You Before Me |Neymar Jr.|

Chapter 18

Neymar's POV

"Where's your other half?" Tuchel asked, giving me a hug. 

"She's running a bit late."

"That's unusual."
"Yeah, it was partly my fault. Ooops." 

"Sounds just like you," he laughed, patting my back. 

I continued to be wished and greeted as time went on. But there was still no sign of Natalia. 

"Hey," Rafa greeted, swinging her arm around my shoulder. 

"Where's Talia?" I immediately asked. 

"She's coming, relax."

I let her drag me to my parents and embrace them which turned into a group hug. It felt nice to be surrounded by my family after being apart for so long. But I was distracted again by Natalia's absence. 

"She's right there filho," my mom whispered, pointing to the back entrance of the restaurant. There she was. My breath was taken away as I scanned her, head to toe.  Dressed in a silver dress with a slit, decorated in silver embroidery. (pic above) I watched as she hugged Kylian and Ed. It was as if I was incapable of taking my eyes off her. 

"What are you looking at?" Dani asked, scaring me. He followed my line of gaze. 

"Ooooh, she looks fiiine. Imma go get her," he runs off before I can protest. I laugh as he scares her, resulting in a punch to the gut. She almost falls over as he drags her to where I'm standing. 

"Do not," he groans, "mess with her."

"Now you realize," my dad chuckles, helping him to a seat. She moves closer, standing straighter. Taking her hand, she moves it from my forehead to hers, my skin tingling from her touch. 

"I'm as tall as you!" she says proudly. I give her a really look, glancing down at her heels. 

I'm about to speak when Kylian cuts me off, "let her bask in her temporary glory."

Talia scoffs, punching his upper arm. He glares at her, rubbing the spot that was sure to have a bruise. 

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"I'm going out!" I shout over the music. The boys nod as I leave the hectic scene of the club. After dinner we "went home". Dropping the parents off, we headed out to a club near the outskirts of downtown Paris. I'm about to step on to the balcony when I spot Cameron sitting alone at the bar. 

"Hey, why so sad?" I giggle, sitting next to her. She smiles, turning to face me. 

"I'm not sad. And really? You're drunk already?"

"No! Well, actually maybe. You didn't have a drink?"

"I don't drink."

"Come on, have some fun," I press. 

"Ney, I'm on duty. I can't get drunk and have something happen to you."

I simply nod. I knew how much precaution she had taken when planning this. No one knew that we were going to these places. I take her hand and lead her to the balcony. The door shuts, leaving us in silence, with the occasional police sirens and honking of cars. Aside from the bass beating from inside. Natalia seemed unusually quiet. I knew something was bothering her. 

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit."

"Everything is fine Neymar. Why do you thing something's wrong."

"You're quiet. Too quiet."

"Just a little tired."

I stay silent, deciding to drop the matter for now. The Eiffel Tower glittered in front of us, stealing the show with a breathtaking view.  After a while she spoke up. 

"You didn't tell me... how I looked today," she whispered, looking out. Is that why she was so quiet?

"You didn't either."

"Touche."

"But, you look absolutely stunning," I said softly, wrapping my arms around her waist. She cracked a smile, looking into my eyes. 

"And you look handsome as always," she replied, poking my cheek.

"Thanks."

"I just made your ego 10x bigger didn't I," she smirks. 

"Maybe. Not 10x, your opinion doesn't hold that much influence over me."

"Oh really?" she whispers, leaning in. In the darkness, I can't see whats happening.  I feel her breath fan over my neck. My breath hitches as her fingers graze the side of my neck. 

"Neymar! Wh- oh I'm sorry. Did I interrupt something?"

Natalia jumps in my hold, pushing my chest slightly. Her hand reaching to her left thigh. I'm assuming that's where she hid her gun. My heart was going haywire, from the moment we were having and Dani scaring the shit out of me. 

"What the hell, you scared me," I groaned, running my hands over my face. 

"Oops?"