Take Me Away (Neymar ; Marc Bartra)

Chapter 15

“Can someone please enlighten me on why I agreed to this in the first place?” I said softly but my voice bounced back from the four walls of the elevator, heading up to the top floor of the building.

“Why wouldn't we be here?” Gerard put an arm around my shoulder and responded.

“Because you have a big game tomorrow and I believe that going back wasted isn't going to do well for your performance?” I gave a sarcastic laugh.

It took me a little more time than I've expected to get myself ready for this party so Gerard, Cristian and Sergi accompanied me while the rest of the team were already at the venue so they wouldn't be late.

“You're always so rational.” He continued as I slumped to the side, crossing my arms. “Who knows? Maybe you'd get to meet a hunk or two here, it might be your lucky day.”

The elevator stopped ascending and the doors opened. I could hear the loud music blaring from inside and we were welcomed by Marc who was standing by the walkway that lead to the entrance of the club where tons of people were queuing up to get in. Sergi had turned his head to give me a wink before going ahead with Gerard and Cristian, leaving me together with Marc for the time being.

“Anna.” Marc said and paused, looking astonished before a wide smile appeared on his face. “Wow.”

“Anna? Not your kiddo anymore, eh?” I joked. Having a dress this short makes me feel a tad bit paranoid. “I'll take that as I look rather skanky. I mean, I don't usually wear clothes like this but..” I said as I made an attempt to pull the edge of my dress down without making it very obvious.

“You look amazing.”

When I went back to my hotel room earlier today after having a long conversation with Marc and Gerard, a large navy blue paper bag was already laid on top of my bed. I went over to look at what was inside and I was shocked to see that what laid behind layers of paper, was a beautiful black dress. It was the dress that I had tried on at Zara earlier, the one that Neymar picked out for me.

I didn't bring a curling iron, neither did I have any luck styling with just a brush and a blow dryer so I improvised by braiding my long, brown hair and put it up into a low bun. I paired the dress with some black heels and tied the look altogether with a versatile yellow Coach clutch that I've received as a gift from my mom last Christmas. As embarrassing as it sounds, I even shamelessly went onto YouTube with my phone to look up on some make up tutorials to follow.

I walked after Marc as we entered the club via a second entrance where we didn't need to que up and get our ID's checked. Right, I totally forgot that all these privileges comes in a package with being rich and famous. As soon as we entered, it took my eyes a minute or two to adjust to the darkness. Multicoloured flashing lights beamed brightly from the dance floor and the blaring electro dance partying music had just became incredibly loud.

“Over there”. Marc said directly in my ear but I could barely even hear him, he pointed to a more quiet and private area, the other end of the room where a large group of men were at.

With his hand wrapped and secured on my waist, we walked past dancing sweaty bodies that were pushing and rubbing against us but it was the fastest way across the room so I couldn't exactly complain. The music still blasted from the background but thankfully it wasn't as loud as before, I could actually make up what people were saying now and it seemed like this was a private, closed off area for special events. We joined the others and stood by a table as I looked around at the unfamiliar faces around me.

“Where's Neymar? Someone better tell him that his girlfriend is here or we'll just end up stealing her away from him.” One of the other guys said and the table burst out in laughter, which made me feel a little awkward but I just flashed a smile anyways.