The Ugly Truth // Neymar Jr

Chapter 28: From Rio To Rome

"You have everything you need?" Leo asked, as I finished double-checking all of the things that I had packed.

"Yep." I said, placing both of my hands on my hips and looking around my empty room.

"The taxi will be here in a few minutes." Leo said.

"Okay." I nodded, grabbing my luggage and rolling them out of my room and into the living room, and placing them by the door.

Antonella walked out from her room, and looked at me, "I wish you weren't leaving on that stupid business trip."

I smiled at her, "I know but I'll be back before you know it." She walked over to where I was standing and gave me a hug.

"Brazil's gonna suck without you." She said, resting her chin on my shoulder.

"Italy's gonna suck without you." I said, rubbing her back.

She pulled away, smiling, "Well, that doesn't mean you shouldn't have any fun, right?"

I shrugged, "I guess."

"Auntie Tori!" Thiago came running into the living room and hugged my legs.

"Hey, Thiago." I leaned down, kissing his forehead.

"Mommy!" Jeremy ran towards me, and hugged me.

"Jeremy!" I kissed his cheek.

"Do you have to go?" Jeremy asked, looking up at me.

"Unfortunately, I do. I'll be back before you even know it okay, love?" He nodded, smiling.

"Tori, the taxi's here!" I heard Leo yell from the balcony.

I gave everyone one last hug and bid goodbye. The hotel staff along with Leo, helped me with my luggage and loaded them into the taxi. After loading all of the luggage into the trunk of the taxi, I gave Leo a hug, "Thank you for being such an amazing brother."

He hugged me back, "Don't thank me for that, love."

I pulled away, "I'll see you, soon?"

He nodded, "Yeah. Have a great time in Rome."

I gave him another hug before climbing into the taxi, and driving off to the airport. Fifteen minutes later, the taxi stopped outside the departure terminal of the airport. I got out of the taxi and unloaded all of my luggage, with the help of the driver.

"Keep the change." I handed him the money as I rolled my luggage into the airport.

"Have a lovely trip!" I heard him yell before driving off.

I was heading into the immigration area before I heard my name being called. I turned around, and inhaled sharply as I saw who it was. "Neymar." I looked at him. He stood in his Brazilian jersey, his hair slightly disheveled and he was sweaty. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I couldn't let you go without saying goodbye." He said, trying to catch his breath.

"Did you come here all the way from the training camp just to see me?" I asked, placing a hand on my heart and smiling at him, lovingly.

He scratched the back of his neck, "That obvious, huh?"

I looked at his attire before looking back up at him, "No, not at all." I said, sarcastically.

He chuckled, "Come here, you." He pulled me into a hug. He was sweaty but at this point I couldn't care less. What mattered was that he was here. It made my heart flutter thinking of how he had left football training just to come see me before I left.