You Before Me |Neymar Jr.|

Chapter 31

I usually don't do time skips but I had to sorrrryyyy 

1 month later...

Natalia's POV

"Guess who's graduating!!!" I shrieked, running into the house, dropping my bags and folders on the floor. 

"Who?" Neymar asked, pulling out one of his airpods. He had a questioning look on his face as he came out of the kitchen with a bowl of raspberries. My eyes zeroed in on the bowl and I scurried over, picking one out of the bowl. 

"Hey! Gi-"

"Give it back?" I finished, popping it in my mouth. "I'd rather not."

"Meanie," he muttered under his breath as I rolled my eyes. 

"And why the hell are you asking "who"?" I exclaimed. "It's me of course! I'm graduating next month!"

"Wait really?" Ney asked, reaching for another raspberry.

I smacked his hand away, "Leave the berries and celebrate with me!" I grabbed his arm and spun in a circle. 

"Geez woman, don't pull my arm out of its socket!" he exclaimed. 

"Doesn't matter, you don't even need arms for football."

"What? Of course you do!"

"Well, I don't care right now. I'm GRADUATING!"

I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the radiating from my body. I felt him wrap his arms around me, his biceps squeezing my waist gently. It was an odd feeling being this close to someone. I didn't know what it was but it made my heart flutter.

"I'm so proud of you," Neymar smiled, "I know how hard you've been working."

I grinned at him, letting another odd high pitched noise. He laughed, shaking his head at me.

"This is the girliest I've ever seen you."

"Wow, thanks."

"Are you going to tell your parents?"

I stopped for a second, remembering that I would have to tell them I was graduating. Or did I? Nah they would find out somehow and be pissed that I didn't tell them.

"Uh yeah probably," I nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"And your brother?"

"Oh yeah! I'll do that right now," I said, pulling out my phone. I paced around the room with one hand on my hip as the phone rang and rang. That's odd. He usually picks up the first time. I redialed and again, no answer. My eyebrows furrowed as I bit my lip, wondering why he wasn't picking up. 

"What's up?" Neymar asked, glancing up from his FIFA game. 

"He's not picking up," I said quietly, staring at my phone. I bit my nail in concentration as I checked the recent calls to see the last time he'd called me. It'd been almost 3 months since he'd been deployed. The last time he had called was a week after he returned, and no calls since then. Holy shit. This was not normal. Not normal at all. He called every 2 weeks. And I had been too preoccupied that I hadn't noticed his absence of calls. 

"Oh my gosh," I whispered, covering my mouth with my hand.

"What?" Neymar asked again, this time, he sat up, putting down his controller. 

"Elliot hasn't called in over 2 months," I said. 

"Maybe he's busy," he suggested. 

"No, no, no, he always calls, no matter what," I said, shaking my head. "What if something happened to him? He should've called by now. He call's every 2 weeks, what if-" 

"Woah, woah, woah, slow down tiger," Neymar said, grabbing my hands that had been aggressively tugging at my hair. 

"I can't! Wha-"

"Natalia!" he shouted, making me stop and look at him. "Calm down. So he hasn't answered your calls?"

I shook my head, swallowing as a lump began to form in my throat. I couldn't bear to think of what could've happened to my brother. 

"Maybe he's just really busy, remember he said that he would be busy setting up in his new station?" Neymar asked. 

"Yeah," I nodded, remembering the conversation we'd had at dinner.

"He must be occupied doing that and plus isn't it a new country?"

"yeah it is."

"Don't worry, he'll call back," he said. I must've looked unsure because he continued, "Look I'll tell you what, if he doesn't call back by Wednesday, then you an panic a little. But until then, just relax. "

"Ok," I nodded. "Thank you."

He smirked at me, ruffling my hair up. "Come on," he tossed a controller at me. "I'm Barça"

"Oh hell no, I'm always Barça!" I complained, plopping on the couch beside him. 

"Too bad, you snooze you loose. You're.... lets see," he squinted at the screen, "Real Betis."

"You suck," I grumbled, leaning further into the couch, scowling at him. 

"Suck it up buttercup. You're about to go down," he smirked. 

"*cough *cough* yeah like how you went down 1-13 when I played you yesterday."

"Ok we don't speak of th- hey! I'm not even ready!"

"You snooze you loose!"

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