Just Friends - Neymar Jr

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Neymar POV:
For some reason, I couldn't fall asleep. I stayed staring at the ceiling in the dark with Amelia's light breathing being the only source of sound. My arm was still wrapped around her as her back leaned into my stomach and her head on my chest. God, how I missed her.

She was so beautiful, it made my stomach hurt. I knew she could be taken the moment she wanted to, guys would practically queue up to date a girl like her. She was funny, pretty; the dream girl.

I knew on the outside I wasn't unattractive but the way I treated her shows that maybe I'm unattractive on the inside. For months I couldn't even bare to look at myself in the mirror, I was ugly. It still kept me up at night now, wondering what came over me to do her like that.

I feel selfish for trying to return to her life, I shouldn't be allowed to be part of it. I don't deserve to be a part of it. But I couldn't live without her. I need her.

"Ney?" her tired voice pulled me from my thoughts and my gaze, from the ceiling to her pretty face.
"Mhm?" I hummed in response, not really paying attention and just admiring her features.

She turned to face my body, looking up at me, "Can we make a deal that if we get bored, we just break up with each other before tryna do things with other people? I get it will be hard but it's harder having to deal with-"
I kissed her then. I don't know why but I just did. All our problems seemed to melt away as she hesitated before kissing me back.

I pulled away first, leaning my forehead on hers as we both caught our breath, trying to hide our smiles.
"I'll never get bored of you and there's no need for that deal. Okay?"
She nodded and I kissed her forehead before wrapping my arms around her shoulders as she snaked her own around my waist.

All I wanted to do was tell her I love you and goodnight but I couldn't. In almost every conversation we've had recently I've felt the urge just to say it but I know I can't, whether it's true or not. I didn't want her to feel like I was rushing things or feel pressured to say it back again yet.

I watched as her naturally long lashes fluttered close and felt her breathing even out as she fell asleep again.

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Amelia POV:
I woke up, my body had slidden down the mattress a bit as I slept but Neymar's arms were still wrapped around my shoulders as he sat up against the backboard. I rubbed my eyes, looking up at him and having to fight a smile. How could he still look good at 8am?

"Hey," he said, returning my giddy smile.
"Hey. You look tired, did you sleep?" I asked, concerned.
He shook his head, "No, it's fine though."
"You could've pushed me off you if-"
He laughed, "Shut up, are you crazy?"
"What?"
He messed my hair up, "Man, I've missed your dumbass."

"Dumbass? Are you American now?" I laughed.
He shook his head again, this time grinning, "Nope, not American."
"Not American? What are you then?"
"Your future husband," he smirked.
I rolled my eyes as I laughed, "The rizz is unreal."
"Only for you."

I raised an eyebrow before we both let out our laughter at his cringyness. I missed this.

"What you got going on today?" I asked leaning my head on his chest again.
He ran his hand through my hair as he spoke, "Nothing. I have to go to physiotherapy this afternoon but I can't practice or anything for another two days."
I smiled, "Remember when I was the physiotherapist?"
"Yeah, I used to get hurt on purpose," he smirked as I rolled my eyes, laughing.

"It was fun. I miss it a bit," I admitted.
"Why did you quit then?" he asked as I just looked at him dumbfounded.
"Memory is a bit hazy but if I remember correctly, you cheated on me," I laughed awkwardly as his mouth formed the shape of an 'o'.

"Oh yeah... It didn't mean you had to quit though," he scratched the back of his neck.
"Let's not talk about this, I'd prefer us to stay on good terms," I laughed, patting his shoulder before getting out of my side of the bed.

I felt his eyes on me as I walked over to the wardrobe.
"You know I regret it and will continue to regret it for the rest of my life?"
"Can we not?" I turned to face him, my good mood getting spoilt by the second.

"I'm just saying that obviously I was in the wrong but if I could take it back, I would."
"Well you can't so what are you getting from telling me this?" I crossed my arms, feeling fed up.

I hated that I was the one who was vulnerable whenever we spoke about it. He might not have meant it but every word that came out his mouth just sounded patronising. He's been asking for us to move forward and we do, but now he wants to bring it up again?

"I didn't mean for it to sound like-"
"Neymar, please? I asked for us to not talk about this anymore," I turned back around to examine the contents of where my clothes had been messily tucked away.

I felt hands snake around my waist from behind me and soon his head was on my shoulder, "I'm sorry princesa."

I barely spared him a quick glance as it took everything in me to act like he didn't make me weak in the knees whilst I pretended to still be searching for something to wear.

He kissed my cheek before leaning his bony chin on my head, making me step away from him and causing him to laugh as he pulled me in for a proper hug with me facing him this time.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, still holding me in a tight embrace.
I sighed, "I am too. I don't mean to be uptight about it, I just hate that you have the power by being the one that cheated, if you get what I mean? Like obviously I'm not saying I wanted to cheat but I just feel hopeless, you're saying all these things but I have nothing to say to contribute. What do I even say? Cool? Good for you?"

He nodded, "I get what you mean and to be honest, you didn't even need to explain yourself. You have the right to be uptight about it, I was a dick."
"Was?" I smirked.
He gasped mockingly before tickling my sides, "Yes! It was one slip up. I'm a changed man!"
I laughed, "Mhm, let's see how long this lasts."

He looked at me deadpan, "Shut up. For real, all jokes aside, it's not gonna happen again."
"Better not. I still feel like you deserve a slap or two so I'll reserve them just in case," I laughed.
He pulled a face in disgust, "You don't need to reserve them because it won't happen again. Just use them now."

"You want me to slap you?" I stifled a laugh.
"Yes, hurry up!" He squeezed his eyes shut.
I looked at my hand and then back to him. It was tempting but I felt bad. The time for it had been and gone.

"No, I feel bad now."
"Oh my days! I was bracing for the impact for nothing!"
I laughed, "Okay, okay. Get ready."
He shut his eyes tight again as I bit my lip to stop me from keeling over with laughter at the sight of him, scared of a slap.
"Okay. Three, two-"
I slapped him on his right cheek, not too hard but not pathetically weak and he held it in pain.

"Jesus! What did I do to you?" He shouted, fanning his face because of the sting.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Shit, yeah. Don't answer that, I said it out of reflex."
I laughed through my nose due to me holding it in for so long, he then laughed at my laugh and soon we were holding on to each other so as not to fall over. It was like we were sixteen all over again.

We knew it was going to be easy, lots of things happened along the way but we always came back to each other. Hell, I moved across the world at seventeen and he still managed to find his way back to me. Then he had a kid, I had problems with my work, and of course, the Frisco drama and then the biggest issue of them all, him cheating on me. But no matter what happened or happens, no matter how he changed or I changed, I would never be able to let him go. That's what scared me.