Neymar Imaginesx

Moving Away Short Story

(y/n)'s POV

There was so many rumors about my boyfriend moving from Barcelona.  I would ever think in a million years he would leave this dream club he wanted to play at.  I was getting calls and texts from Neymar's family asking if I knew anything.  

The only person I haven't heard from was Neymar.  

I was biting my nails waiting for him to call me or text me.  His sister was getting worried and his parents were confused.  

I was at my apartment blocks away from Neymar's house.  My phone was vibrating like crazy asking me where Neymar was.  I decided to turn on the television.  I saw Neymar's face on the screen.  I felt my heart skip a beat.  

The former Barcelona player has been confirmed with a move to the French club, PSG.  This is one of the biggest transfers in football history.  Neymar will be leaving Barcelona in an hour.  

I felt my heart drop, my boyfriend didn't even have the guts to tell me he was leaving.  I decided to grab my phone and unplug it and ran down the stairs and called a taxi.  I had to said goodbye!

*

The taxi driver dropped me off at the airport, I gave him a five dollar tip.  I saw the media was in the front door.  They were flashing me with cameras asking me what I thought about the issue.  I saw the security guard with Neymar.  Neymar was holding his bags as I yelled his name.  

You could tell he was speechless.  I ran up to him as I was tired.  

I caught my breathe, "Why- Why didn't you tell me?"  I felt tears forming in my eyes.  I rubbed them away.  

"You wouldn't understand why I am leaving Barcelona.  I need a challenge, being at Barcelona will not be a challenge anymore. I'm sorry (y/n).  This has to be the end of us."  

My heart broke, I felt every piece of me breaking, "No - No, this can't be the end of us.  We have gone through so much together Ney, we can't stop now.  We have to at least try!!"  

Neymar shook his head, "I don't see a future with you anymore.  We had our good run, we were a good couple, I loved you the way I was supposed to.  But long distance is going to be a challenge with you."  

"No! Why can't you just try for me at least."  

The flight for Paris is now boarding.  

Neymar looked at me sadly, "I'm sorry but it's my time to leave Barcelona without you."  Neymar turned to hand his bags in.  I grabbed his arm.  

"Look at me.  You and I have been through so much together, remember all the times we would just wake up in Sao Paulo just to watch the sunrise together, or we would run on the beaches at night and play football, or we would travel to the states together and take photos.  We were so happy together and you want to leave all that behind!?"  

Neymar sighed sadly and wiped his eyes, "I'm sorry but I have to move on. You have to move on from me. Goodbye (y/n).  Please forget me."  

Neymar grabbed his bags and walked through security.  The guard looked at me with a sad face, "That was rough."