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gone / part 1 / neymar

(really short but i have a much better part 2 coming up, here’s the introduction)

- 5 months ago -

One day he was here, the next he was gone.

Just like the wind, or so it goes.

I could never accurately describe how I felt that day, I've tried. I felt pain, anger, disappointment, sadness; but the worst pain would be the aching I felt in my chest. I felt physically sick as I sat alone on August 3rd. My television screen's bright light shone on my face and, although it was at a reasonable volume, my ears were ringing. I stared in utter disbelief as "Neymar Junior set to join Paris-Saint Germain squad this upcoming season" flashed on the screen.

Neymar was leaving. Neymar is leaving . Yet, I heard nothing of it.

2 years. Neymar and I had been together 2 years. I left my family, my friends, my entire life behind for the love of my life, or so I believed. I loved him. I do love him even now.

My family hadn't spoken a word to me since I left all those years ago. I keep in touch with a couple of friends. Other than that, Neymar was all I had. I made new friends when I moved to Barcelona with him, of course I befriended the wives and girlfriends of his teammates.

Neymar had spoken to me countless "hypothetical" times regarding a move to another club. I shrugged it off, knowing his heart belonged in Barcelona. I suppose I was wrong about several things.

It all began a month before August 3rd. Neymar had been extremely distant. We barely spoke. He was hardly home. I tried to talk to him about our current situation and every time he disregarded it, "I'm just going through a lot right now," he would mutter. Each time I let it go. I wonder how different things would be if I had insisted on talking about it.

He announced 2 weeks before he was going on a business trip and would return shortly. He was still on his "business trip" when PSG announced his official move. I was sad that he didn't talk to me about his decision. Wasn't I his girlfriend? Then it hit me in the most harshest way possible, he hadn't told me for a reason.

I was furious to say the least. He was willing to walk out on everything he had built for himself here in Spain, he was willing to leave his friends, most importantly, he was willing to leave the "love of his life." I sat on that couch for what felt like an eternity, my breathing heavy, tears stained my cheeks; however, I dared not sob over this man. I cleaned myself up and dragged myself up the stairs.

I pondered questions like: "Do I call him? Will he ever call me? Should I leave before he arrives?". I decided to wait until he called me, he made no effort. I watched every day as PSG flaunted their newest arrival. In every picture, video, ad, and practice released, Neymar was smiling from ear to ear. He looked genuinely happy, carefree even. Two weeks passed of me sulking around the house completely sleep deprived before the doorbell rang. I rushed to open it, but hesitated before turning the doorknob.

I finally swung open the door to reveal Neymar's best friend. I stood frozen as he awkwardly stood before me, scratching the back of his neck.

"Y/N, I'm here to pick up some things...for Neymar," he didn't once look at me. I nodded, moving aside so he could pass. I followed him upstairs as he grabbed some of Neymar's possessions. I couldn't muster the courage to speak out. It was right as he was leaving that I barely muttered out, "this is it, isn't it?"

He finally looked at me, pity filled his eyes. He simply nodded and gave an "I'm sorry," before leaving. I closed the door behind him, falling to my knees and holding my face in my hands. I allowed the sobs to take over me, my body shook profusely. I felt completely alone.

I am completely alone.

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Puppy love, part 4. (Neymar imagine)

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 

‘Surprise!’ I look up from my Phone, and keep my hand just above my eyes to protect them from the sun. Neymar is hovering over me, with a huge bowl in his hands. I smile, and scoot over from my chair so he can sit next to me. We’re sitting outside, next to the pool and the heat is killing me. The bowl in his hands is filled with all kinds of ice cream, and as soon as I start eating it, and feel the cold substance gliding down my troath I sigh in pleasure. ‘I needed that.’ I say, smiling at him and he shyly plays with his spoon, not looking at me. It’s been three days since it happened, and since then we spend all of our time together. Fortunately our parents are spending all of their time together too, outside of the house. We spend the days lazily watching movies, cooking together, talking about our past together, about his career and mine. I’m in heaven, and the thought that we’re going to be apart in a couple days makes me so sad, I push the thought somewhere I won’t have to think about it. He reaches for my lips, and wipes away some ice cream that somehow ended up on my chin. ‘I wish it could always be like this.’ He says, and I notice the sad voice he says it with. I sit up, and rest my hand on his, calming his hand which was playing with his swimming shorts. ‘Ney..’ I say, but he shakes his head. ‘We can’t hide here forever Y/N..’ He says, and I sigh, letting in the thoughts I’ve been pushing away the past days. ‘Soon all the magazines will be filled with pictures of us, and rumors, and I don’t know if we’re ready for that.’ The things he says seem logic, but I know that I would do everything for him, even if it meant being chased by the paparazzi all day. ‘I don’t care about all of that.’ I say, and he looks up at me. His eyes filled with doubt, and so much love it makes my heart flutter. It’s the way he looks at me, which made me fall in love with him.  ‘I would do anything for you, I mean it. All of that, and more. But the first step.. is talking to my dad.’ I bite my lip, knowing that my dad is really careful with me. He loves Neymar like his own son, but he also almost knows him better than his own parents, and just like every other human being he’s made mistakes. My dad knows about them, and I don’t know if he’ll be ok with us being together. It sounds so small, in comparison to how I feel. ‘My love.’ He whispers, and locks his fingers with mine, filling the empty spaces between my fingers. ‘I would do anything for you, but what if he doesn’t want us to be.. together.’ I frown, and try to come up with something to say to my dad. Something to let him know we’re serious. Our love is fragile, and new but it’s definitely there.  It’s so big and consuming, it exhausts me. It almost scares me a little. ‘Promise me..’ He starts, and I listen. ‘That whatever he says, or wants to happen, we’ll stay like this.. Promise me it won’t change anything, if I know you’ll be with me whatever he says, I’ll be able to tell him.’ His insecurity makes me want to hold him and tell him how much I love him, over and over again. ‘I promise.. .’ I say firmly, and he sighs, smiling at me. ‘I love you so much.’ He says firmly and I cock my head to one side, grinning at him. ‘I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing that from your mouth.’ I say, and he chuckles, pulling me towards him. The hours pass, and before we’re ready we hear his parents and my dad coming through the door. ‘Neymar! Y/N!’ Senior yells, and Neymar looks at me. He walks over to me and wraps his arms around me, kissing the top of my head lovingly and I sigh. I need to remind myself that he loves me and this is worth it.

‘We need to tell you something.’ Neymar starts, looking my father directly in the eye. Our hands are dangerously close, but they don’t touch. My dad’s eyes shift from Neymar’s gaze to our hands, but he doesn’t look at me once. ‘As you know we, Y/N and I, have always been best friends. And you have to know that I never had the intentions to do anything, until I saw your daughter coming down the stairs a couple days ago..’ He says it so smoothly and his words are so carefully pronounced, it makes me want to kiss him right there. ‘Sir, I fell in love with your daughter, and I want to ask your permission to be with her.’ He says, finally saying the words I’ve been dodging since the moment we sat down across of my dad. His facial expression doesn’t change, but I see how the look in his eyes changes. He’s worried, and I feel so nervous I want to throw up. Without thinking about it I grab Neymar’s hand, and he looks at me surprised. ‘Daddy I love him.’ I say, and I hear how desperate I sound. ‘Sweetheart..’ He finally says, and I hold my breath. ‘You don’t know what love is. You have barely known him for a week.’ He says, and my jaw drops. ‘You know better than anyone that we go way back dad.’ I say, and Neymar pinches my hand softly, encouraging me. My dad sighs, and rubs his neck with his hand, which I know isn’t a bad sign. He’s considering it. ‘You love her, son?’ He asks, looking at Neymar and I look at him too. ‘Yes sir.’ He says, without a sign of doubt. He loves me, and I know it. ‘Than who am I to stop you two from being together?’ My dad sighs, giving us a warm smile, and Neymar smiles at me. My smile is so big it hurts my cheeks, and I grip Neymar’s arm, pulling myself closer to him. ‘Y/N can I have a word with him?’ My dad suddenly says, and I look up confused. ‘It’s okay.’ Neymar chuckles when he sees my troubled expression. ‘Don’t kill him.’ I say, giving my boyfriend a sweet kiss on the lips. It’s swift and sweet, but my dad still look away as if we’re heavily making out in front of him. I roll my eyes, and leave the room.

Neymar’s p.o.v

I know what he’s going to say, and that’s why I’m not surprised when his happy face vanishes as soon as my Y/N the room. ‘Look son, I care about you. Both of you.’ He starts, and I nod, knowing what’s coming next. ‘She’s all I have, and she’s never been in a serious relationship before.’ I feel the need to ask him about the guys before me but I stay silent. ‘I understand both of you, but you must realize that just because I said I’m okay with it, doesn’t give you a free pass to hurt her. She’ my daughter, and I don’t want to see her in pain. Do you understand?’ He asks, leaning forward, raising his brows. ‘I can’t promise you she won’t be hurt.’ He wants to interrupt me but I keep talking. ‘But you must know that compared to her, none of the girls before her were worth my time. My love for your daughter is deep, and I will do anything to keep her happy. She will hurt me sometimes, and I will hurt her, on purpose or not, but I’ll always make sure she knows that I love her enough so she’ll forgive me. I’m a human being just like you, and I make mistakes, but for her I’ll try to be the best version of me I can possibly be.’ I feel like I just scored the winning goal of the match, when I see the expression of his face change. He smiles at me, and I smile back. As soon as I step out of the room, someone jumps on me, and takes me by surprise, causing me to fall back against the wall. Nevertheless, I put my arms around her waist, and look at her beautiful face which is radiating happiness. ‘I love you so much.’ She says, and I kiss her, knowing that we can spend the rest of our lives proving it to each other.

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Neymar Imagine -; [Can you do a ney imagine in which I was walking and someone try to steel me and I run as fast as I can and then I bumped into someone and it was neymar so he just helps me and then we start dating?]

Damn it! I knew I was forgetting something! I had just done the weekly shop and I forgot one of the main things that we needed. Milk! Even though it was 11pm knew the off licence would be open so I grab a hoodie and pull it over my head for warmth even though I was wearing my pajamas underneath. I put on my boots and set off. The off licence was only a five minute walk from my house so I got there in no time. I bought two large pints of milk which I found to be extremely heavy so on my way back I placed them on a park bench and began to stretch my fingers. “What are you doing out so late lady?” a deep voice slurs from behind me causing me to jump up. Even though its dark I can just about make out that he’s a old man who is extremely intoxicated. He puts his hand on the bench inches away from my thighs. His breathing is ragged and smells like vomit and stale vodka. “Whats your name pretty girl?” He breathes and I gag. My small hand flies up to push his broad shoulder to try and get him to move away from me but it doesn’t work and he begins to laugh. “Im not going to hurt you, I just want to have some fun” He says licking his lips and leaving a string of saliva down his chin. My stomach turns and the only thing I can think of is to kick him hard. He tries to grab my knee but he stumbles back and I bolt for the park exit. I hear him shouting after me which makes my heart hammer rapidly and I run faster than I’ve ever ran before. I keep turning back to make sure he hasn’t followed me but I can’t see him. As I’m turning back forward I stumble into a young man and fall flat on my face. “Ouch ..” I whine moving my hand to my face to check if I have any injuries. Even though my face is rid of any bumps it feels like it’s on fire. “Are you okay love?” I hear and I look up at the bystander that I smashed into. “I’m so so sorry I didn’t see you I was just running from this guy and- ” I begin and he grabs my arm and helps me up off the floor. I look back again to check the man isn’t following me and then curse myself for trying to purchase milk at pretty much midnight. Who does that? “A guy? Do you know him? Did he try anything with you?” the stranger asks seeming concerned which is weird seeing as we just met. The streetlight shines down on us and I only just take in his features. He has dark brown hair which is covered by a light grey beanie and deep uniquely colored eyes though I can’t see which exact colour very well. His jawline is very defined and he has perfectly shaped lips. I blush again at having embarrassed myself and looking like rubbish next to this very handsome man. I’m fine thanks for asking” I reply warily looking at my feet. I notice that this guy has limited edition trainers which I find bizarre. I look up at his outfit and almost everything is designer and my eyes widen. This guy must be loaded. “Well .. you could try and be less obvious that you’re checking me out.” He teases and I raise an eyebrow and he continues speaking. “I mean I know I’m good looking but ..” He trails off cockily and I fold my arms in annoyance. “Actually I wasn’t checking you out. There was something on your shirt.” I say and immediately begin scold myself. Really is that the best i could come up with? He begins to chuckle and moves his hand to his mouth trying to stifle it. “Don’t laugh at me” I whine and he stops for a minute and looks away like he was thinking hard about something before making eye contact with me again. “You’re cute when you’re upset” He says smoothly and I immediately feel myself begin to blush. Thank goodness its dark and he cant see my face very well. “Let me take you out” he states confidently and I began to laugh. He looks at me with an impassive expression and I stop laughing. “I’ve only just met you if you can even call it that and you’re asking to take me out on a date?” I question genuinely confused. This guy was one of the most attractive guys I had seen and I couldn’t even see him very well seeing as we were in the dark but why would he want to take out an average girl like me on a date? “Well for one you don’t know who I am which makes me very happy in a way” He mumbles and I squint my eyes at him. He’s famous? I look at him hard and try to jog my memory of where I’ve seen his face before but nothing comes to mind. “What’s your name?” I ask quietly tilting my head at him. “Ill tell you on our date tomorrow.” He smiles and I blush. He has a beautiful smile. “I didn’t agree to a date” I say returning his smile. “I know you want to go so Ill pick you up tomorrow at 8? He replies and I raise an eyebrow at him. “You don’t even know where I live?” I point out and he smiles lazily. “Ill find out. Just be ready at 8. Okay?” He looks at me with a flash of hope dancing through his eyes and I don’t want to turn him down “Okay. See you then.” I can’t believe I’ve agreed to a date with a complete stranger but something makes me want to get to know this beautiful man even more. As I begin to walk away he shouts ‘so its a date’ after me and I giggle to myself whilst turning around and giving him a small wave. A date it is.