Football One Shots

Cris-Leo-Ney

Neymar tossed and turned in his bed, not able to fall asleep after waking up from a bad dream. He felt hot, sweat lining his forehead and running under his arms. The air in the room seemed warmer than usual, causing Neymar to get up and check the thermostat.
70°F (21°C)
That was the normal temperature so Neymar couldn't figure out why it was so dang hot. He crawled back into his queen sized bed and tried to get comfortable again.
Cris and Leo shared a room downstairs, while Neymar stayed by himself on the second floor, where the kitchen and other things were located. The two had been so involved in their own little world, they failed to notice Neymar's adoring stares and his day dreaming. He wasn't jealous of them, but he was jealous of the kind of love they got to feel everyday. He wanted to feel their love too, but he'd never tell them that. They'd think he was crazy, definitely.
So Neymar decided on keeping to himself, only watching from afar as they gave each other all the love in the world. They made each other happy, and if Leo was happy then Neymar could at least pretend to be happy, for him.
Neymar lived with Leo for a few months before Cristiano moved in, but it felt like Neymar was the one who up and moved in on a whim, disturbing the "married" couple. Even if he was there first, he couldn't help but feel slightly bad for intruding. It should be their home.
Neymar found himself tossing and turning some more, the room feeling even hotter. He sealed his eyes shut and prayed for sleep to come over him, but all he got was a beeping noise.
"I'm going crazy." Neymar sighed and buried his face in his pillow.
When the beeping only continued, Neymar decided to drag himself out of bed and investigate. When his hand reached his door handle, it was warm, almost hot to the touch.
"What the..." Neymar threw open his door and was hit by the smell of smoke.
"Oh no no no." With rushed footsteps, Neymar reached the end of the hallway only to find bright orange flames crawling up the stairs.
"No no no. What the hell?" Neymar turned back and ran to his room.
He leaped onto his bed quickly and began to throw around the blankets and pillows trying to find his phone.
"Where the hell is my phone?" He only then realized his hands were shaking uncontrollably.
A flash of light caught his eyes from the floor. There across the room laid his phone.
Neymar practically threw himself to the floor, desperately needing to call for help. He was scared, not hearing a word from Leo or Cris.
When he finally managed to reach his phone and dial the number he was frantic.
"911 what's your emergency?"
"Uh my house is on fire. I live at 309 Barrick Drive, Castelldefels." Neymar got to his feet and moved towards the hallway.
"Okay. Are there any other people in the house with you?" Neymar's heart dropped.
"Y-yes. Uh two more. They are downstairs. That's where the fire is coming from." Neymar entered the hallway only to stumble back at the sight of the fire. It was now coming down his hall, trapping him.
"I-I haven't heard them." Neymar didn't know what to do.
"Leo! Cris!" Neymar was silent for a moment, but received no response.
"I-I don't know where they are..." A cough then forced its way out of his chest.
"Sir, can you get out of the house?" The operator asked.
"N-no. The fire is coming down my hallway." Neymar didn't want to think about what might happen if he didn't get out.
"Okay please remain calm. The fire trucks should be at your house within the next minute." Neymar felt slightly calmed by the news.
"Okay. Tell them they have to check downstairs for Leo and Cris first. They have to be okay." Neymar took another step back as the fire continued to grow.
"They will do everything they can. Can you get to a room?" Neymar moved back to his bedroom.
"Yes. My bedroom."
"Okay. Shut the door to the room and get away from it." Neymar did as he was told.
"Okay." Neymar sat on the floor, trying to find more fresh air.
"Okay help is on scene. Just sit tight and they'll come and get you soon." Neymar nodded, another cough ripping through him.
"C-can you tell me if Cris and Leo are okay?" Neymar had to know, had to be sure.
"One moment." The operator went silent.
Neymar dropped his head to his knees, saying his second silent prayer of the night.
"Okay. They were both outside when the trucks arrived on scene. They are being treated by a medic as we speak. They're very worried about you." Neymar sighed in relief, struggling to get another breath in.
"As long as they're okay. It's getting hard to breathe in here ma'am." Neymar coughed once more, wiping sweat from his forehead.
"I know dear. Just a few more minutes. You can do this." Neymar wanted to agree but his constricted breathing said otherwise.
"Can you do me a favor?" Neymar knew she wasn't obligated but he hoped she would do it because he might die.
"Sure dear. What can I do for you?" The operator tried her best to speak calmly to keep Neymar from panicking.
"Can you tell Leo and Cris that I love them. In case I don't make it out of here." Neymar didn't want to think of not getting out alive, but he knew his situation and knew it was very possible.
"You can tell them yourself when you get out of there. They're almost to you." Neymar smiled and nodded, even though she couldn't see him.
"That sounds good." Neymar dropped onto his side, feeling exhausted suddenly, as though his restlessness from earlier was no more.
"I'm tired now." Neymar coughed.
"Just hang on. They're almost there." Neymar could hear commotion down the hall.
"Is anyone there?" A voice called out.
"I'm in here!" Neymar tried to pull himself to his feet but only hit the floor again.
The door busted open and three men in gear entered the room, one immediately heading towards Neymar.
"They're here now." Neymar mumbles into his phone before turning to the man crouched beside him.
"I've got you now." Neymar was lifted off the ground and carried from the room.
As they passed through the halls, Neymar could see the damage. The walls were charred and the floors were soaked from water. The smell of ash loomed in the air and caused Neymar to cough in a fit.
When they finally reached the outside of the house, Neymar was brought to an ambulance, where Leo and Cris were waiting for him.
"Neymar! Are you okay?" Leo gripped his hand quickly as Neymar was strapped onto a gurney and oxygen was given to him.
"I'm fine now. I'm so glad you two are okay." Neymar smiled as Cris stood behind Leo.
"We were so worried..." Cris leaned over and placed a hand on Neymar's thigh.
"I was worried about you guys. The fire was on the steps by the time I noticed. I thought you guys were gone." Neymar rested back onto the gurney filled with relief.
"This is all my fault Neymar. I left the candles burning in the living room." Leo dropped his head into his hands but Neymar reached out to clutch him tightly on the forearm.
"It's okay Leo. Everyone is fine. We can afford a new place, well you guys can." Leo looked up.
"What do you mean?" Leo looked worried and Cris gripped Neymar's thigh a bit tighter.
"I-I think I'm gonna get my own place. You guys are ready to start your life together. I can't be in the middle of that." Neymar smiled softly even though all he felt inside was heartbreak.
"No Neymar! You're staying with us. We need you. I need you." Leo spoke from his heart.
"Please don't move into your own place. We really enjoy having you around." Cris didn't want Neymar to leave either.
The couple had grown used to seeing Neymar everyday. The three of them were like peas in a pod. They did everything together.
They cooked together, ate together, went shopping together, went on walks together, watched movies together, cleaned together, danced together and they even had a bunch of sleepovers in Neymar's room after movie marathons. Without Neymar, they wouldn't be complete.
"Are you sure?" Neymar didn't want them to put their lives on hold to make sure he was included in everything they did and so on. He wanted them to do what they wanted, not what they could do with Neymar.
"We're positive. You're just as much in this relationship as we are. We do everything together, all three of us. I couldn't imagine my life without you. Neither of us could." Cris leaned down and hugged Neymar as best he could, Leo right behind him.
"Okay." Neymar smiled, his heart felt warm.
"We need to transport him now." The paramedic spoke from inside the rig.
"Okay. Leo you go with him. I'll meet you guys at the hospital." Cris gave Neymar one last squeeze before heading to get his keys.
Leo climbed into the ambulance after Neymar was loaded in, sitting close to him and holding his hand.
"Let's go!" The rig began to move and they were on their way.