Falling in love with the enemy-A Neymar Jr. Fanfic

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 is up! Sorry if it is so short but i had to fill in the time a little bit. The next chapter will be longer and better i promise:) 

Enjoy!:)

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Chapter 2:

I was nervously waiting for my luggage to arrive.

I had just landed in Barcelona and i was not at ease at all.

I had no idea what to expect. Hence the nervousness.

Luckily i spotted my suitcase quickly enough,gathered i tand made my way to the exit.

The boss from Mostoles CF had informed me that there would be someone waiting for me holding a sign with my name on it.

I looked around and saw a man holding up a sign with Aïsha Romeo on it.

‘Euhmmm hi i’m Aïsha Romeo’, I said holding out my hand.

‘You can call me Vincent’, the man said and shook my hand. ‘Follow me’.

I followed him out of the airport and saw a very luxurious car waiting for me. My mouth dropped open in awe.

‘Nice huh?’, Vincent grinned.

I nodded still speecheless.

‘Well hopp in we have a long day ahead of us’.

He took my luggage and placed it in the trunk of the car and i sat down on the back seat of the car.

The car ride itself was mostly silent. I couldn’t come up with the right words to say.

‘Nervous?’, Vincent spoke up suddenly.

‘Can you tell?’, I answered.

‘A bit’, he replied. ‘But there’s no need to worry. Everything will be fine and you’re gonna love it here’.

‘I hope so’, i said. ‘So do you work for FC Barcelona?’, i asked him.

‘yes i do’, he answered. ‘I help new players settle in and help them find their way in and about town.  So in the following weeks, if you need any kind of help you can just call me’.

I smiled.’Thank you’.

‘We’re here’, he said and i looked out of the window seeing we had arrived at some sort of training camp. Barcelona’s training camp.

‘This will be your new home’, Vincent said, and at that point i thought why Real Madrid did not have a female’s football team.

Those thoughts went away as quickly as they had come when the car made an abrupt stop.

I got out of the car and took in all of my surroundings.

One thing i did notice. They had alot of football fields.

‘That’s quite something huh?’, Vincent asked.

‘Yeah’, was all i could say.

‘Well come on they’re all waiting for you inside’.

‘You must be Aïsha Romeo’, a man said stepping forward.’I’m Josep  Bartomeu, the president of FC Barcelona’.

I shook his hand. ‘If you please could follow me’. He said.

I followed him into a room that looked alot like an operation room. Suddeny fear clasped my heart.

Appereantly he noticed the look on my face when he said:’don’t worry we’re just gonna run a few tests nothing to be worried about.

The tests took a while and he was right. Nothing tob e worried about. And from the look on their faces it all looked pretty positive.

When i had changed into my normal clothes again i was directed into another room. I was met by flashes of photographers snapping pictures. And i had to avert my eyes for a while.

I sat down at the table. The boss sat down next to me.

He handed me a folder and a pen and i opened the folder carefully. It was the contract. If i signed this there was no going back afterwards. I skipped to the last page where i had to put my autograph. I hesitated for a while. This was it. I looked around the room. It was dead silent. Everyone was waiting for that one moment, the moment i would sign the contract.

I put the pen down on the paper. And in one quick move signed the contract. At that point the camera’s began snapping pictures again. I closed the folder and unvoluntarily let out a sigh.

‘Congratulations’, the boss said to me and shook my hand.

I was now a Barcelona player.