Football Imagines

Neymar Jr

For Girl_Probz

Unfortunately I forgot to ask for your name so this one shot will be in the 2nd person point of view hope you don't mind 💕
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You had been a party girl for as long as you could remember. And at this moment you knew a party was just what you needed. Unfortunately you had broken up with your long time boyfriend Neymar Jr, due to the distance problems. You had been a mess for weeks but you had decided that it was time to enjoy yourself.

You called up some of your friends and picked one of the high end VIP clubs. You arranged everything and got yourself ready for the night ahead.

A few hours later you were downing bottles of vodka at the club. Your girls were dancing and laughing all around you until one of them spotted a guy with blonde hair and dark eyes staring at you.

'Look over there;' she gasped nudging you before nodding in his direction 'that atomic hottiebwas totally checking you out.'

'Go talk to him, duh,' another one of your friends added.
'Guys I don't know,' you said ' Not after Neymar.

They all rolled their eyes in protest, each one trying to convince you that Neymar was in the past.

You nodded  'You know what? You're right,' you said before taking a deep breath and walking towards the man before you.

'Hi,' you said giving him a flirtatious smile.
'Saw you staring from over there...are you just going to keep staring or?'

The man laughed while extending his hand 'I'm Tristan.'

You shook his hand ' I'm (y/n).'
He invited you to dance and before you knew it you both were dancing and laughing with him buying you drink after drink after drink.

Neymar's POV

I walked into the club, scanning the crowd for her. She was probably mad at me and we just needed to talk. It wasn't her fault we broke up, it was mine.

I finally spotted her. She was in the centre of it all dancing with some guy, completely throwing herself all over him.

My fists clenched. I couldn't believe it, how could she do this to me? I walked over to the guy she was dancing with. (Y/n) stared at me in shock but I quickly connected my fists with the douchebag's nose.

(Y/n) glared at me pulling my hands away from him 'Neymar!' she screamed 'What the hell is wrong with you?!'

'Why were you dancing with him?' I asked pointing at her accusingly.

'Because I can!' she screamed 'We are not togther anymore Neymar, you can't control me!'

With that she marched out of the club, with steam practically pouring out of her ears and tears spilling down her cheeks.

I made to follow her but one of her friends held me back.
'Don't,' she said.

Your POV

You ran out of the club towards the nearby park. You sat on a bench and let the tears flow. You were sick and you were tired. On one hand you were happy cause you knew Neymar still loved you, but on the other hand you couldn't stand the fact that he made it look like you were the one at fault.

You hugged your knees to your chest. It was freezing outside and you wore nothing but a skimpy black dress. The hours ticked by excruciatingly slowly but you couldn't bring yourself to stand up.

Suddenly a warm presence, made you realise that someone was sitting next to you. You looked up into Neymar's beautiful brown eyes.

'Hey,' he said.
'Hey,' you whispered back.

'Look y/n I'm so sorry. I never should have broken up with you and I mean it. I love you and when I saw you with that guy, I just couldn't help it. I miss you.'

You leaned your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you.
'I'm sorry too,' you said.

'Let's start over, hey I'm Neymar.'

'(Y/n),' you said.

' So, got a boyfriend?' he asked.
'Nope,' you said.
'Well, you do now,' he said placing a warm, passionate kiss on your lips.

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Before you say anything, yes I am the worst author in the world, I know that took forever and I am so so sorry. Hope you liked it though.
Leela 💞🔥