dreams {neymar jr.}

the love

Alessandra's POV

I wake up with Neymar's arm's around me, and my head on his steadily beating heart.

I know exactly what I'm getting myself into the longer I let it go on, but I can't help it. You can't resist what you feel forever. So maybe I should've just gone home after the party. Maybe I should've refused to stay at his house. Maybe I shouldn't have come at all. But I wanted to. I wanted to be around him; to see his eyes again. Losing Neymar was horrible, and I wanted him back. I needed to be around him again. It hurt, to be in love with him and be constantly reminded that he wasn't mine anymore and that I wasn't his. But now? Here in this moment, it's like I have all of it. And I just want to stay like this.

I know it's not gonna be easy, and it'll seem unfair at times, but I'm willing to go through it. There's no avoiding the complications, but that's the sacrifice. People will say I'm crazy, trying to maintain a relationship from L.A. with a man in Barcelona. I mean, sure we're not really there yet, and I guess we can cross that bridge when we get to it, but.. it's definitely incoming.. I've only got a week left.

"What are you thinking about?" Neymar whispers. "Not much." I respond quietly, staring at the ceiling. "Oh, really?" He teases, pulling me closer to him. "No, I was contemplating world domination." I say with a smirk, before looking over at him. He peeks at me, eyebrows raised, "That's terrifying, darling." We laugh quietly, with wide smiles.

"When do you have to go back?" He asks a while later. "Friday." I say quietly. "For how long?" I shrug, "It depends on how many collections they want me in." He sighs, falling quiet. At that point, we pull apart, sitting up in bed, still side by side.

"How's your back?" I ask, brushing my fingers over his brace. "It's fine." He mumbles dismissively. I hold in a sigh, and get up, heading towards the bathroom.

*•*•*

I pad into the kitchen, where Neymar is sitting at the counter, focused on his phone. He looks up when I enter, and smiles. I can't help but grin back, before quickly looking away. "C'mere." He says, sitting his phone on the counter.

"No, you come here." I challenge, with a small smirk. "Okay!" Ahaní suddenly shouts, running into the kitchen. She jumps on me, her lanky limbs wrapping around my torso as I try to retain my balance. "I love you so much, Alessandra." She coos in my ear. I push her off, and she collapses, her eyes leaking tears and her laughter filling my ears. I roll my eyes, and walk away, "Dork." I mumble, practically to myself.

I open the refrigerator door, only for Neymar's arms to wrap around me. "I'm here." He whispers in my ear, and goosebumps appear on my arms. I turn around in his arms, and look at his smirking face. I can't help but to smile at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and drawing him closer. His smirk grows into a smile, before he kisses me. As the kiss becomes more progressive, we fall back into our old rhythm. My hands tangle in his hair, and he grips my hips firmly.

A sharp whistle fills my ears, and I pull away, looking at my feet, blushing. Neymar starts laughing, turning to look at the people entering the room, "Good morning." He kisses my forehead, "We'll finish this later, yeah?" He whispers. The blush spreads to my neck, and I play with my hands. He walks away, and I straighten up, looking around the room at his family, and all of them give me toothy grins. "Want me to help you make breakfast?" Rafaella asks, coming over to me with a huge grin. I nod, "Yes please."

"They just kinda forgot I was here!" I hear Ahaní shout, staring at me. I offer her a sheepish smile, and she shrugs, grinning at me.

As start to eat breakfast, I sit down next to Neymar, and he pulls my chair close to his, so that we're pretty much sharing one. As he shovels the food into his mouth, his arm wraps around me, his hand resting on my hip. He pauses, "Where's your food?" He asks me quietly. "I have this." I mumble, holding up the shake I had made. "Are you serious?" I avoid his eyes as I nod. He gets up suddenly, and I watch as he grabs a plate, and fills it from the food on the stove. I sigh as he sits it down in front of me, staring at all of the food I know I can't finish.  He kisses my temple, "It's okay." He whispers in my ear, "Just eat what you can. As long as you eat some, I'm happy." I look up at him, and he offers me a gentle smile.