Take Me Away (Neymar ; Marc Bartra)

Chapter 16

The sunlight entered through the open windows, lighting up the room and causing myself to reluctantly wake up from my sleep.

“Shit.” I murmured as I immediately sat up straight after clearly remembering of what happened here last night before I fell asleep. I looked to my left, expecting to see Neymar but there was nobody there, nobody else was in the room. The comforter was tangled up at the other end and the sheets were made up of wrinkles that showed someone had laid there, concluding that last night wasn't a dream. Being paranoid, I lifted up my comforter to look at myself underneath—Thank God I was fully clothed.

Relieved, I pushed away the comforters, having cool air washing over me and my legs dangling off the edge of the bed while my mind wanders off to a million different directions. I grabbed my phone from the side table and the clock shows that it was already midday. On a side note, no messages or missed calls from Marc since our little argument yesterday. None. Zero. Nada. That reminded me that El Clásico was this evening and they're all probably at their last training before the game now, also explaining the missing Neymar.

As I hopped off the bed and walked over to the bathroom to get ready for the day, I spotted two jerseys laid flat along with a tiny note and a VIP pass on the table. One was a Barcelona Jersey, the exact one that Marc gave me before we flew to Madrid but except, this one had 'Neymar Jr' printed on the back. The other was of 'Ramos's pristine white Real Madrid jersey. Lifting up the paper closer to my face, I observed the squiggly yet beautiful handwriting.

We've arranged a chauffeur to bring you to the stadium at noon. Till then, sleeping beauty. P/S: There's some mouthwash by the sink, your drool doesn't exactly leave a very pleasant scent.

“That donkey probably thinks that he's being very funny.” I sneered and crumpled the paper with one hand, frustratingly throwing it into the bin nearby with full-strength. I've promised myself that what happened in the past will stay in the past, today's an entirely new day and positivity will get me through it. I continued my way into the bathroom to set up a warm bubble bath with a kit that the hotel had provided, I still have an hour or two to spare anyways.

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Still feeling slightly heavy headed and groggy, I was running along the pathway with the rest of the people headed to the match that day. I had fallen asleep in the bath and the dude who came to pick me up at the hotel had to ring me for about twenty times before I woke up and hurriedly got ready. Not to mention that there was also traffic on the way here, I might already be late for the match.

With my VIP pass hung around my shoulders, I walked through a separate side entrance from the rest of the people as I entered the Bernabéu, trying to find my way to the pitch and wherever my seat was. Of course, this wasn't the Camp Nou that I usually went to for Barca games so it took me awhile to realize  where I was heading.

As I proceeded to walk over to my seat, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw a very beautiful girl with long, ombré hair pulled back into a pony tail. She had prominent cheekbones and I'm sure that she could definitely pass off as a model. She looked at me with a bright look in her eyes.

“Hi. You must be Avanna, right? The boys told me that you would be coming today.” The girl had a unique accent in her sentence telling me that she probably isn't local.

“Hello. It's nice to meet you...” I paused, waiting for her to fill in the blanks on her name.

“I'm sorry, I forgot to mention. My name is Coral, I am Sergi's girlfriend.” She said as she introduced herself pleasantly, she seems nice and I already had an instant liking to her.