Apart | Neymar Jr.

Quatro.

Ally's POV

"Erik? It's me, Ally"

I bite onto my nails nervously, feeling incredibly bad about everything that happened, I cheated on my boyfriend, again. Even though it was a drunken mistake, I will never be able to make it undo.

"Schatz, gosh I am so worried about you, where are you?", Erik claims, sounding truly concerned.

"I have no idea babe", I respond and continue chewing on my nails as I step outside the hotel.

Luckily for me no paparazzis are infront of the hotel today so I can get easily to the cab that I ordered a few minutes ago.

"I am taking a cab to the hotel", I tell Erik and play with a strain of my hair.

"Do you remember how you got there Süße?", Erik asks as I climb in the cab and smile at the driver before handing him the address.

"I have no idea handsome, I was completely wasted and my head hurts like hell"

"Me neither", Erik replies and I almost begin to cheer loudly.

He doesn't know that I was with Neymar, he doesn't know that I left with him, he knows nothing.

"I will be home in a few minutes", I announce and end the call with my boyfriend after some quick goodbyes.

My stomach hurts at the thought that Neymar and I had sex again after about three months of not even texting each other. Yes, I have to admit that Ney makes me feel in a kind of way that isn't the best one in my situation since I am taken but I am just ignoring these stupid nervous feelings in my whole body at all.

Erik is the one I am in love with, not Ney.

I take a deep breath and try to focus on the street and traffic and how lucky I am to have Erik.

"Nous sommes là mademoiselle", the cab driver suddenly speaks up and I notice that I am directly infront of my and Erik's hotel.

"Merci", I smile and give him a bit money, climbing out of the cab.

It's pretty cold today since we already have January and a bit of snow is also on the streets and the pavement. I quickly make my way through the people to the hotel, ignoring the fact that paparazzis take photos of me and go through the entrance.

Taking the elevator up, I think about what I can say to Erik about how and where I woke up. As I reach the door I make the decision to just keep the whole Neymar-thing to myself and simply tell Erik that I found myself in a bar or something.

"Liebling!", Erik claims as I open the door and walks towards me with a cheeky grin on his face, embracing me and kissing the top of my head.

"That was so stressfull", I sigh and wrap my arms around his torso.

"Where were you Schatz? I woke up in the same location where the gala were last night"

"In some kind of bar around people I don't even know", I lie and press a kiss to his exposed chest.

"Are you okay?", Erik asks worried and caresses my cheek softly while looking me deep into the eyes.

I nod and smile innocently before connecting my lips with Erik's briefly. He seems to be satisfied with my short response and takes both of my tiny hands in his big ones.

"You know that I am travelling to Poland with the German nationalteam tomorrow morning?"

I look at him wide-eyed while shaking my head, a feeling of sadness filling my stomach and body.