Don't Forget My Name(Neymar)

Chapter 23- Are You That Blind?

For some reason, it won't let me bold or put italics and stuff so bear with me please. I'm setting the tone and putting on some The Weeknd music. I'm sorry that I haven't updated lately but I haven't been on a computer in a while. Like I said, I have it all written but when I post it on here I have to do a little bit of editing. I probably won't update Midnight Nation until I have this one marked as complete. I would make a sequel to this but I think there is already a lot of drama and I don't have many ideas left anymore. But like Paige, they might end up popping up in other stories. Sorry for the long intro, but I just wanted to explain some stuff.

Xoxo

Jenn.

Maris sat on the tip of Belle's bed and waited for her friend to emerge from the bathroom. After getting her 9-1-1 text, she dashed over to her house and saw a depressed and ill Belle. This has been the fourth time that she ran to the bathroom in the 15 minutes that she has been there. Belle walked out of the bathroom moaning and pale. "Maybe we should go to the hospital?" Maris suggested and got up to help her friend over to the bed. After laying down for a few minutes, Belle felt a bit better and once she ate crackers that Maris had brought her, she felt good as new.

"I think I'm going to be fine." Belle sighed and bit the bottom of her lip, calming down whatever she was feeling in the pit of her stomach. It has been a while since she had felt this sick and it was odd. Belle never got sick unless it was something serious. The ringing of the doorbell caused her and Maris to jump in their place and she shot Maris a pleading look to go open it for her. She gave her a nod and stepped out of the room to leave her to feel awful alone. Silently, she was praying that it wasn't Neymar just yet. He told her the night before, in rage, that he was going to pick Aspen up for the weekend and she just wasn't well enough for the added anxiety that he was going to put on her.

"You have a visitor." Maris poked her head through the door.

"Please." She moaned. "If it is Neymar, tell him I will talk to him when he brings Aspen back."

She shook her head and signaled for Belle's visitor to come in.

Her mouth dropped when he stepped in the room holding onto Aspen. Declain gave her a small smile and walked slowly into her room. Tears brimmed on the sides on her eyes. She hasn't seen her brother in years due to the fact that he had left to join the Marines a few years book. He has missed so much on his little sister's life and an overwhelming emotion came through her. "What are you doing here?" She whispered out.

"Ouch." He held his chest in fake injury. She gave him a weak smile and took him in a large huge. Seeing him in his uniform made him look so grown. "I missed you, baby sis." He said into her hair. With one hand, he managed to put Aspen down. Aspen looked up at the strange man, then shrugged and skipped off to the next room.

His eyes followed the little girl until she was out of the room. "I have a neice now." His smile grew incredibly wide. "She looks a lot like you."

This made her laugh. Everyone who met Aspen thought that she looked like her just because they both have the same lion's mane. If Neymar was with the two of them, everyone would quickly say how Aspen and Neymar look like twins.

"Who is the father?"

Belle's heart dropped slightly at the question. Neymar and Declain weren't ever really close. Actually, they down right hated each other. Neymar always felt paranoid with Declain and Declain just didn't like Neymar because he was being an over protective big brother.

As if on que, the doorbell rang and seconds later, the creak of the front door echoed through the house. Aspen shrieked the word "Daddy!" and Declain looked over at her. "I guess we will find out, huh?"

Before Belle could stop him, Declain was out of the room and headed towards the living room. She ran behind him trying to explain herself before he managed to see who he was.

Declain stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Neymar carrying Aspen, giving her tiny kisses on her head. "Oh hell no." He growled and turned back to Belle. "Why am I not surprised?"

This gained Neymar's attention and he put Aspen down and whispered something in her ears. She looked up at him and nodded quickly before running off towards her room. "You had sex with my sister?!" He boomed. Neymar walked closer to him nonchalantly. "You really have to yell? I don't want you scaring my daughter and my," he looked over at Belle and pursed his lips. "Well, Belle."

His eyes scanned from Belle to Neymar for a few seconds before sighing in defeat. He threw his hands up and grumbled something under his breath. He gave a weak smile to Belle and told her that he will see her tonight and threw Neymar a glare before leaving.

The air was tense and neither could look at each other. When Aspen came in with her weekend bag, they both sighed in relief.

"So what are your plans today?" Belle shoved her hands in her pockets and lifted her head so her eyes could meet his. Neymar smiled down at Aspen then looked at Belle. "Going to grab a bite then maybe see a movie."

This made Aspen grin widely with excitement. She looked over at Belle as if asking permission to leave.

"You know, you can come with us." Neymar grabbed Aspen's little hand in his and looked at her. Aspen shot Belle a pleading look that she couldn't deny.

"Uhm, sure."

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After a productive day, Belle and Neymar collapsed onto the sofa that lays in the main entertainment room. Aspen had fallen asleep in the car and Neymar carried her off to the room he had designed for her. Next to her room was a room that looked as if it belonged to a little boy. Belle assumed that it belonged to Neymar's son.

"Did you have a good time?" He asked after long, awkward moments of silence.

She shrugged simply. "Beats staying at home."

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. Belle groaned inwardly, praying that Neymar wasn't going to start his nonsense again.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"You've been on enough dates. You've been going out." He crossed his arms. " How is Fernandez, anyway?"

"Why do you care?"

"I don't."

"You do."

"Nope."

"Yup."

More awkward silence filled the room and it began to irritate her to no end.

"Are you enjoying this?" Neymar grumbled.

"What do you mean?"

"Enjoy making me feel like this. Feel so jealous. I hate you for this! I hate how I can never get you out of my damn head and seeing you with other guys only makes me want to rip their heads off." He stood on his feet and paced, something she noticed him doing when he was angry. "Dammit Belle. Why do you do this?"

"But Neymar, you wanted this!" Which was true. She still remembers the day where he told her that he was done with her.

"Yeah because I was! I didn't want deal this feeling. Dammit Belle! Are you that blind?! I am crazy in love with you! I want us to work! I just..I love you.." he turned away quickly and she could tell he was blushing. This was the first time that he actually meant what felt, or so it seemed to her. No interruptions, nothing public, just him and her. She stood up and walked over to him. "Look at me " She demand. He turned to her and frowned. His cheeks were bright red and he couldn't keep his eyes on her for longer than a few seconds.

He turned away suddenly. "I better go check on-"

"You're not running away this time." She grabbed his arms and quickly stood on her toes. Neymar's eyes grew slightly and Belle gave him a warm smile.

"You aren't either." He whispered before grabbing her and pressing his lips onto hers.

They melted into each other and it grew passionate with it. They both hungered for each other and it was finally obvious to them.

As stubborn as they were, they've become a necessity to each others lives.