Neymar's POV - CONTINUED

She called me the next day, letting me know her friend was in Brazil. I liked that for her, I wanted her to be able to talk about what Zayn did, with someone I can presume actually knew him. So it is good she has some support.

I invited her and her friend over to my house for a party, which I told her was a 'small get together' I knew it would become out of control, because it always did, and I told her that, because I knew it was the only way she would actually come. And I wanted to see her. Thankfully, she agreed, and said her friend would tag along as well.

I was happy she was coming, but I knew Bruna wouldn't be, so it was a good thing that there would be a lot of other people there. Throughout that day, Bruna kept bringing her up. It felt like she was the only thing Bruna would talk about to me. And at a point, I just stopped listening.

~~.~~

The party ended up having even more people than I originally thought. I knew it would be out of control, but there really has never been this many people. Someone must have leaked it out to what seemed like a million people.

I looked for her. For a while, I thought she wasn't coming, but as soon as I saw her, I felt warm, I walked up to her to see that she was talking to a guy. Which made me feel angrier than it should. He had very blonde hair, and he was a good looking dude, they were laughing together. And I felt a tinge of jealousy, which I immediately pushed away.

She introduced the guy as her friend. He was her friend? The friend that came to support her from the States was a guy? Thoughts flooded my mind, why wouldn't they be together if they were such good friends.

~~.~~

The moment I recalled too much was when we were in the pool. Luis snaked his arms around her waist, and Bruna did the same to me. I felt so confused, when did this happen? I had just introduced them.

But before I could think of anything else, Bruna kissed me. To mark her territory it seemed. I pulled away before it would become too much, Hayley was standing right in front of us. Not that she would care much, since she seemed to be with Luis....

But when I saw her and Luis kissing, I didn't want to watch anymore. So I made an excuse to Bruna that I had to go greet someone, and left the pool quickly, to which she followed after me.

~~.~~

I was laughing with a good friend of mine, trying to put Hayley's kiss out of my mind, focusing on Bruna, my girlfriend. When I saw her, she looked desperate, she asked to talk, I pulled her up to my room.

I knew I had things to say to her. But as I pulled her upstairs to my room, I knew this was a bad move. We shouldn't be in a room alone together, I had no idea what would happen.

I was jealous, and I was angry at her for kissing Luis, and I was too drunk to be in my right mind.

•••

"You wanted to kiss Luis?" I spat at her angrily.

"Yes...no.. I don't know. Why does it matter to you?"

Why does it matter to me? It matters to me because I like you. I wanted to say. I wanted to say so much more than I did. But instead I covered, for a couple reasons.

First I didn't think she felt that way about me, all signs pointed to no. Second, I had a girlfriend. Which most of the time it felt like I didn't. After meeting Hayley, I realised the things I felt with Bruna weren't what they should be.

It was over with Bruna, wasn't it? Once and for all.

"Because he's um- he's my friend. Hayley I don't think it's a good idea with him."

I shouldn't be saying this to her. It's not fair, and Luis isn't even a bad guy.

"Why?"

"Because. He's not-" I paused, pressing my lips together before continuing, "He is not good enough for you"

Great Neymar.

"What- what does that mean? Not good enough for me?" She said angrily.

I felt the tension in the room. We were both angry at each other. For the same reasons.... Maybe?

"I don't want you with him Hayley. I just don't"

"And now your controlling my relationships? You just said you hated how your dad was controlling you. I don't understand you. What is the problem here?" She said pausing for a second, "It's me... right? You don't want him dating me? Am I so bad?"

Fuck. I had fucked this up so much. You are not so bad, in fact, you're the opposite I wanted to say. But instead, I was just lost in my thoughts. It had become a big problem, not saying anything in these situations. I saw her cheeks begin to redden, she looked so upset. In that moment, I wanted to hug her. I didn't want to upset her.

But that was exactly what I had managed to do.

"Hayley. It's not like that, I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry.... God it seems like every time we talk, we just fight"

It felt we spent the better half of our time together fighting. What a healthy relationship.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, I don't want to fight with you, Neymar" she responded.

"Ok, then let's not fight again. Let's start fresh. We have a whole week til I leave, why don't I show you my favourite places in São Paulo this week"

She established that Ross had to come, which would actually make this experience with her easier. If he was there, then it wouldn't just be me and her. With him there, nothing could happen, I thought...

I was so wrong.

~Hayley's POV~

I woke up in my room with an awful headache. I remembered all of what happened, and the last thing I could remember was falling asleep lying on Neymar's shoulder. So how'd I get here?

I buried my face with my hands, feeling my head pounding.

"Ross! Are you here?" I screamed out but heard no reply. I grabbed my phone which was on charge lying beside my bed. The time was 11:03, and by this time I was seriously wondering how I had made it home.

Ross had texted saying he was getting breakfast for us, and would be back in 10 minutes. I responded with ok, as I made my way to the medicine cupboard to relieve my headache.

~~.~~

"Hayls. I'm home!"

"Ross. In here!" I screamed out, splayed across my bed.

He walked in and took a small glance at me before saying playfully, "Wow Hayls, you look just amazing, not fair!"

"Oh shut up. I don't look that bad" I responded.

He laughed at me, "You better check on to see on that one"

I buried my face in my hands and then ran my hands through my hair, which was now very knotted.

I desperately needed a shower and maybe a mirror....

"How'd I get home?" I asked curiously.

"That's a story in itself. Neymar came downstairs and found me, telling me you'd puked. And he seemed worried; but obviously he doesn't know the crazy drinker Hayley yet"

"Oh ross shut up" I butted in, which he laughed at.

"Anyways, I had to carry your ass to the car, through the crowds of people. Because you would not wake up!"

"Maybe you should've tried harder Ross!!" I said pushing him playfully, "Gosh that's so embarrassing. I will not be showing my face at another one of those events"

"Hayls it wasn't that bad.... Well... You don't want to know. Anyways, when we got home and you still hadn't woken up yet, I was concerned. You know you must've been in a deep sleep...maybe dreaming about a special Brazilian..."

"Shut up Ross"

"Seriously Hayley, how'd you end up vomiting in his room. And more importantly, how was your chat? Or was it interrupted by a certain splurge"

"Oh. My. God. You are so immature" I said fake angrily, but I couldn't stop myself from laughing at his comment.

"No! You have to tell me what happened! He also told me as we carried you to the car about-"

"We? As in you and who... Neymar?! You are kidding. This is a joke. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse"

He started laughing like a little kid.

"He told me that he was going to show us his favourite spots in São Paulo!" He said changing the conversation.

"I know that. We talked about it"

"Well he proposed that tonight he would take us somewhere... if you woke up, you know"

I rolled my eyes.

"That we would get dinner at his favourite place, the three of us; since he wasn't sure if Bruna could make it. Which I knew you would be thrilled about.. And Hayley, after talking to him... I realised I actually liked the guy. Which doesn't seem to fit into your usual type... you know since all your ex boyfriends are raging assholes"

I rolled my eyes again.

He was right all my ex boyfriends are assholes... but I guess that meant that Neymar was different to all the others...

Right?