Haven't met you yet

15. Rosario part 2

Messi's POV

I woke up to the first lines of the sun above the horizon and his skin looked like he had poured watercolors on himself, the gentle lights of the sky mingling and reflecting on him. I ran my fingers across it and Neymar slowly opened his eyes, encountering mine.

His arms wrapped around my neck, pulled me closer till our lips collided softly and we kissed in the sweetest of ways. His fingers were tangled on my hair already, pulling it as my hands caressed his waist. We pulled apart for a brief second just to take it all in, to look into each others ayes, falling even more in love as time passed by.

I could barely believe we were just there, coming back to the place where I was born and he was lying his head down on my shoulder. I softly whispered a gentle ''good morning'' in his ear; the first vehicles of dawn and their motors humming came along. The blanket we were wrapped in wriggled and I watched him stand up on his own, stretching like a cat. if he could purr, he would have done it.

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The opening of Rosario hadn't changed a lot since the past years, I drove by Parque Independencia as Neymar put his shades on because the sun hit him. We had breakfast together in the only cheap restaurant that was open at 6 a.m. on Sunday and both waiters including the guy at the cash register asked for pictures.

The I knocked my mum's door and she walked out looking messy and shocked at us. it was the perfect place to hide during day and of course I wanted her to know the person standing nervous by my side.

Her eyes were wide in shock, I think almost as big as Mesut's.

''What are you doing here? And what is he doing with you?''

The expression changed, there was one I had never seen in my life, she was throwing daggers with her eyes until my dad appeared behind her, squeezing her shoulder.

''Hey son. I see the news were right'' he stepped outside. ''Come in, please. Been a long time, the two of you are searching for a place to stay?''

''Sure'' I tried to smile because it had never happened to me, that seeing my mom after such long time and she wouldn't even react to me was... Well, shocking. I hugged my dad, however, he barely tapped my back and let me go. He gave Neymar a hand shake with concern on his face.

''How are you doing? you should have called, son''

''I wanted to give you a surprise, I-''

''We've had enough surprises already'' my mom snapped, uncomfortable and folding her arms, walking into the kitchen.

We sat at the couch with my dad in front of us.

''Why didn't you told us you were gay?'' I sensed Neymar shifting uncomfortable on his side of the couch. ''You're open to tell us anything you'd like, son''

''I'm not gay. Why would you think that?''

''It's on the newspaper, it's everywhere, that you're dating Neymar''

I smiled. ''I'm not'' That's when I heard a faint gasp. ''We're just traveling because of Ney's son, and I wanted to bring him to Argentina. Is it that wrong to do that with a friend?'' I went on. Just by how my heart was beating I knew I was about to puke. my dad smirked and put a firm hand on my shoulder.

''Thank God, I thought you were the odd ones''

Neymar's voice spoke for the first time since we had arrived and said ''excuse me'', stood up, and just like that he left.

Neymar's POV

Air wasn't getting to my lungs, I felt sick. The way ha so naturally lied to them, the way her mother looked at me when we arrived... Fuck. It was it all over again, I could feel my father's voice in my head, burning with every word he had said to me in a discussion much like this one.