You Before Me |Neymar Jr.|

Chapter 43

Natalia's POV

"What do you mean you're not my official body guard anymore?" Neymar asked, looking absolutely bewildered.

"I've technically been fired. I don't have my gun anymore so I can't really protect you," I explained.

"But how did that happen?" Tuchel asked, rubbing his forehead.

"Um, I honestly have no idea. This past month has been crazy."

"Then what do we do about the flower petal thingy?" Neymar questioned.

"I'll still be here with you and I'll look into it but Marcos (the other bodyguard) will take over."

The two were silent, processing the information.

"But you won't leave right?"

"No, no, of course not. They can't force me to leave because it's my house."

"Good."

"Now let's discuss tomorrows plan for the Charity Ball," Tuchel said.

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The next day...

"Why didn't you tell me what happened with your dad?" Neymar asked as we hurried to get ready for the ball.

"I didn't believe it myself. I wanted to come to terms with it before I told anyone."

"Oh," he nodded, seemingly deep in thought.

"Don't stress about it," I said, taking the tie he was fumbling with. It had become a tradition for me to tie his tie since he could never get it right. My cheeks burned under his gaze. I hated being the center of attention but with Neymar, he always made me feel special.

"Ok done, let's go-"

"Not yet," he interrupted pulling me back by my elbow.

"You look beautiful. Dark blue really suits you," he smirked, knowing I was uncomfortable.

"Stop," I laughed, slapping his shoulder.

"No seriously, you'll be turning heads," he complimented, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Why thank you kind sir," I mocked, grinning like a little girl.

"Natalia," he started, suddenly becoming nervous. My heart beat sped up as I anticipated what he was going to say.

"I really like you," he began, pausing as a blush spread across his cheeks.

"I like me too," I teased, squishing his cheeks.

"Talia stof it. I'm trying to tell you somping," he struggled to talk as I kept mushing his cheeks. I was sort of scared of what he was going to say.

"Ok, ok, sorry."

"I really like you. You're smart, beautiful, caring, and not to mention really badass. Everytime I look at you it's like my breathing stops. You make me feel things I've never felt before like I get all tingly and my stomach feels like there's spiders in it. I can't even describe it. I know I sound insane but you make me feel different," he said, grasping my hands in his.

I stared at him, not knowing what to say. I felt something cool trickle down the side of my face and then I realized it was a tear. Neymar suddenly became concerned.

"Hey why are you crying? Ok forget whatever I just said."

He seemed to be very panicked about why I was crying and became flustered.