Don't Forget My Name(Neymar)

Chapter 24- Time Of Their Lives

I’m sorry if this one seems rushed, but I had to include a filler in order to continue on with the story. The ending is shocking so this includes a buildup. I’m also sorry if this chapter is really short and kind of choppy but I wanted to get it out for you. I edit my chapters before posting them since they are all already written. I hope you guys like it and I would really appreciate it if you would check out my new Neymar story I will begin writing once this one is finished. It is called Masquerade of Heroes. The prologue is up. Definitely check it out! Anyway, leave some feed back guys! You know I love it.

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*Months later*

Belle sat in the middle of Neymar’s living room drawing up new designs that was sure to launch her name in lights. It was a children’s line, and would be modeled by no other than her daughter and Neymar’s son, Davi. She looked up from her drawings and saw Aspen and Davi sitting in front of the television watching some obnoxious show that she managed to drown out. Davi continuously tried to put his arm around Aspen who would groan or yell at him to take it off because of his “cooties.”. Paige sat on the sofa in the far end of the room and watched her young friend from afar. Her designs were flawless and she were sure that they would be a huge success. “You know,” Paige stood up to walk over to Belle. “You’re going to get a whole lot of hate for these designs.”

Belle looked up at her and raised her brows in concern. “How so? It is just some designs. Who knows if they will even be accepted.”

Paige shook her head and told Belle that they were perfect and that many designers will be envious for them. Almost forgetting, Paige took out the letter from her bag and handed it over to Belle who looked at it skeptically. “It’s from Neymar.” She said.

Belle took it gradually. She hasn’t seen Neymar in weeks due to the fact that he had to travel for football, but they still managed to speak over the phone and face to face on FaceTime when he had the chance.  Hurriedly, she ripped open the envelope and giggled at his calligraphy. Ever since they were in high school, his hand writing hasn’t changed, not one bit.

“Wear something nice and do whatever Paige tells you do tonight.

Love, Neymar.”

Belle’s eyes flew over to a grinning Paige. “You heard the man, I am in charge.”

“So what do I have to do, Ma’am?”

Paige placed a hand over to her lips as if to seem like she was thinking hard about her first demand. Seconds later, she grinned and pulled her up to her feet. “Wear that gorgeous black dress.”

“Black dress?” Belle scoffed. That was her special occasion dress that she hardly ever wore. Honestly, she was too afraid to try it on again because she wasn’t sure if it would be able to sustain her baby fat.

Before she could protest, Paige was already heading for the bedroom and pulled it out of a plastic bag. Belle’s mouth fell open upon sight of it. “You snuck in my closet and took it out and hid it in here.”

She shrugged before shoving the contents into her arms and grabbed her bag, spilling make up on the table. “Let’s make you even more gorgeous then you are now.”

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Neymar sat eagerly in his hotel room, checking himself out and nodding in approval. Marcelo chuckled to himself and mumbled some words under his breath. He had asked him many times if he looked okay and changed numerous times. Never has he seen Neymar so uptight about how he looked. The award ceremony was tonight and Neymar was confident that he would win an award, so he believed that this would be the perfect opportunity.

“I’m glad you guys are finally together. This tragic love story of yours was truly getting on my nerves.” Marcelo slapped Neymar’s shoulders and soon looked at himself in the mirror.

Before either of them could speak, a large banging on the door caught their attention. “Let’s go guys! The bus is here.” A voice they recognized as Thiago bellowed into the room. He looked over at Marcelo who shrugged his shoulders and headed out.

Neymar didn’t speak to anyone the whole ride there. He had a mixture of nerves, excitement, and fear. Belle was the girl who had ever made his self-confidence diminish. There was just something different about her. He noticed it from day one. She may have matured, in some way, and she may have become much more stubborn, she was still the same Belle he fell in love with in high school. Their story wasn’t like any others. It was crazy, difficult, but hopefully, it comes in a happy ending. It wasn’t long before they arrived at the stadium. People began screaming upon seeing them come in, but he drowned them out. His eyes searched for Belle’s light brown ones, but he couldn’t see them. His heart dropped and ached and he silently cursed Paige.

Suddenly, he could see Paige stand up with his beautiful daughter on her shoulders. With him seeing Paige and Aspen, he knew that Belle had to be near. As he walked down the way to the pitch, his eyes scanned until they met with the pair he had longed for for what seemed like years. She smiled at him instantly and gave a small wave. Neymar couldn’t help the goofy grin that appeared on his lips. She looked so beautiful tonight and he made a mental note to ask Paige if she was too brutal with her tonight.

He stood in front of everyone alongside his teammates and ignored everything being said. The only thing he wanted to do was run and pick Belle up and squeeze her tightly. His eyes continueously met hers and he continued to smile like an idiot.  It took him a while to realize that all eyes were on him. He looked over at them with a questionable gaze until a golden trophy was placed in his hands. “Congratulations on Neymar Da Silva Santos  Junior for winning the Golden Ball award!”

The stadium roared in cheers and Neymar smiled and held it up high. He looked at Belle and pointed his index finger at her with a wink. Even with their far distance, he could see the pink on her cheeks. Marcelo nudged his shoulders and gave him a knowing look. This was the moment. All eyes were on him. Neymar sprinted up to the stands until he got to the section where Belle was sitting.

“Daddy!” Aspen cheered once she noticed him standing there. Belle looked at him confused but held a smile anyway. Neymar held his hand out for her to take and pulled her to her feet. “What are you doing?” she whispered, but he ignored her.

He could feel her tiny tugs she gave him as they grew closer and closer to the pitch and it only made him chuckle inwardly. People in the stands cheered, looked at each other confused, or stayed quiet once they got to the center. Belle looked at round and formed a slight frown. “Everyone is staring, Neymar.”

He pulled her in closer and gave her a little peck on her lips. “Then I should make this quick then.”

“Make wha-“ Her words caught in her mouth as she saw Neymar get on one knee. The crowd behind them cheered ecstatically but to her, everything was quiet and nothing else mattered then seeing Neymar kneel in front of her.

“Isabelle Torres, I know we haven’t been having the best time lately, and I know we both can be stubborn, but I want you to know that I’ve always been madly in love with you since day one.” Neymar took a shaky breath and put his hand in his jacket pocket. The box was hard and cold but it would be discarded once the ring was out. “Now that I have you, I want to keep you. Forever.” He pulled the box out and opened it revealing a beautiful ring. He was afraid she would pick up on hints like searching through her jewelry box and finding rings so that he could figure out her ring size. Nethertheless, if it were too small and big, he could always have it resized.

“Will you marry me?”

The corner of Belle’s eyes watered and she didn’t speak. She couldn’t speak after all. For years she has dreamed of this moment, and now that it was here, it felt so different. Neymar’s expression changed from hopeful to nervous and she realized that she still hasn’t spoken her answer. A smile curled on her lips as she said, “Yes.”

He instantly picked her up in his arms and squeezed her hand before sliding the ring onto her tiny ring fingers. It fit like a glove and he sighed in relief.

“Now you won’t be able to escape from me.” He whispered down to her. She stood on her tip toes and kissed his soft lips. “I wasn’t planning on it.”