Haven't met you yet

17. We Only Go Backwards

Lio's POV

We got out of the apartment, hand in hand. ''We need to hurry, we have to get ready for the game''

''We have time, come with me'' Neymar pulled me along with him to God knows where.

The dim lights of the street made his skin glisten golden as he guided me, his fingers tangled with mine. We soon reached a huge open park with little to no people at all, and the big Eiffel tower standing still before us. Neymar stayed serious the whole time as we walked up to the antique staircase, silent, I'd dare to say he was even worried and concerned by something I couldn't see. We stood at the top of the tower, hand in hand as we looked to the endless sunrise.

''Nothing could ruin this moment'' He said. His hands were on my waist pulling me closer until our foreheads touched. ''Lio, would you marry me?''

My lips opened but no sound came out. Astonishment shook me from head to toe, the beautiful view from the case of stairs of the Eiffel tower became upside down. But my mind knew better. ''Ney, have you... Have you though about it?''

''I have!'' Neymar looked lit up, ''and God, Lio, trust me when I say I want to-''

''No, Stop. Neymar.'' His smile dropped and disappointment washed him. ''Ney... It-it won't work''

''Don't you love me'' I knew I loved him, words were caught in my throat willing to leave to make Neymar feel better. My lips were shaking, wanting to kiss him.

''I'm sorry Neymar, but that's it. It's a no''

''B-but why?''

''Don't you understand when someone says no?'' Couldn't he understand how difficult this was to me? ''Believe what you want, we can't just get married. What the heck crossed your mind?''

''I thought... I-I thought you loved me Leo'' His hands loosened the hold of my waist and stepped back, looking down. A tear rolled down his cheeks while I bit my lip to contain the sob I was holding. Seeing Neymar like this broke my heart, I turned around and walked away giving him just one look before I went down. His arms rested on the rail as he looked at the horizon and tears streamed carelessly down his face.

I couldn't help it. I had brought myself into this and couldn't even back it up; Paris' streets got wearier in the sort ten minutes we were up the tower. I let Neymar there to figure things out by himself, and of all times, I remembered then and there of the song we listened in the back of that vehicle. Fuck.

Neymar's POV

Paris was a beautiful city; the city of love, everywhere I looked was full of happy couples taking in their surroundings. Bitterness was dripping from every part of my body, the air felt heavy in my lungs and I felt like an invisible force was pulling me down as I dragged my feet along the city. Pigeons took crumbles from under the tables of a bar and the guy that watched the door of David's hotel winked at me. I bit my lip as I went up to my best friend's room, and knocked on the door, waiting for him to understand whatever had just happened. I knocked for about thirty minuted until I remembered the game, and defeated as I was, I went back to our hotel hoping for Lio to be ready so I wouldn't have to face him.

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''Where were you Neymar, It's late!'' Dani shouted from across the room as I waited for the lift with my hands buried in my pockets and my stare at my feet. ''Are you okay?''

''Yeah, I- Where's Marc? Have you seen him?'' I took my cellphone out and turned it off. ''I miss him. It's been a long time since I last talked to him, though'' Dani smiled after that. He was fidgeting with a bulge of rolled socks and threw it at me.

''We have a match to play, no time to go with him. What would you talk about, anyways? Dogs?''

''Actually yes, he asked me to see videos and photos of Poker for at least two weeks, I've never met someone that annoying''

''What can I say, he becomes chirpy when it comes to dogs''

''Yeah'' The lift made a ding letting me know it was there. As I held the door I looked at Dani again. ''So... You know where he is?''

''Room 125, I think that's the twelfth floor''

''Thanks''

''Uhm, where are you going?'' Luis Enrique called. I turned around and he was coming at me through the hallway, fast. ''Marc isn't there'' He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, ''last time I saw you with him Lionel broke his face. We don't want that, do we? We've got a match'' He grinned and pinched my cheek.

''I fucked it up, already'' I smiled, too. He lifted an eyebrow.

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