She's Mine | Camila Cabello and Neymar Jr

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I was waiting for Neymar in Starbucks. I asked to meet him. To talk. He wanted to know if I was going to move and I was going to give him my answer.

The whole team knew about his decision. I think the whole world knew. To say they were upset was an understatement. Just as I expected, they were shattered.

I think there was a only a few more days until his press conference in Paris.

After around five minutes of me waiting in the coffee shop, I saw Neymar walk in. He was wearing a grey hoodie with black jeans. The same as me.

"Hey." He smiled. I could tell he was nervous and I don't blame him.

"Hey." I smiled back.

He sat down opposite me and looked blankly at me.

"How's your family?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Good. They're back in Brazil but will be moving with me in a few days." He said. I smiled at him. "What about you?"

I looked at him and furrowed my brows, "what do you mean?"

He sighed, "are you moving with me too? Isn't that why you called me? To talk about that."

"Oh. Yeah." I chuckled lightly. "Neymar I really like you. Actually scrap that, I'm basically falling in love with you."

I saw his face light up as I said that. To be honest, I was shocked that I suddenly said that. 

"I'm going to support you with every step you take. I'm happy that you want to move clubs in order for you to do better, I want to see you grow!" I continued. He had a small smile on his face and he was feeling happy, I could see it in his eyes.

I took a deep breath, "but I'm staying in Barcelona. I'm not moving to Paris." I looked into his eyes, searching for a response but all I could see was how hurt he looked. That smile had gone. I could see tears forming in his eyes and I felt so guilty.

"I'm sorry. I really am but I can't. I want to stay with my best friend. I want to stay with Lauren. I moved to Spain with her because we both knew the language and we wanted to move together. I don't care if she goes off with Alex all the time. If I move to France, I'll feel lonely. I don't the language and I'll have no one." I explained.

"My sister. You could attempt to learn French and start a new life there. With me." He finally spoke.

"I can't. It's not as easy as you think. Maybe you'll be happier without me there. You'll find someone else, I'm sure of it." I held onto his hand across the table.

"You don't get it. I don't want anyone else. I want you." His voice was broken. You could hear the pain in his voice.

"Neymar. Please. Don't make me feel bad. I already feel guilty enough." I whispered.

"If you don't want to move then I understand. I won't force you." He smiled but it wasn't a real smile. He got up from his seat but I didn't move an inch.

"I'll probably see you in a few days but Camila..." He started. I looked into his eyes. "I love you." He said.

My heart literally wouldn't stop hurting. Neymar didn't even let me say anything, he just walked out of Starbucks. That was it.

I was going to make sure I saw him before he left.

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Neymar was leaving today. The whole team came to the airport, along with Lauren, the WAGs and of course, me.

I didn't want this to be goodbye but it had to be.

Leo and Luis cried a lot. The iconic trio was now... over I guess. There was no MSN anymore.