Football One Shots

Neymessi

A bit short but here ya go! Sorry for the absence!
The drizzle of the rain outside held Neymar's mood down like a strap. He couldn't seem to escape the depressed state he'd been in for a while now. Anytime he caught a glimpse of hope, it'd somehow be ruined. The desire to come out of the mood slowly began to dissipate until it became nothing and he found himself not caring to try and make things better. He'd somehow convinced himself he deserved everything that's happened to him. He deserved how he felt and he deserved the way he was treated by the others. Somewhere deep down Neymar knew none of it was his fault, but he took the blame anyways and let the backlash of the event that changed everything, hit him.
Leo's injury was his fault, and it was as simple as that to him. No matter what his Father said, or how many times Enrique told him, Neymar took all the hate from the fans, his own teammates, and even himself, and kept them close to his heart. Everyone's comments did a number on his heart and sent him further into this dark abyss that surrounded him, consumed him.
The humming of his phone broke him out of his faze. He removed himself from the window and stalked over to his bed-side table to check the caller ID.

Leo

"No. No. No. I can't." Neymar pulled at his overgrown curls and groaned in panic.
He lifted his phone off the table and threw it across the room. The method seemed to halt the buzzing and he sighed in relief. The memory foam of his mattress seemed to swallow him as he laid back on his bed and sighed.

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"Seriously Ney, who is it?" Leo poked again.
He'd been trying to get Neymar to expose his crush. Neymar had honestly believed that everyone and their brother knew who he liked. Neymar simply scratched the back of his head and nibbled on his bottom lip anxiously.
They were currently in the break room at a social event they attended with the rest of the Barca squad. They weren't ones for formality, so they found their escape here. They were sat at the top of a beautiful, marble staircase that honestly took Neymar's breath away.
"No Leo." He chuckled nervously.
"Would I happen to know this guy?" Neymar almost choked on his spit.
"Well who said it was a guy?" Neymar bit back.
"I was just asking Ney. I didn't mean to assume." Leo spilled out an apology.
"What? Do I come off as gay? Do I look gay to you Leo?" Neymar didn't know why he was being so defensive. He was gay after all. Though he hadn't come out to anyone, other than Dani and Rafa, he was still gay. Leo was his best friend, so why did he care if he knew? Maybe it was the fear of Leo treating him differently...
"N-no. Ney calm down." Leo placed a hand on Ney's shaking shoulder but he wasn't having it.
"No! Why'd you just assume Leo!?" Neymar stood up tall and took a step towards Leo.
Leo stood up quickly but stumbled back. His foot missed the step behind him and he went tumbling down the stairs, laying still at the bottom.
Neymar froze in place as Leo laid limply at the bottom of the steps.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. What did I do?" Neymar found himself in a similar position, gripping his freshly cut curls and panicking. He ran down the stairs and kneeled beside Leo.
"Fuck, Leo get up. I'm sorry. Get up please!" Leo didn't move.
"Neymar what the hell did you do!?" Gerard and Masche rushed over to them.
Gerard pushed Neymar away with full force and reached for Leo. Masche had his phone out already, calling for help.
"Neymar, what did you do!?" Gerard screamed out urgently and Neymar could feel the fear in his voice shake his own bones.
"I-I.. He was... I..." Neymar swallowed as he began to shake uncontrollably and breath erratically.
"Neymar!" Gerard screamed.
Neymar couldn't do it. He couldn't tell them how he lost it and practically drove Leo off the platform and down the steps. He couldn't take the panic he felt in his chest any longer, so he did what he thought was the best idea at the time.

He ran.
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Neymar didn't realize that his actions would make him seem extremely guilty until he began to receive an abundance of texts from Gerard and Masche that night. To sum them up, they spelt GUILT AND BLAME across Neymar's heart.
Now, here he lied on his bed, regretting every decision he's made up to this point. His heart screamed at him for being so foolish.
The pounding on the front door forced Neymar out of his own mind and brought his attention to his bedroom door.
Everyone knew that the spare key was under the third pot on the right. Everyone and anyone who wanted to get in, would without a problem and Neymar knew that. As soon as he heard the front door shut, he scrambled off his bed and towards his bedroom door in an attempt to lock it before whoever entered was able to find him and confront him about Leo.
Just as he reached the door it swung open and hit him smack in the nose, knocking him to the floor in pain.
"Good. Maybe that'll call you two even." Pique spoke in monotone and unbothered as he stalked past Neymar and plopped onto his bed.
"Oh geez Neymar. Are you alright?" Leo's hands grabbed at Neymar, but Neymar was quick to his feet and the other side of the room before Leo could touch him.
"Ney?" Leo looked confused.
"I'm going crazy." Neymar breathed out in fear.
"What do you mean?" Leo probed.
"Leo's dead Neymar. You killed him. He's gone. This is not real. You're dreaming." Neymar sunk to the carpeted floor and curled his hand into a fist before hitting himself repeatedly.
"Wake up. Wake up. Wake up."
Gerard and Leo looked at each other, then back at Neymar. Gerard had a look of disbelief on his face while Leo looked more confused than ever.
"Neymar, what are you talking about? I'm fine. It was an accident. I just have a few bumps and bruises but I'm here." Leo stepped closer.
"Why'd you do it Neymar? He knew. Why did it matter? You're so selfish. God, why couldn't you be better? He's gone. You've ruined it all." Neymar continued to hit himself and tears quickly covered his clothing.
"Hey, I'm right here." Leo gently pulled Neymar into his chest as he kneeled beside him on the floor.
"Why did I have to hurt you?" Leo shook his head.
"I'm the one who stepped back and fell. You didn't touch me Neymar. It was my fault, completely." Neymar shook his head.
"I wish I was better." Neymar sobbed.
"Hey, don't talk like that. You're perfect. I wouldn't change a thing about you Neymar." Leo's fingers got lost in Neymar's locks.
Pique was long gone by this point and Leo held Neymar close.
"Leo, when you said 'him' I wasn't defensive because you assumed I was gay, but because I was afraid you were looking for confirmation before you stopped being there for me. I thought that if you knew, you wouldn't like me anymore, because I'm different." Neymar refused to meet Leo's eyes,
"You know Neymar, I was asking, because I'd hoped you would say I knew him. I wanted you to say I knew him almost as well as you do. Because I wanted you to say it was me." Neymar's tears halted as Leo's truth came out and lit a new flame in Ney's heart, slowly repairing it.
"Oh god Leo. It is you. It's always been you. I'm in love with you." Neymar sat up and wrapped Leo tightly in his embrace and held on to him tightly, worried that he'd wake up and Leo really would be gone.
"I don't care what anyone says, I'm in love with you." Neymar whispered into Leo's neck as he held him.
He could feel Leo's tears land one at a time on his skin and they reassured him that this was real. What Leo felt was real. What Neymar said was real. What was about to happen was real.
Leo lifted Neymar's face with both his hands and stared into his wet eyes. They slowly inched closer to one another until their noses brushed against each other and eventually their lips met.
"I love you Neymar." Leo whispered against Neymar's trembling lips.
"I love you Leo." Neymar whispered back.