Sports Love (A Neymar Jr Fanfic)

Chapter 47

Chapter 47

It was game day, Brazil against Colombia. I got out of bed and stretched. I checked the time 9:35am. It's been a while time since I woke up by myself, without anybody waking me up or coming into my room for meetings.

"Cat! I got you something." Neymar announced, seeing him walk in. He held both his hands behind his back, I gave him a puzzled look. He was already dressed, he wakes up way too early. "Close your eyes and hold your hands out."

I took a breath and closed my eyes putting my hands out palm up. I felt a soft silk type of fabric on my hands. I opened my eyes and looked down. It was a Neymar Jr Brazil jersey, I laughed a little looking at it.

"Wow.. Thanks. You wanna autograph it while you're at it?" I sarcastically asked, I settled it on the bed. Neymar stood up straight, crossed his arms, and gave me a stern look. Shit.

Ok so I went too far, but.. Ugh! Fine! I'll say sorry.

Why do I always do that? Talk to my own conscious through my mind.

"I'm sorry.. I love it." I apologized, Neymar didn't look like he believed me. I stepped closer. "I mean it."

He crooked a smile and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the lips.

I let go and walked in the bathroom. Neymar followed me and wrapped one arm around my waist from behind me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, watching as he closed the door.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

He took off his shirt and put his lips against mine. I smiled through the kiss. He must really want those NeyCat babies.

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I think I left scratches on Neymar's back that'll probably turn into scars. Oh well.. Can't blame me for what happened. I grabbed the towel and dried myself off. Neymar just put his clothes back on. Yes, we were in the shower while it happened. The second time was actually better than the first, to be honest.

I dried my hair making it stop dripping.

I put on: my white high waisted denim shorts, the Neymar Jr Brazil jersey tucking it in under my shorts, and my white flats.

I blow dried my hair and curled it. I did my natural makeup routine, I grabbed my phone and walked out seeing Neymar on his phone waiting for me. I twirled as he took a glance at me.

"I might have wore it better."

I smirked, and slipped my phone in the back pockets of my shorts. Neymar held my hand and we walked out together seeing the boys also walking out of their suites.

"Well. Well. Well." Hulk muttered, stepping closer to us. I couldn't stop smiling, I swear I was probably red. "Are you throwing up yet?"

I gave him my 'really' look.

"Wow. Thanks. I'm doing well. What about you?" I sarcastically answered, Marcelo smirked looking at my stomach. Really? I'm about to beat their sorry asses soon.

Oscar just innocently smiled at me, I smiled back. I think Oscar's more innocent than me.

Half of us got in the elevator the other half stayed out. Hulk sent me a text, I glared at him from the corner of my eye and took my phone out.

Hulk: Is Cat on her pewioood? :3

I smiled slowly shaking my head. I stomped on Hulk's foot, he yelped and started jumping on one foot.