Chapter Two

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I am heartbroken. So very heartbroken. I never thought it was possible to feel this way. This fucking sad.

I have never felt such pain as I do right now. I am lost in my thoughts, sitting in my car, trying to calm down my erratic breathing. I put my palms on my face trying to cover my bloodshot eyes and red swollen face.

The tears just keep strolling down my flushed face, I try to catch my breath, but it's no use.

What am I supposed to do now?

All of my belongings are in that stupid apartment, and I can't go back to my parents house because then I am just proving them right, that me moving and uprooting my life to Brazil was a serious mistake.

They always thought that Zayn and I were a bad idea. Somehow they caught on and I couldn't even. They thought he was not genuine with me, and it didn't help that he completely flat-out ignored my family when they tried to start some sort of relationship with him. I was so head over heels for him, I was just blind-sighted. I made a pact to myself that this wouldn't happen again, I won't be stupid enough to be put in this position again.

I meticulously decide the only answer is to drown my sorrows and take my mind off of this disaster in is alcohol, more specifically vodka and a lot of it.

I start up my car and choose to head to the nearest club. The one where I met her just a couple of months ago.

~~FLASHBACK~~

"Hey baby, what do you want to do tonight?" He asks whilst wrapping his arms tightly around my waist which sent butterflies to my stomach.

He continued, "my friend told me about this new club opening, he said he could get us in tonight. What do you think?"

I thought we would just have a quiet night alone together, eating Chinese food and watching movies, but I don't protest since I want to make Zayn happy and he always gets what he wants.

"Oh okay, sure" I respond warmly, kissing his cheek.

"Ok baby, get ready, it's 7-05 so we will leave at 8?" He says whilst releasing his hand from my waist and checking his phone. He smiles at something on the screen but he twists his body around so that I can't see. Hm.

I hop up and go to take a shower, and before I knew it, we were both ready and about to head out the door of our apartment. Tonight I had applied some light makeup, concealer, mascara and lip gloss and I paired it with a silky blue dress which showed off my curvy figure.

He scans my body, "You look so good tonight." He says and pecks my lips.

"Thank you. You clean up nicely as well" I say feeling my cheeks become hot.

He takes my hand and leads me downstairs and to his car. There wasn't much traffic to get there, and on our way there, Zayn and I sat in a comfortable silence.

"Hey baby, I was thinking that perhaps you can make a couple friends tonight. Ever since you moved here you just go to work and sit at home. Maybe try to get more of a life or something" he says.

I don't think he means for it to come off how it does, but it sounds like he is insulting me, which hurts.

I moved here for him, left behind all of my friends in the States and now he is pushing me around. I don't want to say anything to cause a fight so I just politely nod my head.

Guess tonight I would be making some friends.

~~END OF FLASHBACK~~

Tears flood my eyes yet again. I do love him. I do. Despite what he has just done, if he had pushed a bit harder just then I would still be in his apartment listening to him tell me how sorry he is.

~~.~~

As soon as I reach the club I park my car near and walk in, lifting my hood over my head to cover me.

They ask for my ID, and with my face being covered by my hoodie, I realise that I definitely look very suspicious at the moment. So I pull my hood off of my head and look at the security guard in the eyes. He looks at my bloodshot eyes and my ID with some sympathy and tells me I am free to go in.

I go to the washroom to check I don't look as gross as I feel and I am greeted with tears sitting on my blotchy red face. My hair is all over the place, I look like I had just been told someone died. I wipe the tears and lift my makeup bag out of my tote, applying some concealer under my eyes to make sure I at least look a little bit better.

After I decide that I look fine, I step out of the bathroom and head to the bar.

"Two shots of vodka, please" I said to the barman. He scanned me, perhaps he was wondering what I was doing here alone. Or maybe he recognised me from the many times Zayn pushed me to come here, even if I didn't want too. I wouldn't usually drink alone, I'm not really a big drinker anyways. But I was too ashamed to call my sister and tell her this bullshit, not to mention my friends. They wouldn't even believe me that is how ludicrous this situation has turned out to be.

So drinking alone it is.

He nodded and handed me the shots, which I took back swiftly. The burning sensation in my throat felt so good, it warmed my body up. I asked him for another one.

As soon as I felt the alcohol flood into my system I felt amazing. Like I was on fire. I was buzzing. I had forgotten about what happened.

"Want some company?" I heard a low voice in my ear. I turned to glance at the guy, and oh my was he attractive.

"Perhaps" I replied.

"Whats your name?" He asked with a thick Brazilian accent sitting down in the stool next to me.

"I'm Hayley" I say, whilst sliding one of my vodka shots over to him, for him to drink. I don't know what had gotten into me, but I loved the feeling I had right now; of being intoxicated. I felt on top of the world.

"I'm Neymar Jr" he grinned grimly and pulled his chair closer to mine. Our faces almost touching, which sent small sparks through my body. He looked at me with a content look on his face, I was convinced he felt it too.

I was shocked at my body's reaction to this stranger, "Very nice to meet you, Neymar, junior" I responded, emphasising the Junior. I had realised that I'd never met anyone that was a Junior, it must be that his father is Neymar Sr.

"So what brings you here tonight?" I asked him curiously.

After he processed my question, his eyes began to soften, and he looked sort of sad.

"My girlfriend and I broke up. Just a couple of hours ago. And I guess I'm here because I had to take my mind off of it" he said.

"Oh Neymar, I'm sorry" I said sounding sincere.

I could tell he didn't like the pity I was giving him, likewise with me. I hated the feeling of being pitied, but perhaps I would have to get used to it now because of current circumstances.

"And as for you, Hayley?" He asked, and I could tell he was trying to change the conversation off of him. But I didn't care, because I was thinking about how much I enjoyed the sound of my name come out of his mouth.

I thought about his question for a second, before I began to laugh hysterically, not because anything humorous had happened, but because of how distraught I felt and how crazy today had been. He looked at me confused. I don't know what had gotten into me because I don't think I've ever laughed this much. He began to catch on, and started to laugh as well. The barman looked at us with a puzzled look on his face.

"My boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend" I said chuckling, "and I just caught them having sex!"

After I said that line, we sort of cooled down until it turned into what felt like an eternal silence. He looked at me sympathetically, like he felt really sorry for me. "Oh my god, Hayley. That sucks" he said looking at me.

I looked at him, in his amazing hazel green eyes, closing the distance between our faces. I put my hands on his face, and he put his hand on my chin, grazing my jaw with his finger which sent butterflies into my stomach.

We are so close.

He seemed to try to figure me out. He was probably thinking that me laughing about this shitty situation meant I was a bit fucked up. But all I could think about is how much I wanted to kiss him.

What has gotten into me? I just had my heartbroken and I'm already thinking about another guy, within a matter of hours. But this felt different; special, an uncanny feeling.

"I just want to take my mind off of it." I responded to him, feeling his warm breath on my face.

He sort of nodded at that comment, like we had reached a mutual agreement, and then he proceeded to smirk at me. He thought for a second and then took my hand, and pulled me to the dance floor.

"Come with me, I am eager to take my mind off of my ex as well" he said.


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