Nobody breaks my heart (Neymar & Kaya)

The Restrooms

“Common guys, put it together!”, I moaned as the coach yelled.

“I’m not the one who was partying last night days before a game. Neymar! I’ll kick your ass if you don’t speed up!”, he whistled again and again. GOD! I can’t stand that whistling! Doesn’t he know what is like to have a hangover? But he was right, we shouldn’t be partying before a game.

The only thing in my head was that I had to pick up Davi and his mom from the airport this evening. They were coming for the game and I can’t wait to hug my little boy.

“Ney, what are you up to next?”, Marc sat next to me in the locker room with curious look on his face.

“Well, I’m heading to the airport to pick up Davi. You haven’t seen him in a while, he’s missing you. Do you want to come?”, he smiled and nodded in response changing his shirt. Marc was such a nice guy.

“How’s the hangover?”, he smirked. He didn’t drank that much and now made fun of me.

“Pretty bad, you wanna feel it too?”, I laughed as I ran onto him, fighting with him playfully. This time I haven’t brought my speaker to play music in here. Probably everyone with a hangover in here wouldn’t be happy about the loud music and my dancing.

Finally we were leaving Camp Nou.

“I’ll pick you up after an hour, be ready, dear!”, I joked and we laughed with the other boys leaving with us.

“You should bring Davi here, so we can see him. I can get Thiago too.”, Leo said.

“Good idea!”, I agreed. Thiago was so chubby and cute and sweet and adorable.

After joking on the entrance and laughing over stupid things I finally started the engine of my Audi and headed home.

My house wasn’t that far, so I got there quickly since there wasn’t much traffic. So my house was big and modern, obviously. I went in and got upstairs to change into decent clothes, everyone would recognize me with that jersey.

I ate some leftovers from the fridge and it was time for me to go pick up Marc. The weather was warm and windy and the sun was almost gone since it was evening already. I got in my car and started the engine.

“Hey, mate.”, I greeted Marc, as he opened the door of my white Audi.

“What’s up.”, he responded as we headed to the airport just talking about some random things and our game on Saturday. I parked the car and we went in the building hoping to avoid the press. As we waited we took photos with a several fans.

“I need to pee, man.”, I laughed as he went trough the airport to search for the restrooms.

***

“How do I not know where the restrooms are since I practically lived on that airport?”, I thought as I walked trough the terminal. As I searched for the toilets someone ran into me and I caught the person before he touched the ground.

“I’m sorry.”, a dark haired girl apologized to me, putting away her sunglasses. Was she hiding or something?

“You look familiar to me? Have I met you somewhere?”, I asked sinsce she looked like someone I’ve already seen.

“Um, I’m Kaya Scodelario. Not very famous but you must’ve seen me on the tv.”, she smiled looking in my eyes. She was so pretty, like an angel.

“Skins, right?”, that explained the glasses.

“Yeah.”, she answered.

“Haven’t you recognized me?”, I was surprised she hasn’t but she probably wasn’t interested in football. She looked confused.

“Well, I’m Marc Bartra, nice to meet you.”, she frozed as she has seen a ghost or something.

“Um, the footballer?”, she asked, still looking surprised.

“Yeah, we should go out sometime if you’d like to.”, I smiled. As I took a pen and wrote my number on a piece of paper she was gone. Like a ghost.

“I guess that’s no then.”, I was truly disappointed. She really was cute. I looked the other way and finally saw the restrooms.

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