Cold Shoulders PART IIII (request)
You shook your head from the shocking sight. Why was Neymar with Gabriella? You weren’t sure of what to think. You wanted an explanation from Neymar himself.
“Can you drive back?” You asked the cab driver.
He nodded in the rear view mirror. The car turned and you were heading back home.
“What are they both doing together?” You asked yourself.
Last time you checked, Gabriella was pregnant from some random guy at the club. Why was Neymar with her? You thought it out, trying to put the puzzle together.
“Turn here.” You prompted
It wasn’t long until you arrived home. You gave the driver his fare and walked into the house. You dropped your purse to the floor and sauntered to the bathroom, slowly creaking the door open.
You looked yourself in the mirror. Your eyes showed fear, your mind filled with thoughts; that bounced wishing the walls of your brain.
Put the pieces together.
A voice in your head echoed. You thought about the pieces that were scattered in your head. Neymar not wanting to conceive a child right now, your pregnant friend, Neymar not wanting you to see her; and finally seeing them at the doctor’s together. It all made sense now. You knew exactly what was going on. But you weren’t sure if it was true. You suddenly felt weak and stressed. You sprinkled some cold water on your face and went to lay on the sofa.
“Y/n I’m home.” Neymar yelled, as he walked in.
You turned to look over the sofa, and rested your head on your finger tips. “We need to talk.”
“About what?” He smiled, pulling off his jacket.
“Just sit.” You ordered.
“Babe you okay?” He asked taking a seat beside you.
“Where were you?” You blurted.
“What?” He furrows his brows.
“Let me make myself clear, where did you go?” You shot back.
“I was getting my physical cleared up at the medical office.” His voice laced with a slight lie.
“Why are you asking? I told you before I left.” He chuckled.
“Just making sure.” You laughed sarcastically.
“Okay….” He dragged.
“Do you want anything to eat?” He asked, standing up to get something from the kitchen.
“I’m fine.” You sighed, biting your nails nervously.
You knew Neymar was hiding something. He didn’t seem like himself. He seemed a bit nervous, and always avoiding you when it came to these questions. But you had a plan. A plan that would result in both of you getting hurt. But it would make up for Neymar hurting you first.
“Neymar.” You said aloud.
“I’m listening.” He replied, continuing to fix him a plate of fruit.
You followed him into the kitchen. And looked over his shoulder. He was cutting the fruit into perfect pieces that fit to plate perfectly. Kinda like the pieces you put together, after seeing him with Gabriella.
“Are there any flights going to Brazil?” You asked.
“I don’t know, you’d have to call the airlines.” He replied.
He set the knife down and turned to face you. “Are you homesick?” He laughed.
“I want to make a spontaneous trip, I want a flight to Brazil later tonight.” You asked.
“You’re joking right?” He shook his head.
“I’m serious.” You replied.
“How the hell am I going to get you a flight to Brazil this late.” He yelled.
“You’re Neymar Jr. That’s how.” You laughed, kissing his neck reluctantly.
This was all part of your plan. So far it was going perfectly.
“I’ll go with you, since we’re off a week. A spontaneous trip would be nice.” He smiled.
“No.” you blurted.
“You’re not going to Brazil alone.” He laughed, throwing his head back.
“Yes I am, it’s for a good reason.” You stated.
“And that reason would be?” He asked, as he dialed the airline company’s number.
“I just need a break from Barcelona, from living here, it’s all a bit too much at the moment.” You lied.
In fact you didn’t need a break from Barcelona, or the lifestyle. You needed a break from Neymar. He wasn’t making the relationship worth the stay. After you saw him with Gabriella, you knew something bad was why he was there. You just didn’t know it yet.
“How long?” He asked.
“I don’t know, but I’ll be back soon.” You lied.
He nodded and spoke through the phone. You saw him walk towards the counter and say on top. You heard him booking a flight. Your plan was sure to work. It would be the temporary bandage to your soon to be broken heart.
“Alright you’re set to go.” He smiled.
“Really?” You said surprised.
“Really? Don’t you mean thank you.” He giggled, holding his arms out.
You shook your head trying to not think about the possible bad he had done behind your back. But you hesitantly ran to hug him. You thought to yourself, how could someone so genuine and kind like Neymar; do something so risky.
“I guess I should go pack now.” You sighed, ripping away from him.
“I’ll help you.” He offered, placing his hand on your lower back.
The next few hours were spent packing all the clothes you had. You had to leave a few belongings to have your plan go smooth.
“You’re sure taking a shit load of clothes babe.” He shook his head, folding a barca hoodie.
“Is that the hoodie you first gave me, when we started dating…” You smiled shyly.
“Yeah, it’s as if I gave it to you just yesterday.” He gleamed.
You finished the last of the packing and tried zipping the suitcase. But it wouldn’t budge.
“Sit on it.” He ordered.
You sat on the suitcase while Neymar tried zipping it closed.
“Babe gain more muscle, you’re light as hell.” He grunted, pressing his lips together.
“I’ll do that later.” You laughed.
“Damn your flight leaves in an hour.” Neymar sighed, looking at the clock.
“I should get ready..” You mentioned.
“I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready.” He kisses your cheek and headed downstairs.
“Cya in a few, or never from here on out.” You muttered.
You headed to the bathroom and slipped your clothes off, letting them pool to the floor. You stepped into the tub and turned on the hot shower. Your eyes were teary with droplets running down your cheek, just like the ones on your skin. In a few moments you saw something coming up. And it wasn’t a good thing. But it was for the best. After you finished showering, you put on some comfy clothes for the flight. You wore your hair in a bun and wore little makeup.
“Alright you ready yet?” Neymar yelled.
“I’ll be there in a sec.” You yelled back.
You walked downstairs and met Neymar sitting on the sofa. He turned the t.v off and shifted to face you. You walked over to take a seat next to him.
“You seem nervous.” Neymar cooed, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“I am.” You sighed.
“W-what’s wrong?” He stuttered.
“Baby this is so hard to say…” You cried.
“Y/n are you okay?” He asked cupping your face.
“I was, until yesterday.” You whimpered, you pulled his hands away.
“Y/n what the hell is going on? Did someone do something to you? Was it that bitch Of a friend?” He snapped.
He was right. It was Gabriella. But it was also him. You finally figured why he was her at the doctor’s. But you wanted to hear it from his mouth. With his own words.
“Where were you earlier today?” You asked.
“Are we still going to talk about this?” He chuckled.
“Don’t make me say it aloud, let me at least hear it coming from your mouth.” Your cried.
“What are you talking about? Are we really going to do this again?” He snapped.
“Please Neymar, this isn’t as easy you think.” You sighed.
“What do you want from me? I’ve apologized to you twice, I’ve gotten you a last minute Plane ticket, I’ve helped you packed, what else so you want?” He snapped.
“I wanna know where you were..” You ordered.
You stood up and dropped your hands to your sides. “Answer me.”
“You want to know the truth?” He sighed. His leg bobbed up and down.
You nodded. You were ready to hear what he had to say. Neymar closed his hands together and placed them over his mouth.
“Gabriella.” He blurted.
You shook your head trying not to think of the lethal things he’d say next.
“I was with Gabriella.” He closed his eyes, looking regretful as ever.
“Why were you with her?” You asked the question that would lead to your answers.
“We were at the doctor’s office for an ultrasound.. Because I’m the one who caused her to be.” He looked away, embarrassed from his words.
“That’s all I wanted to hear.” You closed your eyes.
“Save it.” You shot back.
“I’m leaving.” You snapped.
You headed over to grab your luggage, but Neymar ran and stopped you.
“What are you-”
“You have the nerve to still talk to me.” You gritted with your teeth.
You paused before Neymar. Your eyes began to drip and your lip quivered.
“You got my best friend pregnant. What about me? What about the time I asked you for a child?” You swallowed.
“I can explain-”
“This whole time you were to busy to have a child with me, because you were occupied banging my best friend.” You yelled.
“This whole time I thought it was my fault, you made me feel like it was my fault. Like I’m the one who rushed things. But I didn’t, I just it started too late. Too late to conceive a baby with my boyfriend, because he had already done so with someone else.” You listed.
Neymar stood with nothing to say. He shook his head and attempted to cup your face.
“Don’t touch me.” You cried.
You wiped your tears and tried to grasp your luggage. Neymar tried stopping you, but you pushed him aside.
“You’re just going to leave me?” He cried.
You ignored him and made your way to the door. You opened it and stepped out.
“So the ticket was to leave for good, you knew this was going to happen.” He cried.
“You left me long before I did.” You cried.
“Don’t leave baby, I’m sorry.” He cried.
“You left me when you gave me the cold shoulders.” You cried, slamming the door shut.
PS: I don’t think is a good one but please tell me if you like it or not and feel free to request any imagines :)
You were so happy to finally spend some relaxing time with your boyfriend Neymar and have him just for yourself and not sharing him with football since he had a Christmas break.
You two decided not go too far away because you didn’t want him to spend money for both of you and you insisted to buy a ticket for yourself with your own money. You found a nice wellness & spa place to go in Brazil, even if you weren’t from there you decided to go there, because you knew he would be spending most of his holidays in Brazil to be with his family and friends.
You spent the entire last few months working plus hours so you could make enough money to get a ticket for Brazil and the Wellness.
Finally, after 4 days that you left Neymar alone in Brazil to spend his time with his friends without you being a problem for them you arrived in Sao Paolo to leave for 3 days with him.
You two were at his place packing an after checking your suitcases twice you went in the car and drove for 2 hours and finally came to the Wellness you reserved. It was not one of those amazingly expansive and luxury places, since you couldn’t afford it, but Neymar was totally okay with that even though you were a little bit embarrassed because you couldn’t afford more than 4 star worth wellness places.
“Amor, you okay?” Neymar said as you two were waiting in the line in front of the reception.
“Yeah, I just hope you are fine with this place, I mean you could afford much more than this, but because of me you are stuck here.”
“(y/n) as long as I can spend time with you, I don’t care where I am, plus I like it, it doesn’t seem bad.” He said as he kissed a side of your head.
After getting your room in the sixth floor and entered inside you looked around. It was a really nice and cute silver room. It wasn’t big, it had just a big bed, a table, a sofa and a plasma TV, with a nice bathroom.
Neymar sit on the side of the bed throwing his beg on the ground. You were still walking around the room checking everything out, as you were about to go pass Neymar he took your hand and stopped you making you stand between his legs.
“Stop it. I love it.” He said and pulled you falling both on the bed.
“Hmm… I just hope you won’t regret this few days here.” You said really close to his face staring in his eyes as he was smiling.
“Enough (y/n)” he said as he kissed you and you smiled kissing him back. You moved on your side of the bed and he was on his side, you two both were staring at the ceiling.
“I think we should go in the pool, they have a big place where there are loads of different pools, I would love to go see it.” You said looking at him.
He looked back at you and suddenly got on top of you and started kissing you passionately; you totally knew what his plans were.
“What if we stay here and do other things?” He said as he stopped the kiss with a grin on his face.
“Mhm, like what?” You said sarcastically.
“Something we both love doing and I’ve missed for the last two weeks.” He said as se got his hand under your shirt and tried to undress you while kissing you.
“Ney, not now.” You said as you stopped the kiss and moved his hand and got up from the bed, moving him away from you, laughing at him laying upset for leaving him like that in this situation.
“C’mon let’s go!” you said as you took your bikini and walked in the bathroom to change.
When you two were finally ready to go to the pool in just your bathrobe, you walked together inside the pool noticing there was already many people. Mostly families with kids.
When you two found two free deckchairs you took off your bathrobe and immediately heard Neymar commenting, “God (y/n). Why are you torturing me?”
You laughed at him even if you didn’t do it on purpose you loved teasing him. He put his hand on your hip almost on your ass and walked with you to the stairs that lead to the biggest pool. The water was nice and you two had no problem going inside because it was not cold.
You two were walking around in the pool and at the end, he sit on the floor while you were still inside the water between his legs.
“I can’t even see you like this, between my legs…,” he said rolling his eyes.
“Can you stop being so needy and perverted” you said laughing at him knowing that you were torturing him as you had your hand on his thighs.
He moved his had closer to yours and kissed you “Than stop playing or I’ll take you in the wardrobe and…” he whispered in your ear but suddenly stopped as someone tapped him on his shoulder.
“Yeah?” He said as he turned around and noticed a man with his son smiling at him, wanting to take a picture.
Neymar of course agreed and once people noticed that, someone was taking a picture with him they all recognized him and stared. You were dating Neymar for 7 months and you were already around magazines and stuff, but since you weren’t famous people didn’t stop you on the street or recognized you.
After he took a few more photos for about seven other fans, he got back inside the pool to you.
“Sorry amor.” He said as he hugged you around your hips.
“It’s okay, I like seeing people happy after you took a photo with them.” You smiled as you moved to kiss him on the cheek. Of course, you noticed that people were now staring at you two and taking pictures.
You two were hugging like that for a few more minutes but then you decided to go back to your room since you wanted to be alone with your boyfriend, without people staring at every move you made.
“What are you doing?” Neymar laughed as he saw you looking around the hotel like you were some kind of a thief trying to get safe outside.
“I don’t want anyone to see where our room is.” You said as you ran inside the elevator with Neymar laughing even more as he heard you, but walking slowly so you took his hand and dragged him inside faster.
“God I love how crazy you get sometimes.” He said smiling as he got his hand around your arm and walked out of the elevator and back in your room.
Just as you, two walked inside the room he walked to the little table to check his phone while you were behind his back. You decided to make him happy so you silently took off your swimsuit and hugged him from the back naked.
“Ohh, who is needy now? Wanna play?” He said as he moved around and lifted you up making you cross your legs around his hips laughing.
“Hmm, maybe.” You said as you started kissing his neck while he sit on the bed and you pushed him so he laid on the bed staring at you sitting on his stomach.
“But you will have to be quiet, so they won’t hear where our room is.” He teased you as you rolled your eyes and kissed him passionately.