You Before Me |Neymar Jr.|

Bonus 3

^ Idk why but this song and music video just reminded me of Natalia and Neymar's relationship ;)

Natalia's POV

"Neymar! Hurry up!" I shouted, rushing down the stairs with my suitcase. "Oh shit," I mumbled as I missed the last step, nearly tripping on my own foot. 

"What time does our flight leave?" Neymar asked, popping his head out of the room. 

"In 3 hours," I replied, looking down at my phone. 

"What?"

"Boarding is at 5:45," I say, looking up at the top of the stairs. 

"Fuck," he mumbled, disappearing into his room. 

Well that was weird. 

I hurry up to his room, only to find him throwing clothes onto his bed. 

"You didn't pack yet?" I asked in disbelief. 

"Um, no not really," he mumbled, his eyes drifting to the dresser. Odd. 

"Ney, you booked the tickets how did you not know when the flight was boarding."

"I don't know," he groaned making me chuckle. 

"I'll help," I sighed, disappearing into his wardrobe. 

"That's why I love you," he grinned, tugging on my ponytail gently. 

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My tires screeched as I parked the car in the private parking. We hurried to get the luggage out and into the airport. 

"Hello, sorry for being late," I said, flashing the pilot the brightest smile i could muster. 

"Oh no, you're not late at all don't worry. Flight's been delayed 10 minutes," he reassured. 

"Phew," Neymar breathed, plopping into the spacious seat. I would never get used to travelling in a privet jet. 

"I'm so tired," I laughed.

"Same, being late makes you stress-tired," Neymar chuckled. 

"Wait," I said, sitting up. "You never told me where we're going. The ticket didn't mention the destination either."

"It's a surprise querida," he said, draping his arm over my shoulders, a lazy smile gracing his face. I narrowed my eyes at him and poked his nose. 

"Ew," I yelped when he grabbed my finger between his teeth. He smiled mischievously before peppering my face with kisses, leaving me in a a fit of giggles. 

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"You brought me to Rio?!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide as I stared at the welcome sign. 

"No, I brought you to Timbuktu," he said rolling his eyes. I glared at him, punching his shoulder. 

"You suck," I mumbled, lifting the handle of my suitcase. 

"Let's go, my mom's waiting in the parking lot."

"Huh?" I stood there dumbly, my mouth hanging open. 

"Do you need me to pick you up?" he asked, turning to look back at me with an eyebrow raised.

I grumbled under my breath, hurrying after him. The underground parking lot echoed with the sound of the wheels of our suitcases rolling over the tar. 

"There's my favorite Princesa," Neymar's mother grinned, pulling me into a warm hug. I hadn't seen her in 2 months since my birthday. She was beginning to turn into a motherly figure for me and I honestly didn't know how to feel about that.