Wasted (Neymar Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Twenty

Twenty

-Gabriela-

The bright sunlight that seeped through the curtains woke me up the next morning. I blinked awake, yawning sleepily as I sat up and rubbed my eyes, making them alert. I half expected to see a pair of beautiful brown eyes before I looked around me.

Déjà vu rushed over me as I looked around for Neymar. I groaned when I failed to do so and collapsed onto the bed with a deep sigh of disappointment—disappointment in myself. God. I should’ve known. He was drunk, wasn’t he? How could I have let my guards down again?

I looked up at the ceiling and hugged the bolster tight against my body, sniffing in the soft scent of Neymar’s cologne, which, unfortunately, seemed to be the only thing good about the decision I made last night. I rolled on my side and hugged it tight.

I wanted to let go. To really let go of him, and not just say it, as actions speak louder than my lies. But I knew that wouldn’t be possible. I mean, sure, they say it’s better to have love and lost than never to have loved…

But better to love from afar than to give up, and become the cold, lifeless shell I once was. Because loving Neymar… it’s everything to me.

So if I let go…

I’m letting go of everything.

“Alright-y, so Steg will be coming round at,” Messi looked down at his new Rolex wristwatch, “10 o’ clock, in about 5 minutes’ time, while I go out with Antonella to go for a sky-diving session.” His eyes glimmered when he mentioned her name, and I immediately feel guilty for pestering him to stay for probably an hour because he promised to watch reruns of the ’10 Fifa. Sure, he often goes back on his promises, but that didn’t mean he backstabs me.

Unlike a certain someone I know of.

I sighed at the memory and brushed it off before I pouted up to Messi who was shrugging on his jacket. “Can’t I stay at home, Mess? You used to leave me at home last time, when you went out with Toni…” I tried to persuade him. “I don’t need a babysitter, Mess.”

“You know very well the reason why I’m having Steg to come over. I don’t want to come home, seeing my baby sister sprawled over the floor, knocked out cold, kay?” Messi leaned down and gave me a peck on the forehead. I sighed as I sniffed in his light waft of Boss cologne before he smiled at me.

“Stay safe, have your inhaler with you at all times,” He gave me a look, telling me he meant it. I rolled my eyes and held up the inhaler I was prescribed to. “Alright, and Stegen will order pizza for lunch. Pepperoni, I’ve already told him; it’s your favorite.”

“Yeah, yeah, dad,” I rolled my eyes. Mess ruffled my head before he grabbed his keys and flashed me one last smile.

“See you later,” He said before disappearing out the door. From the windows, which were covered by a thin sheet of inner curtain, I could see him sliding into his Maserati before he drove off in the direction of Antonella’s house. I sighed in envy and fell into the pillows that I had gathered at the side of the couch. I stared up at the ceiling.

Messi and Antonella has had a strong and definitely loving relationship ever since, well, forever. They were from, like, childhood times, and they’ve stuck together for so long. True love, I call it.

Yeah, if Neymar and I were even, the slightest chance, possible? I doubt we’d be the perfect couple like Messi and Toni. No, his world would still be revolving around perfect Bruna.