[ There’s no way I can’t love you (pt.1) | Neymar imagine
I am going to write several parts of this imagine, because as you will understand reading, the story’s just at its beginning. I don’t think I’ll be able to post a part every day, and I beg your pardon for this, but I’m wasting a lot of efforts on studying. I promise I will post as often as I can. I hope you will like this.
I was woken up by my phone ringing.
Who the hell is this, I asked myself whilst rubbing my eyes. When I noticed it was 4 o’clock in the morning and I was lying on the sofa and I saw a lot of papers around me and the TV on, it suddenly came to my mind that I had fallen asleep at about midnight, during a movie. I couldn’t stand this. All I ever was planning to do on this September Friday night was watching something and eating a pizza, but a. the pizza I ordered was elastic as fuck and b. there was nothing on TV, neither Keeping Up With The Kardashian. The only movie I could spot started at 11.30 and it was Lemony Snicket, which kinda always made me melancholic. So I fell asleep.
I switched on a little torch and finally found my phone, which was ringing insistently on the table. As I slid to unlock, I already knew it was… “Kendall. Fire out.” “Oh, hi, that’s me! I’m fine, too. Thanks, Y/N.” She replied sarcastically. “How are you?” “Tired.” “Why?” “Umm I guess I don’t really know, but oh let me see what time is it… 4:10 am. Who knows!” “OK, sorry. I beg your pardon. By the way, you remember about that ‘thing’ about Madrid, don’t you?… Doing press conferences about that thing I don’t even remember about at Real Madrid…” “I…do” I really remembered about that joke. I was angry, so I told Kendall and my friends that I was going to move to Madrid to attend lectures at university and holding press conferences for Real Madrid. They knew I really hated Madrid and Real Madrid because I supported Barça… but I had no idea about what she was going to tell me. “Hear, Kend-” “I am going to tell you something incredible. Hold on… you’re now going to move to BARCELONA!!”
…what? I swear to God this can’t be happening. I was just joking. I wasn’t even planning to move!
“Sorry?” “Yes! And do the same things there! You can thank me and Carla later. This is our present for you. I couldn’t stand seeing you sad. Hey? Y/N? Can you hear me?” My immediate thought was that I would have died. I couldn’t believe it… I hoped she was just joking, too. “Oh my God… Kendall, please, tell me this is a joke so that I can go to sleep again…” “Why should this be a joke?” “Because I was JOKING! Mine was a damn JOKE, Kenya, a JOKE!! For God’s sake, why don’t you think a bit before acting?! Fuck, fuck, fuck! And now I must leave to go to BARCELONA-do you even have an idea of what it means? I mean, do you?! Oh please, someone murder me. Wait on a second…”
I noticed an email notification on my pc. I clicked on it and suddenly, via link, a big text appeared. It was from FC Barcelona, and they welcomed me to pass the next two years together. Panic was invading me… immediate transfer… we would be glad to host you in a flat in the city center… meet the squad on Saturday, September 23rd… attend formal dinners with the players… “O-ops… well, Y/N, you can renounce and stay here, if you want, this is no big d-“ “This is no big deal? Are you kidding me?! I just received a mail from FC Barcelona. They’re saying that I must move as soon as I can, which means next week. Immediate transfer. You’re a jerk!” “Please, Y/N, don’t hang up, I’m so-“ BIP.
I held my head with my hands, thinking about it. There was no solution, I knew, because I had to move quickly. I had a strong headache which made me totally hopeless… Barcelona. This noun was dancing through my brain like a ballerina. I just had to keep calm: after all, at least it wasn’t Madrid, and I already knew a lot about Barcelona, which was a plus. I also had a friend there, Alfonso. Well, it wasn’t really a friend of mine, but yes an acquaintance… nope, I had just saw him once or twice as he was the owner of Jamon Experience, a restaurant I used to love at the Rambla. He was a little bit old for me, and he neither was handsome: he was just kind, sweet and very sweaty. And he surely couldn’t remember my name, so who cares.
As I was going to move soon, I checked all the flights of the week and went for one on Friday. ‘One week to go’, I told myself. I went to the bathroom, cleaned my face (again) and then finally went to my sofa, where I laid wanting to sleep. It was already 4.40 am and I was bursting inside. I never minded about loneliness, but I think I will be really missing my life and my few and still beloved friends: Kendall, Carla, Kimberly, Mariana… forgiving them was simply, by the way. They got me in a real trouble, but life is taking risks or dying. Sometimes taking risk is the hardest choice, but it’s always worth it.
Sun was about to rise and I could see a glimmer through my curtains. Ding ding. I spotted a notification on the screen of my iPhone. I slid and unlocked to land on the Instagram. My phone displayed the picture of two guys sitting on a plane, rocking caps and sunglasses. They were cute. The capture was: @neymarjr: “Back to Barcelona! With my crack @rafinhaaa3 #peganoix #genteboa” Then, I fell asleep as the sun had totally rose.
