The Chase. (Neymar Fanfiction)

One.

        "She's all I can think about" said Neymar as he ran his fingers through his hair "She's perfect Dani, perfect."

        "Who? What are you talking about?" Dani Alves looked up while untying his cleats.

        "This girl I saw a few nights ago at the restaurant--the waitress."

        "Wait, do you even know her-"

        "Neymar has a crush again?" Interrupted Sergi Roberto.

        "No, no, leave it.." Neymar turned to his locker.

        "Sounds like love to me" Dani sang as he went to the showers.

        The boys started cooing and teasing. Marc Bartra and Sergi started dancing together singing "estás enamorarse".

        "Okay, okay locos, I'm going now. Have your party without me." Neymar went out of the locker room and into the parking lot. He threw his bags into the car and hopped in. He wiped the sweat off his forehead "Girls are always making me crazy" he said to himself as he drove off. He pulled up to his apartment, turned off the car and walked towards the building.

        He decided he would clean up and go to the restaurant for the fifth time this week, he knew it was crazy, constantly trying to see if he was there during the waitress's shift. He couldn't help himself, he had never seen such a beautiful girl in his life. She was a small thing with enticing brown eyes and golden hair. He had never seen anything like her.

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        Neymar stepped out of the car, surrounded by paparazzi as always. "Neymar! Neymar! Neymar Junior!" Always calling for him. The only thing that ever made him question his career was the constant paparazzi, of course he loved football more than almost anything else, but these days he couldn't go anywhere without someone haggling him for pictures or calling out false rumors.

        "Neymar! Are you loving Barcelona?" Someone called out to him. He turned and gave a big cheesy grin “of course I am!” He turned away to go the back entrance. Since he had been going to the restaurant so frequently, the owner agreed to let him come through the back gates to avoid the paparazzi. He turned back to see if anyone had been following him, when he smacked into what seemed to be a fence pole.

        "Oye!” The pole yelled out. Neymar turned and looked at what he had smacked into. His eyes lit up, even if he hadn't gotten her schedule right again, he had run into the only girl he wanted to see in all of Barcelona. “Ay, why are you coming through the gate-” after brushing herself off, she looked up at him. He was truly beautiful: dark hair and skin, dreamy caramel eyes.

        "I'm so sorry I should watch where I'm going" he smirked "can I make it up to you? Maybe with dinner?"

        She smiled an unamused smile "well...Señor--"

        "Neymar" he added quickly. He looked to see her say something, anything that would show she recognized him.

        "Neymar..." She looked at him for a minute "Oh okay, I get it, you want me to think you are the new football transfer here that everyone is so excited about, is that it?

        Neymar laughed out loud "Well, since I am that footballer, of course I would rather you think that! Look I'm in an old Jersey." He grabbed for his wallet "Here, menina, I can show you my ID."

        "No, its okay, I believe you!" She laughed "Well...Señor Neymar, I have promised a few friends I would meet them at the bar, and I am not the type to skip out on activities." She begins to take step in the other direction.

        "The bar huh?" He stepped in front of her. "I'm sure your friends would not mind if a star like myself joined in on the festivities no?"

        "Well...it seems to me like they do not have a choice!" She grabbed his hand and took off.