Apart | Neymar Jr.

Dezessete.

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Hero - Enrique Iglesias

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Erik's POV

I wrap a towel rather loose around my torso as I step out of the shower, almost strumbling over the bunch of my clothes that are lying on the blue, fluffy carpet on the floor. Sighing deeply, I pick them up and exit the bathroom, making my way to my sleeping room at the other end of the giant hotel suite.

The whole appartment lies in silence as if not a single person would be in it. Well Marco really isn't there, he went to buy snacks for the Fifa and movie night we are going to have today but Mats should be here.

"Mats?" I exclaim but don't get an answer.

I shrug my shoulders and yawn before opening the fridge and taking out a delicious can of beer.

I can always change afterwards.

All of a sudden the front door opens, causing me to almost get a heart attack.

"Jesus Marco, you scared the living hell out of me" I laugh as I enter the livingroom only to see Mats carrying Ally to the couch and lying her down softly and carefully.

"Ally" I breath as the worst images of Ally being hit by a car and losing the baby run through my head.

What has Neymar freaking done?!

"Is she unconcious? Call the ambulance Mats!" I yell as I kneel down infront of the couch, stroking Ally's cheek softly.

"Don't worry mate, she's just exhausted and sleeping"

I feel a slight feeling of relief even though Ally seems anything than completely healthy and fine at the moment.

"What happened?" I whisper as Mats hands me a blanket to cover her in.

Mats hesitates at first and then clears his throat rather awkwardly.

"I don't know"

"Come on Mats, you don't have to lie to me" I plea and look at him with puppy eyes.

Let's just say, I am pretty good at looking adorable and since Mats treats me like his younger brother the chances of him telling the truth are not that bad.

"Listen Erik, it wouldn't be such a good idea to-"

"Why am I here?"

The angelic voice cuts off Mats sentence just as he is about to spill the truth.

"Ally" I breath and bend down to hug her tightly.

"You are here because... you know," Mats says and sighs as Ally looks at him questioningly, "you and Neymar argued and... yeah"

I have the sudden urge to drive to Neymar's immediately and tell the bastard how to treat the mother of his child right. And maybe punch that stupid face of his. And break his nose.

Tears wall up in Ally's eyes as Mats spoke and she turns away, trying to not let it show. I open my mouth to tell her how amazing she is and that she doesn't need such an asshole like Neymar but she slowly gets up just as I am about to hug her again.

"I need the toilet"

Mats simply nods and I still kneel on the ground. Ally makes her way through the giant livingroom rather slowly, her hands placed on her slightly showing bump. Just as Mats and I hear the bathroom shutting behind her, I immediately face my best friend.

"What happened?"

Mats sighs deeply as if it would be too hard and painful to enlighten me but as I glance at him with pleading eyes he nods.