Forever With You (Neymar Fan fiction)

Meeting him..

Elisa's POV

"Yea I'll be there before the game starts bro don't worry." I say as I am on the phone with my brother Lionel Messi. 

"I'll get Thiago too from Tony, he can sit with me. Tell Tony I said to get better, bye love you" I hang up the phone and start to get ready to go to his game. His wife Antonella wasn't feeling good so I have to take their son Thiago to sit with me in the stands. Thiago is the cutest little boy in the whole world! Leo told me that he wanted to introduce me to his new team mate Neymar. He said he was from Brazil and he is 22 years old. I hope he doesn't try to hit on me like some of the guys do. I don't get along with manwhores who try to hit on every girl they see. 

I finish getting ready wearing Leo's home jersey and my favorite pair of dark wash shorts and my black converse. I head over there 20 minutes before the games starts that way I can talk to my brother and get  Thiago. 

When I get there I go into the locker room where Leo said he would meet me. When I got there I saw my brother holding Thiago and talking to another guy who I haven't met before. Maybe it's the new player Neymar? 

"Hey bro, what's up?" I ask casually taking Thiago out of his arms and into mine. 

"Elisa I would like you to meet Neymar da Silva Santos Júnior, he is the new player I was telling you about" I look at Neymar and I see him give me a little smile, looking into my chocolate brown eyes that have a hint of green in them. I studied his eyes for a moment too. They were a hazel almost.They were almost breath taking, but then I reminded myself I barely know anything about this guy. He could be a total asshole and a flirt. Neymar reaches his hand out to me. He grabs my hand gently and puts it up to his mouth and kisses it. It was an innocent thing, at least he hasn't tried anything else. 

"Nice to meet you Elisa, you are very beautiful" Is he for real? He thinks I am beautiful? I am not anything close to beautiful, but I accept the compliment anyways. 

"Thanks, so you are good on the field I hear" 

"Yea I'm pretty good. I heard you play, are you any good?" When he asks if I play I get a knot in my stomach. I haven't played in 3 years. Not after what happened, I was playing on FC Barcelona's woman's team and I was the best on the team. People cheered my name loudly and I had many fans. During one of my games I wasn't feeling great that day and I was off my game. I couldn't pass well to any of my team mates, I'd trip over my own feet, I tried to make a goal and I completely missed. I was a wreck. We lost 5-0. It was bad. After the game my ex and his 2 friends came over to my appartment, I thought they were gonna comfort me for the terrible loss. I was wrong. My ex, Daniel beat me and his friends joined in. They beat me so bad I broke a rib, sprained my ankle, bruised my body all over, and fractured my wrist. I can remember the words Daniel said as he beat me.... "You are awful! You aren't good at anything! I don't know why the hell I got with you in the first place! You were so desperate to have me, it is funny you actually thought I loved you. No one could ever love you Elisa"  

I snap out of my little memory and finally answer his question.

"Yea I did play, I haven't played in 3 years though" I emphasized the word Did. I Did play, but not anymore.

"Why not, I heard you was really good, we should play sometime" I saw him give me a smile that was happy at the idea of us playing together.

"Like I said I don't play anymore, so I don't think we will be playing any time soon" I say kinda rudley. After they beat me like that I quit the team. Daniel was right, I wasn't good at anything. Why should I make my team loose many more times and have a horrible team mate? 

I walk out of the locker room still holding Thiago and we go to sit down in the stand and wait for the game to start.