Ross and I spent the day going through São Paulo's popular museums,shops, and I showed him my favourite place to eat, a pizza restaurant, where I used to go with Zayn.

Ross helped me move to my new apartment, which proved to be quite spacious. It had two bedrooms, bathroom, living room and kitchen. I could see myself settling in here just fine.

"Hayley. Are you sure about this place?"

"Yes I like it. Do you not like it?"

"No no. I mean it's very nice and comfortable, but you are all alone here. And don't put up a barrier to me, you know you can't, I know you too well"

"Ross. Honestly, this place, I love it"

"But. I can't stand the thought, that after I go back home you will be here all alone. But, I haven't booked any flights yet, don't worry"

"Yes but-"

"Like, last week, I could stand that you were here, so far away from your life, from me. And you were with Zayn, a guy I didn't even like by the way, but atleast you weren't like this. By yourself"

Hearing Ross saying this made me feel sort of lonely. But I didn't mind being alone and independent. I wasn't bothered that I would be living in São Paulo by myself, I had work friends, and I could make more. If I knew anything it is that I am definitely not ever moving in with my parents again, I have way too much pride for that.

"Come on. I'm an adult. I can handle living by myself"

"I don't know..."

"I can"

"You know I just want what is best for you"

"I know. I can handle myself though. You don't need to be my parent"

"You know... I always loved parenting you when we were growing up"

I pushed him playfully, and he acted fake injured and chuckled a bit.

"Ok come on. Let's get ready for Neymar's. He said it's 8... and now it's" I said checking my watch, "it's 657"

~~.~~

We were both ready for Neymar's by 745, which gave us 15 minutes until we were supposed to be there. I wore a small white tight knit top, paired with a short dark blue skirt, which I thought was party appropriate. Ross wore jeans and a bright patterned t-shirt, with some sunglasses. I took a photo of both of us, and sent it to my mum, and some friends from home, to let them know I was having fun.

And they were still yet to know about what happened with Zayn. They had no idea what had been happening in my life.

"Wanna drive?" I asked Ross cheerfully.

"Hayley. Letting someone else drive? Who are you?" He said teasing me, I laughed in response.

On the car drive we talked about our work, he told me about how his friends were going. And soon enough we were back at the front of Neymar's house.

"Shit. This place is fucking huge" Ross exclaimed.

There were hundreds of people in his lawn and even more in the backyard, from what I could tell.

Yeah right. A small get together. Funny Neymar.

"Holy shit. I thought you said it was a small get together"

"I did say that, didn't I...."

"Ah. Whatever. This'll be fun. Let's just get drunk and wash everything away"

"That sounds like exactly what I need"

~~.~~

We entered his house, and I swore this was the most people I had ever seen in one place at one time. There were that many people.

All of the girls were so gorgeous, they wore these tiny bikinis and short skirts. And the men wore similar to what Ross was wearing; and oh boy there were a lot of good looking guys here. None compared to him though.....

I couldn't see Neymar, I looked everywhere I could but- nothing. It was his party, and where was he?

"Let's go get drinks" Ross said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me along with him.

We ordered shots from the barman. I noticed a bunch of people in Neymar's pool, and I started wishing that he had told me to bring swimmers, since it was really hot in here.

As I took back a couple shots of vodka, the familiar feeling of it travelling down my throat felt so good.

"I honestly don't think there is anything that can top that feeling" I said to Ross, and he nodded, and opened his mouth to say something, but stopped, looking at something behind me intently.

"Ross?" I said confused

I finally turned around to see Neymar. He looked so good. He was wearing a black hat, with a small logo on the front, with a pair of blue shorts and he was shirtless.

"Hayley" He said hugging me, he smelt great. I hugged him back.

"I am happy to see you"

"I am happy to see you too" I responded pulling myself away from his chest.

"Your friend" he turned to Ross and put out his hand for him to shake it.

"I'm Ross. I take it your Neymar. Nice to meet you" he said, introducing himself and shaking his hand.

"Didn't realise your best friend would be a guy" Neymar said sort of angrily turning to me, but I figured he meant it more like a question. I didn't even think about the fact he thought that Ross would've been a girl, but I guess that was what he had expected.

I nodded at that comment, not sure what to say.

"So... a small get together" I said laughing.

"People got carried away, I swear at the start there was only like 30 people, and now, I have no idea how many there are"

I laughed at that and moved closer to Neymar, which was followed by a weird look from Ross. I was already drunk, and a bit out of my mind, but I leaned away from Neymar and gave Ross a little smirk.

"It is really hot in here. I didn't know people would be swimming I should've brought swimmers!" I said nudging Neymar.

"You can definitely borrow some"

"Really?"

"Yes of course. I have a bunch, follow me"

"Thank you"

~~.~~

Turns out, Neymar did have a closet of women's bikinis, which was sort of funny.

He must have had them left here from other parties, or maybe some other reason. I had no idea, but I really didn't want to ask, and get an answer that I don't want to know.

All of the swimmers were tiny, but I wanted to go for a swim. I picked a red one, which had a tie triangle top, and skimpy bottoms.

Ah, whatever.

I walked towards a bathroom to change into them.

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