Imagine #155 Let’s pretend (Pt.12- end)
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I was finally inside, that was it. I had to talk to Neymar, I had to admit my feelings to him either he wanted or not.
“(y/n)?” I heard Mascherano behind me as I was running.
“Oh, the game didn’t start yet?” I asked confused.
“Well not yet, but it will in about 4 minutes. You looking for Neymar?”
“Yes, do you know where he is?”
“He should be in the changing room, come.” He said as I walked behind him.
Once we came there was many people walking around getting everything ready and helping the team.
“Ney, (y/n) is here.” I heard Masche once he opened the door, and all of the players started walking out.
“What are you doing here?” he asked once he was in front of me. His face was confused, shocked and it seemed serious. How I missed those eyes, I wanted to hug him, but it didn’t seem like he would enjoy it.
“Is your father okay?” he asked before I could continue.
“Yes, he is fine. I came because I need you to kno…”
“Neymar, c’mon we have to go!” I heard Iniesta shout behind Neymar.
“I need to go, now.” He said as he ran away.
He did not even see I was wearing his jersey, it seemed like he did not even care that I came. I could not tell him my feelings, because the game was about to start. Therefore, I decided to wait until the end of the first half in the stands where I sit last time.
“What are you doing here?” Joana smiled happily, as he noticed me walk inside.
“Oh thank God you are here.” I said as I hugged her, because I felt stupid being alone next to Antonella and other wags, “I came to talk to Neymar.”
“I heard about you leaving?”
“Yeah well my father is in the hospital, but he is getting better. And just yesterday I got a letter that a modeling agency wants me so I will sta in Spain and start working.”
“I am so happy for you! So you came to talk to Neymar to finish the plan you two had?”
“Um something like that. Exept this time I don’t want to plan this relationship, I want it real.” I said as I looked at Neymar who walked on the pitch.
“You are so cute. I hope you get him, I heard from Dani that he didn’t have a girl since Bruna, which was more than a year ago.”
“I hope he will let me be next to him.”
“I knew you had feeling for him, but you tried to deny it so hard the last time we were here.” She laughed making me embarrassed.
“Yeah, I hated him so much, but I seriously did. Then once I had to pass all this time with him I realized I was wrong about him.”
Then the game started and I was so excited to watch the famous El Clasico in real life not on the screen, but there in front of me with my own eyes looking around.
Neymar was playing good, but he didn’t managed to score a goal. It was a hard game, the players were all frustrated and angry at each other it was scary at some point, when Neymar got tackled by Pepe.
He was rolling around in pain; I was so scared he might injured himself badly.
“He will be fine.” Suddenly I heard Antonella behind me as she smiled kindly, “it’s El Clasico, there will be many of this moments.” She said as Neymar finally got up.
“I guess…” I said as she introduced herself, “I’m Antonella, Lionel’s girlfriend.”
“I know who you are,” I smiled, “I’m (y/n).”
“Neymar’s girlfriend I suppose by your jersey.”
“Oh no. I am, I mean… let’s say it’s a complicate friendship we have.” I smiled not even understanding myself.
“I see,” she laughed confused, “but I hope you manage to get out of this status and work things out.” she smiled and then walked back as Thiago walked away.
Finally the 45th minute was over and the players walked to get inside their changing rooms. It was my time, I had to talk with Neymar so I ran downstairs to get to him, but Luis Enrique closed the door and I could not get inside, while he was encouraging the team.
I waited outside until finally after ten minutes Luis walked out leaving the team. I knocked on the door and looked inside.
“Oh look who is it! (y/n)!” I heard Rafinha, who walked to me as I was looking around for Neymar.
“Hey, how are you?” he asked as he hugged me.
“I’m good, can you call Neymar please.” I said and so he did.
“Ney, she wants to talk with you.” I heard him and not long after that, Neymar came closing the door.
“What’s wrong?” he was even more frustrated than before.
“Neymar I’m not leaving. I want you.” I said and looked at him with hope in my eyes, waiting for an answer that would put a smile on my face.
“Neymar, say something.” I said as I felt sick and stupid standing there.
“I, (y/n) not now. I can’t deal with this now. We have an important game and I need to focus, I just can’t talk about this now.” He said and then walked away, as if I was no one.
He left me there. Alone in silence.
I was shocked, but I was feeling as if there was no point to stay there. If he wanted me, he would say so. I guess what I felt between us he didn’t. I confused the lie with the reality, he knew this all along, and he even told me that.
I was a fool for believing that there might be something between us. Therefore, I decided to leave and go back home, and cry, as my heart was broken once again.
“You are back already? How did it go?” my best friend asked once I walked inside.
I didn’t say anything I just burst in to tears that I kept inside of me the entire ride home as she hugged me, knowing the answer by my reaction.
“Oh babe, don’t cry.” My other friend walked to me and caressed my back.
“He did not even say a fucking word, he stood there as if I was not important.” I said crying and then sit on the sofa in the middle of the two of them.
“I told him I won’t leave anymore and that I want him… All he said was that he can’t talk about this now… he could’ve just said no (y/n) I don’t want to be with you, sorry… not finding stupid excuses like this.”
“Maybe he wanted to talk about it after the game; you more than all of us know how much El Clasico means to footballers.”
“Yeah, but after all I did to get to him, a normal answer would be enough.” I said and then walked in the bathroom since I wanted to be left alone and clean my face from makeup.
I got under the shower, feeling like shit. I was upset, I didn’t imagine that would have been his reaction, I had hope and this devastated me.
I walked inside the room and in my bed. I noticed that people were posting how Barcelona lost. I felt even worse. I knew Neymar was probably angry so I guess it was better that I left earlier.
I was about to fall asleep when I got a phone call, Neymar.
“Didn’t you want to talk?”
“You made your point Neymar, there’s no need anymore. Goodnight.” I said and then hung up, angry at him and annoyed.
I was sleeping when I suddenly heard a music that woke me up, it was a song I heard before, it was an Italian song “Nessun grado di separazione”
There’s no degree of separation
I gave less space to the heart and more to reason
Always a step back and with my soul on alert
And I watched the world from a door
That was never completely open
I opened the window and looked outside as I noticed Neymar leaning on his car.
And no, there’s no hesitation, finally, inside me
There isn’t any division between us any longer
We’re a single direction in this world that moves.
A smile appeared on my face as he was showing me some signs with the translation written on them. I immediately ran downstairs, while I heard people from the street shouting annoyed for the loud music.
“Hey,” he said once I walked in front of him.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to give you an answer.” He said smiling as he grabbed my hand slowly pulled in his arms, as he rested his hand around my waist.
“I was trying to focus on the game before, but we lost either way. I was angry about it and I was upset, but something deep inside of me was not as upset as I wanted to be.”
“The thought of your words. I couldn’t stop thinking about those three words you said to me.”
“So here I am, after fighting myself to keep you safe and leave you out of my world, I lost the fight.”
“I’m glad you did.” I said as I leaned closer and he finally kissed me. It felt like it was the first time, I was happy, I felt different, and it was a real kiss with real feelings.
“I knew you would fall for me, it was just matter of time.” he joked as he hugged me tightly.
“Oh shut up.” I said and then felt his lips on my head as he kissed me.
“Awwwwww!!” I suddenly heard from the window noticing my two friends spying on us.
“Want to come to my house?” he then asked as I nod my head and walked inside his car.
The entire road to his house he kept his hand on my tight, as if I was about to run away, I was so happy to be with him.
We walked inside and then walked in his room as it was already midnight and I was already sleeping once he came over.
“Tell me what happened that you came back.” He said once he got in just his shorts, shirtless next to me in the bed as I rested my head on his chest.
“Well I got a job as a model.” I said, as he laughed surprised, “what?”
“You used me to get a job didn’t you?” he joked laughing.
“Oh no, you found out!” I played along.
“I’m happy you did, you really were good last time. Plus you are not so bad looking.” He smiled messing with me and then kissed my lips.
“You are such an ass.” I smiled back.
“You know what I realized, we don’t have to plan anything, I mean we are a real couple at this point.”
“I guess so.” I smiled shy at the thought of him being my real boyfriend.
“Let me captured this moment.” He said as he pulled out his phone and posted a photo of us resting on Snapchat and captioned “Realxing”
“You know what I want a photo of us,” I said and then also took a photo with him kissing my cheek.
I decided to post it on Instagram once he walked out of bed to the bathroom.
“We’re a single direction in this world that moves <3” it was a quote from the song he played for me, our song.
Then he walked back and since he took his phone to the bathroom, he came back smiling and jumped on the bed and kissed my lips, “will this be our song then?”
“Yes,” I said and kissed him passionately.
“Thank you, for letting me inside.” He suddenly said.
“To the real you.” he said and kissed me once again as we then fell asleep wrapped in to each other’s arms.
