Cold Shoulders PART IIII (request)
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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.
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.
"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.
"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.
"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.
"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.
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.
"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.
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.
"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.
"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.
