Enamoured《 Neymar Jr

eighteen

TARAYA'S POV:

"This is so exciting!" I said to Shakira, who had Milan perched on her lap.

We were watching the Barcelona vs Eibar game intently. Xavi had just scored, putting us on a lead.

"It is, isn't it?" she replied, "The defence is excellent today!"

"Daddy!" Milan yelled, hands raised forward.

"Daddy is defending very well today darling!" Shakira said, hugging her child, careful not to crush her pregnant belly.

"Totally," I agreed, "I wonder what's going on with the attacking."

"Ah, they'll redeem themselves, " she dismissed my concerns, "After all, they are the best!"

Just as she said that, Dani Alves passed the ball to Neymar in the penalty area. I knew that he would make a shot, but was contemplative on whether he'd manage to hit the net. Amazingly, he kicked so powerfully at an angle, that despite the fact that it hit the goalkeeper, the ball went passed him. GOAAAL!

Everyone stood up to cheer for the Brazilian. It was his 200th goal, and such a spectacular one it was! The pride on his face was a treat for everyone to look at.

Neymar did his signature move, running around while pointing his hands up to the sky, thanking his God.

Suddenly, he ran over to our bench. I was expecting him to maybe embrace Niall or any other member of the Barcelona squad, but he headed straight in my direction. Before I knew knew what was going on, I was in his arms and he lifted me up, hugging me hard. So hard that his sweat was seeping into my shirt. I didn't know how to react. Shrugging all of my common sense away, I buried my head into his damp shirt and clung on happily. Cameras clicked away, documenting the moment. However, we both didn't care.

Eventually, he let go and ran back to the action without daring to look me in the eye. Oh dear! What had I done?

Niall and the other boys gave me an incredulous glance while Shakira, Harry, Liam, Calum and Munir smirked cheekily.

"I told you so!" Shakira whispered into my ear.

"Told me what?" I asked.

"Sometimes you're so blind Taraya!"

Niall, who was seated on my other side, tapped me on the shoulder.

"We need to have a talk after this," he said sternly.

I gulped and attempted to look composed. Internally, I was shivering in fright.

Just a mere two minutes later, Messi scored with the assistance of Neymar. It was now Neymar's 100th assist. Messi was only one goal away from being the La Liga top goalscorer.

Nobody else scored for the rest of the match. The game ended 3-0. It was a good result, but a bit dull by Barça standards.

All of us on the bench got up and took the shortcut to the locker room.

As soon as we got there, Neymar approached me sheepishly.

"Can I talk Tarry privately?" Neymar asked, almost resembling a guilty three year old that had eaten all the cookies in the jar.

Niall told me to go ahead and Neymar nodded gratefully. He grabbed me by the arm and took me to the corner of the room, only to stare at me intently.

"Neymar?" I asked, "Are you alright?"

He snapped out of his daydream, "Oh yes I'm fine. Fantastic actually. Sorry!"

"No need to apologise. What do you want to talk to me about?"