Only One.

Papparazzi

Chapter 5 ~ Paparazzi

The whole ride was silent and. After what seemed like ages we finally reached the restaurant. "Who are all these people?" I asked not expecting an answer back. "Paparazzi.." Neymar replied. I looked at him and walked a little faster when a crowd of people starting asking me for pictures. I played one game. One game was enough? All this confused me. I knew that I couldn't think of everything that happened because the last thing I wanted were these amazing people to be disappointed because I was a dick. In the middle of pictures being taken, a man stuck his microphone in my face which made me really awkward. 

Interviewer - "Is it true that you and Neymar Jr are dating?" asking in a curious tone.

What? Who said this? Do people know about the kiss? My eyes widened. My mouth slightly dropping. 

Me - "What? No. Of course not." trying to sound mellow and chill which usually didn't work out too well for me.

Interviewer - "Well than what was the kiss about?" he asked slightly confused now.

Oh. My. God. I stood there in silence. Trying to think of something not stupid to say but the only word that came out was 

Me - "uhh"

Thankfully to my rescue came Neymar and as much as I wished it was someone else I was glad that someone took me away. "Sorry we have to go eat now!" Neymar yelled back. "How do they know about the kiss!?" I asked "I'll tell you later.." he said slightly worried. "Look you've pissed me off enough, either tell me or I move out tonight." I replied with no hesitation in my voice which surprised me a little. I don't think I had ever sounded so demanding in my life. Neymar taking his phone out gave it to me. My jaw dropped to the floor. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I wanted to cry. On the screen of his phone was a slightly blurry picture but very well recognizable who was in it, Neymar and I kissing. Handing him his phone back and turning away running into the restaurant. This was the last thing I needed. With college and soccer and family I had enough stress I know I couldn't handle this all. I was the type of person who bundles everything up inside and then there is the slightest thing that makes me crack. If I didn't get out of this restaurant, I would cry right which I also knew if I did that that things would just get worse. I went to go find Neymar, he couldn't be that far away. He spotted me first. "Hey!" He yelled. Although I was looking for him to me I didn't want to talk to him. "Dani is letting me use his car if you want to go back to my house." He asked. Slightly nodding my head not taking my eyes off of the printed carpet . We went out through the back to draw less attention. We got into the car in complete silence. Halfway through the car ride I couldn't hold it back anymore. Since wiping your eyes every five seconds isn't the easiest thing to hide Neymar noticed I was crying. Great. "ohh. Please don't cry! It's not that big of a deal anyway it'll be gone soon." I couldn't handle it anymore words started pouring out of my mouth. "Not a big deal?! Yeah . Maybe for you! Your a big-shot who has everything! You don't have to worry about a college finding this picture and then asking you what the hell it is! You don't have parents who can't fucking appreciate anything you do! You don't have to be insecure about anything because any girl would die to sleep with you! It doesn't take you everything in you just to say hi to someone or answer a question, you don't know how fucking hard it is to forget about how messed up your life is and then fake a smile to make it look like everything is fine! You don't have to look at food and think you'll gain 50 pounds by eating a hot dog because you weren't insecure about everything and didn't have to look at you self every fucking day and hate what you saw and wake up not wanting to because you would rather stay isolated from everyone then deal with one more mean comment because it fucking sucks to not eat for days because of not being happy of what a damn scale says and then trying to cheer yourself up telling yourself everyday that you can do it when deep down you know you can't." my voice cracking at the end. I hadn't even noticed that he had pulled over. "i'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."  his voice shaking. "yeah you don't mean a lot of things." I replied somewhat bitchy." He started to drive again. Silence was taking over my world and after that whole fiasco i couldn't help but feel bad about it. All Neymar has been is nice to me. Me? I've been a complete bitch. Pulling into the driveway.  "sorry." i said quick and silent. "What?" Neymar asked like he had no clue what I was saying. "For  everything. You've been so nice to me and I haven't even said thanks. So thanks." I said quietly. He smiled at me before opening the door. After taking a shower and coming back into the living room i put on the TV. Neymar sat on the other end of the couch just staring at me. "what." i said. "How could you ever hate yourself? Your the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." He said not taking his eyes of me. A tear slid down my cheek. "What did I do? I didn't mean to do anything don't cry please!" Neymar said worried. Letting out a slight laugh I replied, "No, you didn't do anything wrong it's just that." I paused. "no one has ever called me beautiful before."

( Hiii, So a little plot twist? Writing this I just want to say that you all or beautiful and amazing! In case you didn't get the part when Ally mentioned about the food is that she was anorexic. I didn't want to put that in the story because it seemed to forward. If you read this all comment I <3 Neymar. :)