"I don't understand why you would chose me, if you have a million girls looking your way"

~~.~~
"Don't you get it Hayley? Isn't it obvious?"

"Isn't what obvious? I don't understand. You're with Bruna and now your with me... and then your leaving." I say letting out a breath I hadn't realised I was holding.

"None of those girls are you. You drive me crazy" he said running his hands through this hair. "Ever since I've met you, I can't stop thinking about you. All the time."

"Then why'd you get back with Bruna?" I questioned him, hearing my voice become angrier.

"I don't know. I was trying to push you out of my thoughts. And she turned up and- You think I want to fall for a girl who I just met" he paused, and I figured that the girl he was talking about was me. He had fallen for me? The thought of that alone made my eyes go wide. I couldn't stop my cheeks from growing a rosy colour, he continued again: "especially one who lives all the way across the world. I feel jealous when I see you and other people interact. Like you and that bar man. What was that? I've never felt like this before, Hayley. This is not exactly an ideal situation we are in."

His confession made me so surprised and I could feel my heart beat out of my chest. I'm surprised the whole room couldn't hear it. But really the thing that shocked me was that: I had no idea he felt any of this. I didn't even know if he saw me like that anymore.

"So.. then I'd better tell you about me and the barman...." I joked. I saw his eyes go wide for a second and then I started laughing, so he laughed in response.

"No but Neymar, In all seriousness. I can't even explain to you how I feel about you. It's a whole mix of emotions; everything all at once." I said looking into his hazel eyes that could never fail to captivate me. In all honesty, I did feel so much towards Neymar. And I can't believe I even feel remotely like this- seeing as just two weeks ago I would have told you that I was happy, with Zayn. And now, with a whole different guy. Neymar. I feel like I have this fire in me. It's different to Zayn. And it happened so quickly.

And what makes me feel better is that we both feel like this.

~~.~~

Throughout the rest of the night, Neymar and I danced and sung to the loud music. It reminded me of our first night together at the club, it felt like forever ago, but it really wasn't. The time I spend with Neymar feels like an escape from everything. I have to cherish all of this while it lasts. I already know that next week, this will all end. There won't be any more talking with him, or kissing him, or spending time together. After all, Neymar is going back to Paris. And I will stay here, right where he left me.

I had chosen to push all these thoughts right out of my mind. What's the point in wasting what will be our last week together. And besides, I couldn't think anymore about Neymar leaving. I'd already formed such an attachment to him, that I could tell even Ross was slightly worried. He hid it pretty well, but I could tell because there was something off about him.

Whilst we danced, his hands held my waist and I had wrapped my arms around his neck. We danced in sync with each other, and I was having a lot of fun. I could see Luis, out of the corner of my eye, watching Neymar and I. Tough luck, I thought. And I knew Neymar would be pleased about that.

As well as that, I could also see, sitting right in front of me, were some of the girls that had flirted with Neymar earlier on. And tough luck to you girls as well, I thought.

I knew that all the repercussions of dancing so close and publicly with Neymar would be bad. But I had no idea of what would happen. What I really hoped was that my parents didn't see any of this. But I wouldn't be surprised if they did, they loved gossip magazines and drama with famous people. And gossip magazines loved Neymar.

When the glares from the girls sitting in front of me became a little overbearing: "Can we get out of here?"

"You read my mind" Neymar responded.

~~.~~

He ended up taking me to one of his favourite spots in São Paulo. It was a place I'd never been before. A beautiful park filled with greenery and there was a pond that trailed along it. We sat down on one of the benches.

"Oh, wow this is beautiful. My feet are so sore though"

"Allow me" Neymar said, taking my high heels off, which meant majority of the pain had subsided.

"Thank you" I responded, looking at the beautiful view. There was a comfortable silence for a while, every few moments we would take short glances at the other.

"How did you end up getting into football? Didn't you grow up near here?"

He looked taken back by my question. He gave it a few seconds thought, "I was much younger when I started playing, and I quickly realised I loved it. There is nothing like scoring a goal, or winning a match with teammates. What was even better was that I was actually good at it."

"You make it sound like it is the best thing in the world"

"It is up there" he responded, taking my hand. Had that meant something? Of course not. I was just reading too much into this.

"I played football when I was younger"

"You did?!"

"Yes. Until I was 15, and then I broke my leg and I haven't played since"

"You can show me your skills! Although you would probably be a better match for Davi" he joked.

"You haven't even seen me! Just you wait!" I said nudging him softly and laughing.

He laughed in response, and I was reminded just how much I loved the sound of his laugh.

"I have a question for you- about the other night, at the beach, when you took that phone call, it seemed like there was something wrong"

He broke our eye contact and looked away, back out to the pond. "Im sorry you don't have to tell me anything. I don't mean to be overbearing" I said, pulling my hand away from him.

He grabbed my hand back and placed it in his lap, "no you aren't being overbearing. I will tell you..."

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Sorry for not being as active! Will try and post everyday from now on. Thank you everyone for 15k reads!