His Maid (a Neymar Jr fanfic)

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I tugged my suitcase down the dimly lit hallway, carefully avoiding the suspicious lump of brown in the corner, all the while silently cursing everything around me. After finally getting my life together, everything was ruined.

I had a job at a small cafe, I lived in a modern apartment with a great view and was even starting to make a few friends.

But then, one night I decided to stay overtime at work, my manager, Juan, decided to hit on me.

Despite several attempts to get him off me, he'd somehow got his hands up my top- just when my knee somehow hit his groin. After slapping him with my bag a few more times for good measure, I'd ran out and screamed for help.

The local people believed him - that I was the one to hit on him. Even after I'd told them it was highly unlikely a girl like me would try it on with a married, pedophilic, overweight man like him, they still believed him.

Maybe I shouldn't have sworn at them all.

After filing a lawsuit on me and winning, I found all my money saved up gone - to him. He'd moved to America after that, and to this day I'm still plotting my revenge (a/n she's not a psycho lol).

So now, here I was, homeless and penniless, trudging down the hallway of the cheapest hotel I could find. 

I found my room, opened the wooden door with my key and crashed onto the bed. I tucked my suitcase under the bed- I didn't dare unpack it in a place like this. The receptionist herself seemed dodgy, but this was the only place I could find that cost me barely anything. I glanced at my surroundings- the mouldy walls and ripped carpet hardly seemed inviting.

I switched on the small, dusty television and took out my phone. 

Seven missed calls from my mum- oh hell.

She was probably wondering why I never sent home the money I earned. How was I supposed to tell her that her only source of income had been cut off? It was my money that fed her and my seven siblings back in Italy. 

Sighing, I switched off my phone and glanced at the TV.

A show of Barcelona's football team in their lockers was on, and it was showing them all shirtless and dancing after another victory at La Liga. The camera focused on Neymar Jr, the star boy, and I chuckled as he belted out songs with the lyrics all messed up. I had been planning on seeing them play, but that plan had been ruined since I was completely and utterly broke.

I made my way into the tiny bathroom, hoping for a soothing shower. I pushed aside the shower curtain and almost immediately regretted my decision; a spider nest had taken up the corner of the shower.

Before I screamed, I ran out of the room and into the bedroom. I glanced in the mirror and smoothed down my dark hair.

My complexion had always been pale, my eyes far too large for my face. The only interesting feature about me were my eyes- my mum always told me how everyone had complimented my light green eyes and long lashes as a child.

No way was I staying another minute in this disgusting room to be attacked my spiders in my sleep. I calmed my thudding heart at the thought of their many eyes and legs. Why did spiders even exist?

Taking my suitcase, I practically ran out of the hotel, pausing to give a look of disgust to the staff. They didn't even look back at me.

I stepped out into the cool Barcelona air, making my way around the area. It was night time, and the city lights had been turned on.

Barcelona was a truly beautiful place, and I paused a minute to take it all in. The air was crisp with a hint of freshly baked breads from the bakery down the streets.

Making my way downtown, hoping I didn't look out of place with my suitcase, I found my favourite small cafe and sat in an empty booth. I glanced over at Rogelio, the waiter in the cafe and a friend.

He made his way over to me, his tanned face lit up in a smile. It was really odd being the only pale one in a sea of tanned faces. I needed to get out more. 'Anything you'd like?'

'No thanks, Rogelio, just need a place to sit for a bit.'

'Ah, okay, you just call me if you need anything.' With that, he made his way back to the counter and began swiping the already clean tables.The cafe had a homely atmosphere, the lights low and the walls dark. Any other day I would've loved to be here but I was too busy wallowing in self pity to enjoy my surroundings. A couple sat on the booth opposite me, the boy and girl sipping from the same straw. I looked away. 

After putting in my earphones- listening to Lana Del Rey was a must- I flipped through the newspaper left behind on the table, and my eyes caught an advertise:

'Maid needed. CV required, minimal age 18. Must have basic knowledge of all house work. Salary: 169,000 euros. Contact details below.'

I was pretty sure my mouth had dropped wide open at that point. 169,000 euros?! Who owned the house? This was amazing.

I quickly jotted down the details on the back of my hand and left the restaurant in a haste, barely saying bye to Rogelio.

Little did I know that I would be working for Neymar Jr.

A/N

Cast:

Neymar Jr- Neymar Jr

Liliana Ferro Sara Sampaio:)

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