At last, we had finally arrived back in Barcelona.

I stayed close to Neymar the whole time and he couldn't keep his hands off me either.

We were getting a taxi back to our respectable houses.

Neymar would be coming back to mine because his car was at my place.

Throughout the whole taxi journey, I rested my head on Neymar's shoulder, trying to sleep but the constant noise of the cars outside, kept me awake.

Finally, the taxi driver has dropped off Neymar and I to my apartment. We paid the man and then got out, taking our luggage out too.

"You should stay over tonight," I suggested.

"We went away on holiday together and you still can't get enough of me ey?" Neymar teased.

I rolled my eyes and walked up to the front door. It was unlocked, which meant that Lauren would be home. I was just hoping that she wasn't with Alex because they were bound to be doing something sexual.

I walked into the living room, dragging my suitcase behind me.

I saw the TV was on and could just about see Lauren's body, lying across the couch, with a blanket spread over her.

I turned around to Neymar who just smiled at me. She must've been asleep if she didn't hear the front door open.

Slowly, I tiptoed towards the couch. I poked my fingers in the side of her stomach, which caused her to stir in her sleep and rub her eyes, trying to see who dared to wake her up.

Her sleepy face noticed me but she furrowed her eyebrows together, clearly confused.

Once she realised I was actually in front of her, she shot up and ran around the couch, engulfing me in a super tight hug. I couldn't wipe the huge grin on my face.

I missed my best friend.

We stood in each other's arms for about five minutes before she pulled away. "Oh my God. Neymar I didn't notice you! How are you?" Lauren walked over to him and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, giving her a side hug.

"I'm doing good thanks. How about yourself?" Neymar answered.

"Really good thankyou," she smiled. "Well you better go and unpack. Is Neymar staying over?"

I nodded my head while Neymar spoke, "If that's not a problem."

Lauren chuckled at his politeness, "Of course not. Go get some rest guys."

Neymar and I dragged our suitcases upstairs, to my room. I just put mine to the side, next to my chest of drawers and Neymar did the same.

"I am so tired." Neymar stated whilst lying down on my bed.

"Same," I yawned. I walked over to my bed and sat on the edge. I kicked off my shoes and turned my head to look at Neymar. He was already looking at me, causing me to smirk.

"Are you going to get changed?" I asked.

"Probably. What a smooth way of asking to see my body." Neymar smirked.

I rolled my eyes and went over to my suitcase. I unzipped it and pulled out my pyjamas, which consisted of an oversized Nike t-shirt and some random grey sleeping shorts with pink spots all over them.

"I'll go change in the bathroom." I informed Neymar and walked into the bathroom down the hall to change.

Once I got out, Lauren was walking up the stairs. She smiled at me and the pair of us walked into my room together.

As we walked in, Neymar was lying down on my bed, with his phone in his hand.

"I swear all you do is go on your phone." I spoke up. He looked towards me and shrugged his shoulders.

I walked to my side of the bed and got under the covers. Neymar also got comfortable next to me. I was sitting up with my back against the headboard, whereas Neymar was lying down.

My hands went to his hair and I started playing with his curly brown/blonde locks.

Lauren was sat opposite me, listening to me go on and on about our holiday. Every now and then Neymar would also pipe up.

It was currently eight in the evening and I was feeling so incredibly tired. I kept yawning every three seconds.

Lauren chuckled at my actions, "You both should sleep. I'll probably FaceTime Alex."

I nodded and smiled weakly at her. I watched Lauren leave. She shut the door quietly and then I couldn't hear anything.

I looked down at Neymar, who was still on his phone. I looked at the screen and saw he was texting Rafaella, his sister. I still yet had to meet his family.

"Ney." I mumbled.

"Mmm." He hummed in response.

"Put your phone away. Let's go to sleep."

He got up and put his phone to the side. I took this moment to reposition myself and so I lay down. Neymar was facing me, with one arm draped around my waist. He pulled me closer, causing me to smile.

"I can never get sick of you." He spoke in a low, husky voice.

"Me neither." My eyes looked down to his lips but then back at his eyes.

I leant forward and pressed my lips against his but then quickly turned away so my back was facing him. His arms were still around my waist and I was still close to him. Neymar slightly rose and planted kisses on my neck.

"Stop." I whispered but I didn't want him to stop.

I felt him move away.

I closed my eyes and slowly started to fall asleep.

"Goodnight beautiful." I heard but I was too tired to even respond.

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I slowly fluttered my eyes open and felt a little colder than usual.

I remembered that we were in Barcelona now and that Neymar was sleeping next to me.

I turned over and saw his sleepy face. His hair was all scruffy and he was lying on his back with one arm by his side and the other around my back.

I cuddled up closer to him because I was cold, but that just made him wake up.

He yawned and stretched and then rubbed his eyes.

I moved away to give him space but once he looked at me, he brought me in for a hug.

I chuckled but hugging him back because he was so much warmer. He looked down at my lips and started to lean it but I put hand on his mouth.

"Brush your teeth first." I chuckled.

He rolled his eyes so I got up as his grip loosened and made my way over to the bathroom.

I started brushing my teeth before stripping off my clothes and stepping into the shower.

I let the warm water drop down my body as I slowly massaged the shampoo into my hair. As I rinsed it out, I quickly started to wash my body with some shower gel.

By this point, I conditioned my hair and once that was all out, I stepped out the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. I let my hair out and saw the water drip from the ends and onto the floor.

I unlocked the bathroom door and made my way back to my bedroom. Neymar was sitting on the side of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his phone in his hand. No surprise there.

I made sure the towel was secure around my body so that when I reached for my clothes, it wouldn't fall down.

"I could definitely get used to seeing this every day." I heard Neymar comment from behind.

"Well it's not an every day occasion that you'll sleep over at my house." I rolled my eyes.

I picked out a grey tank top to wear with some sports leggings. I wasn't planning on doing anything today so these seemed like some good clothes to relax in and if I felt like it, I'd go to the gym or something.

"Can you look the other way so I can get dressed?" I asked quietly.

Neymar chuckled at me but nodded his head and turned around.

"Join me downstairs when you're ready. I'll make breakfast." I smiled at Neymar. He smiled back and continued to pull things out of his suitcase.

I went downstairs and rummaged through the kitchen drawers to find something to eat. Eventually, I just made some toast and found a few pain au chocolat's to eat.

Neymar came down soon after and grabbed the plate that was left for him and followed me into the living room.

"Have you heard the latest transfer talk?" Neymar asked as we sat down.

"No. Why? Anything interesting?" I responded.

"PSG want to buy me." He mumbled.

I slowly swallowed the piece of toast in my mouth and just looked at Neymar who was looking down at his food.

"And...? Are you going to go?" I asked.

"I don't know really, I still need to have talks with my family, my friends, my manager etc." He went on. "I don't want to leave because I have all my friends and sometimes my family here and Barcelona is like my second home but then there's an opportunity at my window."

"What about me?" I said in a whisper, thinking he didn't hear me.

"Look, whatever happens, it won't come in the way of us. I'll go through it with you. My decision isn't final yet." His words seemed so calm and relaxed, whereas I was panicking on the inside. What if I never see him again? Did we come so far together to just be separated?

"It's been a year or just under a year since I've moved to Barcelona." I changed the subject.

"Look how time flies by when you're having fun." Neymar smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him. "To be honest, I would be so lonely if I didn't meet you." I remember the first time I met Neymar. My tampon fell out my handbag. I had never been more embarrassed in my life. From then on, we just kept seeing each other and look at us now.

A part of me didn't want Neymar to move but I knew that if he did, he would be much happier.

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I start school next week and I'm dreading it!!! I still need to get my uniform and I need to get into a good routine.

Barcelona have signed Paulinho and Dembele which I am excited about because who know what they'll bring to the team!

Neymar on the other hand seems really happy at PSG and although it kills me seeing him celebrate with someone who's not Messi or any of the Barca players, I'm still happy for him.

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