an intensive stare. "Madre... Stop that. It's creepy."