The Foreigner {Neymar fanfiction}

Chapter 6

"Probably just a bird which didn't see the window", Neymar quickly mumbled and kissed Bruna again trying to make her go in the direction of the kitchenette. Bruna let go of him though and seemed not to believe what her boyfriend said.

"A bird? Of course. Ney, I'm not dumb" Then she came closer and closer towards me, I could hear her high heels clicking on the floor louder with each step. I tried to hide behind the curtains again but it was too late.

"WHO THE HELL IS THAT NEYMAR DA SILVA SANTOS JÚNIOR?", Bruna screamed hysterically through the house.

"My... maid", he stuttered as I came up behind the couch. His maid? Why wasn't he just honest? It wasn't like I was his girlfriend or anything, he had no reason to lie.

"Your maid, sure. That's why she's hiding in your house. Wow, I knew you were stupid, but THAT stupid?", Bruna continued furiously. That chick actually just called her boyfriend stupid, she must have loved him so much.

"Bruna, listen", Neymar grabbed Bruna's arm but she snatched away.

"Listen, listen,... No, Neymar. Not this time. Here are your fucking keys, bye!" Bruna ran out of the door and shut it with an extremely loud clap.

"Thank you very much", Neymar turned to me in a deprecative tone. Then he walked up the stairs without saying anything else.

In the evening Neymar and I still hadn't exchange words. I spent the whole day inside my room on the edge of crying out loud. I didn't want them to break up or anything. Maybe I should just go home, so Neymar and I would forget that I have been here. Some minutes later I decided to take my bag and tell Neymar that I'll ask Johnny to drive me to the airport since you couldn't rely on cab services here. I found Neymar sitting on a bench in his garden, starring at the dark sky with some blinking stars in it. Slowly and quietly I walked closer to him and stopped right in front of him. His eyes moved from the sky to my face, then to my bag and back to my face.

"I can only say I'm sorry for what happened, I really didn't want that. I called a cab but it didn't arrive here, I even checked the address twice. You can be as mad as you want at me, I totally see your point. That's why I think we should forget I was here, I'll call Johnny to drive me to the airport, so I can go home and you'll never have to see me again. Anyways, thank you for letting me stay here these few days", I felt tears coming up in my eyes, so I quickly turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly Neymar answered.

"Wait", he said, "Don't go" I stopped and didn't move in any way.

"Turn around please", he continued softly and stood up. I did as he told me, so we looked each other right in the eyes.

"You were right, I was an asshole. I don't deserve a girl like Bruna, though I actually have been wanting to get rid of her for weeks. I felt shit after the world cup, people said my injury was fake though I could have been in a wheelchair forever, I was just lucky. I was hurt again several times in the first games of the league now, I have no more time for Davi... and I was an asshole because of all that. I know what it feels like to be at the bottom with a dream to achieve something and you totally deserve being here. Stay here and I promise I'll change"

With that I broke out in tears. I would've never thought that Neymar was able to say something like this.

"Don't cry!" He came one step closer and gave me a tight hug. Was this how he really was? It seemed to be realer than the Neymar I used to know yet.

"Shhh", he buzzed as he stroked my head with one hand. Neymar hold me like that for some minutes that felt like an eternity. An eternity I wouldn't want to escape from. His scent, his touch, all so close to me felt so good. I had a weird feeling in my stomach as we stood there like that. Then Neymar let go of me and smiled which made me get even weaker.

"So you'll stay?"

"Yes", I smiled back.

"Good. Tonight I'll take you to a restaurant. We've had pizza and Asian food all the time now, it's time you eat something real" He picked up my bag, which I let fall on the ground while he hugged me, and took it inside the house. He waited for me at the glass door and closed it after I went inside.

"Do you have something beautiful to wear?", he asked as he took a can of coke out of the fridge.

"Not really... just some dresses you guys here probably wouldn't call beautiful", I replied.

"Wait a minute" He put the can on the counter and ran up the stairs. I sat down on the couch and waited for him. Minutes later he came back with a light pink dress.

"Put this one on. Don't worry, it's Rafa's. If she kills someone for this, it will be me" He handed me the dress with his typical smirk on his face. I took the dress and went to the bathroom to put it on. It fit me very well but it was so fancy, it made me feel so different yet beautiful. Nervously I went back to the living room to see Neymar's reaction. He sat there with a sports magazine but looked up as I entered the room.

"You look stunning", he smiled and stood up, "Lets go"

We sat in a fancy restaurant, in the most hidden corner, so no paparazzi would disturb our dinner.

"Paps make up rumors all the time. If they catch us don't wonder if we're a couple tomorrow", he chuckled but I didn't understand what he wanted to tell me so I gave him a confused look.

"Not really of course. They'll just write it in the newspapers and people believe all the shit. If anyone ever asks you out about me, either tell them we're only friends or say you don't give details on your love life. You're sort of in this business now, you need to know that", he explained. Now I understood. This world he was living in was sick. People made up sick rumors and spread it like a wildfire, mostly to make people look bad in their position.

"Thank you", I muttered starring at my plate with a big salad on it.

"For what?"

"For your sudden kindness. For showing me what life is about"

"I made lots of mistakes and I can't do anything but trying to make everything better right now and behave good", he smiled looking down to his plate too. Suddenly I saw something interesting on the TV that hung on one of the walls.

"Neymar", I jiggled his left arm and pointed towards the TV.

"Here we have actress Bruna Marquezine with us at the Stars for Hope gala. Bruna, is there anything you want to talk about to us?

Yes, I want to clear up things between Neymar and me. We broke up earlier today because he cheated on me. He let that chick live in his house while I was in Milan. He's an obnoxious liar"

I looked back to Neymar who hustled his glass down to the floor with a fitful kick of his fist. He jumped up angrily and walked around the table to me.

"Can we please just go", he shouted at me.

"Sure"

I followed him to the car and entered it as he unlocked it. We sat there for some seconds but Neymar didn't start the car. All of the sudden he beat the steering wheel and screamed.

"Are you sure you wanna drive now?", I asked softly.

"You can't so I have to", he replied starring at the bush in front of the parking lot.

"Calm down a little first. Your life is worth more than that girl" He turned his head to me and smiled with one side of his mouth going up a little.

"Thank you for being here with me"