You Before Me |Neymar Jr.|

Chapter 10

^Natalia

Third persons POV

Natalia jolted awake, taking in her surroundings. She noticed she was lying on the floor in the deserted alley. The events of last night rushed to her as she shivered in the cold morning air. She slowly got up and stepped out onto the empty street. The lamps made the misty fog appear to bathe the wet pavement in a hazy glow. Her wrist ached every time she moved it. She reached up and gently touched her throbbing temple. Her hand came away with dark sticky liquid. Dried blood. Natalia realised that she must have hit her head when she fell. Come on Cam, did you really think the dude would've gently laid you down? she asked herself. She patted her jacket pockets and pulled out her phone. Her eyes widened when she saw the time. 05:00. 29 missed calls. 32 new messages. What was worse was that her phone was 9%. She decided to save her battery for directions in case she got lost. Letting her hair down to cover her bloody head and make her appear less freaky, she began walking. Luckily, Natalia was a very oriented person and easily found her way back to the stadium. From there, she knew the way back to Neymar's house. Or so she thought.

A half hour later, she was lost. And tired. Her head was pounding even more than before and her feet had begun to ache from all the walking. Her numerous attempts at getting in touch with Neymar were unsuccessful. She cursed under her breath, frustrated because he usually always answered her calls. Her heart skipped a beat as a thought crossed her mind. What if the man had done something to him? She worriedly glanced at the battery percentage that glowed yellow. Even with her phone on low battery mode, it had reduced to 3%. Making up her mind, she searched up the directions to a nearby hotel. She decided to leave on final message for Neymar. "Hey Ney, please call me when you get this. I need-" She never got to finish her message before her phone turned black.

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Natalia woke up in her hotel room to the sound of her phone ringing. She had asked for a charger at the front desk and the girl had been kind enough to lend her one. She quickly grabbed her phone seeing Neymar's name across the screen of her phone.

"Thank god, you have no idea how hard it was to get in touch with you," she gasped.

"Why the hell are you calling me this early?" he asked, his tone surprising Natalia.

"I need you to-"

"I'm not going to do anything for you."

"But I'm-"

"Stop bothering me Natalia," he snapped, ending the call.

Natalia stared at her phone open mouthed. She didn't understand why Neymar was acting so rude. She hadn't done anything wrong, had she? Letting out a groan, she dialed the number she had hoped she would never have to. Her task forces' sergeant.

"Sergeant Williams."

"Agent Rousseau."

"What is it?" he asked sharply.

"I may have a little problem," she admitted feeling embarrassed that she had to call for help.

"Agent Rousseau this better be a real emergency," he sighed.

She was grateful that he had a soft spot for me or else he would be yelling at her by now for interrupting him. She explained to him what had happened. Surprisingly, he didn't yell at her but instead asked if she was hurt. He immediately sent one of her partners stationed in Paris out to get her.

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She got up to answer the door as a trio of knocks sounded from the door.

"Bonjour!" she smiled, hugging Benjamin, one of her old partners. "Ça va?"(How are you)

"Bien, et toi?"(good and you?)

"Comme ci comme ça." (so-so)

"Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé?" (what happened?) he gasped seeing the dried blood on her head. Natalia explained everything that happened in the past few hours. She left out the part that she was Neymar's bodyguard for safety reasons. They took his car back to the headquarters where she filled out an incident report and got cleaned up. Natalia changed into a fresh navy blue t-shirt, neatly folding her blood spattered PSG jersey and jacket and placing them in a small bag. Saying goodbye to Benjamin after thanking him, she took a métro to Neymar's house

Neymar's doorbell echoed through the house. Natalia waited patiently outside for him to open the door. But it was swung open not by the Brasilian, but by his team mate, Edinson Cavani.

"Uh, Bonjour?" he said uncertainly.

"Hola," Natalia greeted.

"¿Quién eres?" (who are you?)

"Soy amigo de Neymar." (I'm a friend of Neymar) He seemed to believe her and moved aside to let her in.

"Where is he?"

The Uruguayan explained that he had just been leaving because Neymar wanted to be left alone for a while. Natalia nodded and let Edinson lead himself out. She crept up to Neymar's room and softly knocked on his door.

Natalia's POV

"What now?" I heard him groan in Spanish.

"It's Natalia." I said, pushing the door open.

"What are you doing here?" he asked angrily.

"Why didn't you answer my calls?"

"Why did you just leave?"

I fell silent as he glared at me. Is that really why he was mad?

"Are you really mad because of that?" I asked.

"Why did you even agree to come in the first place if you were going to leave?" he shouted, standing up.

"Well I didn't just leave like that. I had a reason," I shot back, my voice rising to match his.

"Did you not understand how important this was for me?" Neymar yelled.

"Well maybe if you let me explain this would all make sense!" I shouted back. The strain of my vocal chords coursing up to my head. All of a sudden, darkness began to seep into my vision from the sides and felt my legs give out under me. I felt a falling sensation before strong arms wrapped around my waist and legs, catching me.

The last thing I heard was Neymar shouting my name before everything went black. Again.