Chapter Eleven

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I turned to the door, opened it, and was about to step out before I heard his familiar deep voice.

"Hayley. Wait"


~~.~~

I felt his hand grab my wrist, and the familiar butterflies returned. His touch had such a strong control on my body.

He turned me around and had a desperate look on his face. "Hayley, just stay, please"

"Why should I?" I exclaimed burying my face with my hands, "You're so confusing. I don't understand you, I don't understand this." I said, referring to what was our relationship. Or, if you would even call it that. I had no idea.

"Come on. I invited you here for dinner, I want you here" he said desperately.

"No. It's fine Neymar, I think I've gotten the hint." I said turning away from him.

He doesn't want me here, he has a girlfriend. I desperately wanted this conversation to be over, I felt sick. And hearing about whatever is going on. I just can't. I can't take any more damage, I mean from Zayn to this. It's too much. Especially within this two day time period. I mean this is crazy, it really is.

If only it could be simple.

"The hint? No, no, you don't understand. It i-isn't like that Hayley" He said breathlessly.

I could assume from that he was talking about him and Bruna, but I knew all I wanted to know. Their relationship has to be put before whatever Neymar and I have. Not sure what that is. But they love each other.

"Then what is it like?" I paused. "Actually, sorry no Neymar, don't answer that" I said, not wanting to know about his and Bruna's relationship. I didn't want to know if he had lied to me, and cheated on her. Or, if they'd gotten back together.

"This is too complicated for both of us, it's too much. Let's- let's just be f- friends" I blurted out.

"Friends?" He paused, he looked like he had to really think about his answer.

"Friends" I said, as calmly as I could, running my hands through my hair.

"Ok. Friends"

~~.~~

I left shortly after Neymar and I had become friends. We said goodbye to each other, not sure when I'd see him again, or if I even would. I didn't know. How could I?

Things I did know, that I liked being around him, and talking to him. That I've never felt the way I do with anyone else, and that he had a girlfriend, Bruna, who I had just shared a captivating dinner with.

I got into my car, and checked my phone, and saw hundreds of messages, from friends and family. People I hadn't heard from since highschool were messaging about-

Neymar.

The photos that were taken of Neymar and I walking out of the club.

Oh. Shit.

My best friend from home, Ross, was calling me. I answered shortly.

"Hayley! Oh my god" he exclaimed, "Neymar Jr???? You are insane"

I laughed a bit.

"What happened to Zayn?" He said curiously, which then reminded me I hadn't told any of them. That stuff that had happened with Zayn felt like so long ago, I mean, we had already sorted it out. I had moved out, never to see him again.

"Well. Look Ross. I should've told you, but after it happened I was too upset. And then Neymar happened, and I didn't have time!" I exclaimed.

"What happened?" He paused before continuing, "What did Zayn do? What happened?"

I had to let it out. I took a deep breath in before beginning to tell him.

"He cheated on me"

"He WHAT?" he screamed loudly, in shock.

I started laughing again. Why did I find this so funny? That is the question I was constantly wondering. Honestly, It felt good to laugh about it. I hated the vulnerability that I now had. So if laughing about it makes me feel better, then I would do that, until I couldn't anymore.

"Hayley- are you laughing"

"It makes me feel better about it, about all of it"

I'm going to kill him. You know that I never liked that guy" he said.

"No, no. Ross. Before you do anything rash. It's all sorted out. I moved out today, I am moving to another rental apartment. I loved him, but-"

"You should come home"

"No, ross. Really. I'm fine" I lied.

"I miss you so much, Hayls. And I care about you, we all care about you" he said, probably referring to my family. He was very close with them, since we had been friends since childhood. It was nice always knowing I had him, but I just moved here.

"I know Ross. I care about you so much too. But I just moved to São Paulo, 6 months ago. I have to see it through. I have a job here. I don't want to just have to go home, back to my parents. I can't do that Ross. I can't" I exclaimed, feeling hot tears running down my face.

I had gotten myself into a real mess, down here.

"Okay, okay. But I am getting on the next flight down there. I have to see you. And take all your pain away" He said, and I responded by laughing.

"Thank you" I said, wiping the salty tears off my face. I took in a big breath of air and slowly exhaled, calming my body down.

~~.~~

Ross and I continued to chat and laugh after this. He always had a way at distracting me from things that upset me. Like we didn't have to talk or think about what was going on. I always loved this about Ross. We just talked about life, I told him about some of my patients and he told me about his girlfriend, Prim.

"Hayley" he said using his serious voice, "You have to tell your parents at least"

"No. Ross please. I'm not ready"

"Okay. But please tell them soon" he paused, "or I'll convince you when I'm down there"

We both laughed.

"But she will see the photos, of you and Neymar. I can't believe you and Neymar Jr"

"Yeah, me too" I laughed, "you know I didn't even recognise him at first. But there's a story for another time"

"I can't wait to hear about that. I'll see you tomorrow Hayley, will you grab me from the airport?"

"Yes, of course" I had arrived to the hotel that I was staying at, when I got to my room, Ross and I hung up the phone.

And I was about to fall asleep, when I heard a buzzing noise come from my phone. It must be my mother, saying goodnight, forgetting about our small time difference.

I checked it, but it wasn't from my mother.

It was from Neymar.


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