Football Imagines

Neymar

Again. Here he sat after a match, on the medical table in the PSG training facility and he was being told that he would be out for a whole month.

He couldn't believe his ears when he heard this and he suddenly realised the amount of games he was missing. Not only were there Ligue 1 games but there were also important champions league games coming up.

As the doctor talked to him about the recovery program and bandaged up his ankle, he was still upset about the news of his injury.

After the Doctor had finished, he rushed home to sulk in bed. Meanwhile, you were in a meeting when the notification came up and you saw the news that your boyfriend was going to be injured for a month.

Your heart broke for him and as soon as the meeting was over, you got in your car and drove home as fast as you could to your shared home.

"NEY!" You called as you walked through the door. You heard a soft grunt from upstairs and made your way to the bedroom. Lying face down on the bed was Neymar and he didn't even look up as you called his name softly.
You sat on the edge of the bed and softly rubbed circles on his back trying to calm him down.

"I know your unhappy with the injury but you'll come back stronger and better afterwards. I'll help you through this, I understand how upset you are" you soothed but you were soon shoved further to the side.

"NO. You don't understand how I feel! You're just a normal person, things like this don't matter to you. You know nothing!" Neymar exploded and you began to reach your breaking point.

"Grow up! I'm trying to help you and you start shouting for no reason. When you finally stop being rude, come talk to me but I will not tolerate being spoken to like that" you replied calmly but he could sense the irritation and the icing on the cake was when you slammed the door.

He slumped on the bed and thought over the outburst he just had.

A little while later, you were making dinner when Neymar walked in. You were eating your hips gently to the song playing in your head phones and he came up behind you and put his hands on your hips and put one earbud in his ear.

You gasped lightly as he had scared you and you felt him put his head on you shoulder.

"I'm sorry meu amor, I know you were only trying to help, I was just frustrated." He kissed your cheek and you turned your head to look at him.

"I forgive you, just don't do that again because I won't tolerate it." You held up the wooden spoon threateningly and he laughed as you continued with the cooking and danced together to take his mind off his injury.

A/N- I was so upset when we couldn't see him and Messi unite on the pitch earlier this year, hopefully they can soon. Keep requesting, I'll try and do them ASAP! Thank you for all the support on this book! I would never have believed I would get 2k readers, so I'm so happy!!!
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