The Foreigner {Neymar fanfiction}

Chapter 8

Very last short chapter, but the end just fit so well.

We just arrived home after bringing Davi back to Carolina. The day was fun and I enjoyed playing with Davi and watching the Seleção train, but Neymar still didn't talk to me. I had no idea of what was going on in his head, but it made me kind of sad.

"I have to leave again, I'll be back soon", Neymar mumbled and rushed out of the door.

NEYMAR'S POV

"I have to leave again, I'll be back soon", I said and rushed out of the door.

Actually I didn't have to go anywhere, I just needed some time for myself. I didn't want Luciana to leave me. I got used to her being around me and I'm pretty sure I'd make a big mistake if she'd leave.

I headed over to the highway that leads to Rio de Janeiro. The street lights shined bright and made me squint my eyes. I accelerated and turned up the volume of the music. Forced on the street, I accelerated again. My car was on its speed limit and I was already far over the speed limit that was allowed on the highway. I didn't care though.

Suddenly I saw a car moving from the drive-up way over to the lane I was on. It drove right in front of me, so I tried to brake but I was too fast. I heard a loud clap and saw the lights spinning around me. Then it was over.

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I slowly opened my eyes and was dazzled by the daylight.

"Neymar", I heard a familiar voice say.

"Neymar, can you hear me?"

I moved over to the side but moved back to my former position because I felt an acute pain.

"Yes", I whispered and tried to figure out who was sitting in front of me. Everything was blurry. "Luciana?", I whispered again.

"Yeah, yeah, it's me!", I heard her cheering.

"I-I thought I'd die", I started, "I thought you'd leave me forever. And wouldn't come to my funeral"

"Funeral? Neymar, why would I ever leave you?" She sounded worried about my words.

"Because you said so", I closed my eyes.

"Ney-Neymar, stay awake"

"I am. I'm just tired and the lights are too bright. Everything is blurry", I muttered.

A few moments later I heard the light swith click. Luciana sat down again next to me.

LUCIANA'S POV

I sat down next to him again and grabbed his hand. Squeezing it, I was about to start crying again. Since I got the call from the police around five hours ago, I cried almost the whole time. They told me he had an accident and that he was in a critical state. His leg was broken, he had a concussion and some lacerations. "There must have been an angel who let him survive this", the doctor said. He could have been dead. My Neymar could have been dead.

"Don't cry", Neymar whispered slowly with heavy breaths in between, "you're better without me"

"Neymar, you could've died" I just couldn't hold my tears back and cried even more.

"Don't lie to yourself, you wouldn't have any worries if I died", he went on opening his eyes for a short moment before closing them again.

"What the hell, what are you talking about? I'm crying my eyes out because of fear and you say I'd be happy if you'd die? Neymar, what is wrong with you?", I wiped my tears without knowing what he was talking about. How did he even dare to think that I'd be happy without him? Didn't he realize I liked him like, very much? He did so much for me that he didn't even have to do and then says I'd be happy if he'd die?

"How do you even dare saying this?"

"You dared to say that you want to leave me alone and that I'm messy and annoying. You don't want to live with me, that's fine. It was just an offer. But you could've at least told me personally" I saw a tear rolling down his cheek and he tried to lift his hand to his face to wipe it, but he was weak.

No matter if he was mad at me or not, I moved over to him and softly wiped his tear.

"Stop this", he mumbled sounding like he was about to cry too.

"Neymar, I" I didn't know how to put my thoughts and feelings right now into words. "Neymar, that wasn't meant to be mean. I remember very well what your thoughts about me were when I arrived here and I also know that you're still sad about Bru-"

"I don't care about her", he interrupted me.

"Don't interrupt me, just listen please. No matter if you care about her or not, you still have your aggressive moments. But you mean so much to me, you have enabled my career, you have let me live with you and you have made me laugh. I wanted to go home because I thought you'd still hate me secretly and I should leave. Let's be honest, this world is your world, not mine. Modeling is fun, but I miss my life and we all know that I'll never be your kind of normal"

Neymar smiled. Why did he smile now? Didn't he want me to stay?

"Maybe you'll never be the world's kind of normal, but you can be my kind of perfect"