The Soccer Freak {Neymar Jr Fan Fiction}

Chapter 18

Jessica's POV

It was 8:00, time for the after party. Neymar couldn't stop smiling after he won, our hands were entwined the whole show. I didn't want to let go, and by his grip I could tell he didn't either. I wanted to be with him, and call him mine but I was scared, scared of falling in love, scared if I was taking things too fast. we left our seats and approached the small club behind the stadium. we decided to walk since it would let us get some fresh air before hours of hot air surrounding us and sticking to our bodies. we walked hand in hand until he pushed me towards the wall. our cold bodies stood and pulled towards each other. Neymar began to speak.

"Jessica, I want to call you mine. I know I've done stupid and inhumane things in the past but will you please give me a chance-" I stopped him and put my finger on his lips.

"If your asking me to be your girlfriend, than yes I will. I know you've changed for the better." he leaned his forehead towards mine and pressed his lips onto mine. I put my hands around his kneck and responded. I was finally in love. I heard footsteps from behind and pulled away. I couldn't let anyone see us. I turned around and no one was there, I think I was just paranoid. we left the wall and walked inside the club, again the pap surrounded us. But this time, we didn't pretend or hold back Neymar slipped his arm around my waist and we continued to walk. On the way, we met many people. they all congratulated us and Neymar. I felt beautiful and lucky to be called his. I shook hands with everyone until I saw Cristiano glaring at me. His looks sent chills down my spine. I never told Neymar about the incident that happened yesterday, or about us being in a relationship. I also didn't want to tell Gareth about Neymar and I, I didn't want to see his reaction. he would've done something regretting for sure.

It was about 11:45pm, drunks, sweaty bodies, and no self control that is all I could even see. Neymar finally came back towards me after hitting the dance floor, for about 2 hours. I felt lonely.

"Can I get the pretty lady a drink?" Neymar spoke, he slurred every word. It was adorable.

"Yes please" I winked and he went off to get a drink. As soon as he left I felt something tugging on the back of my head. I was being dragged. I begged for them to stop and show themselves but they didn't listen. I was dragged into a dark room, not even a single light on. It was pitch black. I screamed and cried for help, no one would've hear me. someone began laughing in hysterics, and turned the light on. I was about to faint as soon as I saw who it was, it wasn't possible.

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