Just Friends - Neymar Jr

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I woke up, rubbing my eyes and rolling over in Neymar's grip. I was in Neymar's grip. Panicking, I tried pushing him off me.
"Neymar. Neymar move," I shook him slightly.
He tightened his grip, smiling as he opened his eyes.

"Princesa, you good?" he asked looking concerned.
"This isn't how it was meant to go. We shouldn't have done this, I-"
"Linda, linda, chill. Everything's cool," he interrupted as he shuffled backwards to see me better.

Now that his arms were no longer around me, I grabbed the nearest piece of clothing, it being a baggy t-shirt, and wore that whilst I looked around for my own clothes.

He sat up sideways, leaning on his elbow, "Amelia stop. You're not just going like that."
"But you don't understand. We were meant to talk, try see if we could resolve things and then slowly maybe recreate whatever it was we used to have. It can't happen over night, this was a mistake I-"

"Do you regret it?" He asked me seriously.
The line on my forehead due to me stressing, disappeared as I smiled, "No."
He got up, kissing my forehead, "Good, neither do I."

He handed me the rest of my stuff then opened the door to the en suite, "My stuffs kinda... everywhere. But do whatever you need to get ready."
I smiled again, despite it being around eight in the morning. What was he doing to me?
"Thank you."
He flashed me a smile before walking over to his wardrobe as I shut the door gently.

I placed my clothes on the toilet lid and let the shower run for a few minutes as I slipped out the tshirt and tested the water before stepping in.

I knew I shouldn't of done it, he was going to think everything was okay now. But I wanted things to be okay between us so maybe this is good?

It shouldn't of happened like this though and I hope he doesn't think this would become a regular thing. I'm not going to date him straight away, it would be strictly friends with maybe a bit of flirting if I can't help myself but never like this.

What did this make me? I slept with my ex who cheated on me and I haven't seen properly for about a year. Why did he still have this power over me after all this time? Why do I always give in to everything he says?

"Amelia! Hurry up man!" I heard him shout, making me roll my eyes.
I finished everything and wrapped myself in a towel, poking my head out the door.
"Do you need the bathroom?" I asked confused as he stayed sat on top of the covers. It's weird but I always liked that he made his bed, I know it's a little thing but the fact he's famous and in a hotel where cleaners would do it for you and he still does it just goes to show how humble he is.

He grinned, "No, I'm just bored by myself."
"We're not repeating any of this," I said sternly, referring to last night.
He held his hands up in defense, "Woah, woah! I meant to innocently chill and watch TV or something. Why are you so dirty minded? God..."
I raised an eyebrow at his sarcasm and heard him burst out laughing as I shut the bathroom door to get dressed.

I managed to find a hairbrush and dryer in there as well and dried it as much as I could be bothered to before gathering my stuff up and leaving the room.

He was still laying on top of the covers with his hands behind his head and looked confused when he saw me start to put my shoes on.
"Are you going?" he sat up.
"Yeah. I've got things to do and you probably have training, don't you?"
"I skipped training," he shrugged.
"What? Neymar it's the Olympics, you can't just decide not to train," I scolded, no longer tying my shoes and just sat on the floor.

"I've just had a terrible injury Amelia," he rolled his eyes playfully, "They won't care."
"You're representing your country Neymar."
"And I'll be doing that for the next month. Who knows when I'd next be speaking to you?"

"Could've literally been talking for the last four months but you didn't want that," I said, still feeling a little annoyed.
"Lindaaa," he groaned, walking over to me and offering a hand to pull me up, "It's done now, we can't change it and we needed a little break."
"I know," I mumbled into his chest as he hugged me, placing his chin on my head.
"Do you have to leave?" He asked.

I thought about it for a moment. I didn't want to rush things but that had sort of gone out the window so it can't get much worse.
"I could stay for a bit longer," I finally decided and watched as he grinned.

He turned the tv on whilst I flopped onto the bed after kicking my shoes off. He moved my arm so he could sit up against the headboard beside me.
"For real, like no bullshit, I've genuinely missed you melia," he admitted, playing with a few strands of my hair.
I pulled my head out the pillows it was buried in, smiling up at him, "I guess you could say I missed you too."

He laughed, rolling his eyes, "Shut up, everyone knows you missed me way too much."
I hugged him loosely around his waist, "I did."