this was my favourite part to write and i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it.
third person's pov
'antoine, we can't keep doing this.' says chloé as she zips up her jeans as he puts his shirt back on.
'i mean this, it isn't good for our friendship and my relationship. we are practically nothing more than friends with benefits, it's fun but i'm getting married soon! i'm a cheater antoine, i don't want to be one. we are literally just having sex with no feelings involved.'
"no feelings involved", those three words hit antoine like a brick. he honestly thought they was something more than just sex, the way she ran his hands through his hair, the way she kissed his neck, there was passion, there was lust. when he came all the way to barcelona in the spur of the moment just to see her. when she opened the door, car keys in hand as well, ready to go to madrid to see antoine.
there is something about them that is more than just 'friends with benefits'. the way she smiles when he kisses each other, the way he touches her body so carefully as if it's something so delicate and precious, the way they entwine their fingers when they kiss. that thing is love, and they are both so lost and confused by it. they are acting like teenagers when they fall in love for the first time. antoine is so in love with her that it's so slowly breaking him as he watches her with another man. and chloé, her feelings are just all over the place but her head is sticking to neymar. she keeps denying the idea of her even loving antoine that way. her heart is saying antoine but her head is saying neymar.
if you saw them in the street, the way they are with each other at home, you would have to smile. they are that couple you read in books, that were best friends since birth, fall in love during their teenage years, get married, have a family then grow old together.
meanwhile antoine's doing his hair, chloé does nothing but admire him, she looks at him with so much love that even she doesn't realise it. when antoine admitted to her about that one time he kissed her was because he had feelings for her, she laughed it off, she didn't want him finding out she once had feelings for him as well.
'what do you think?' asks antoine, pointing to his hair. chloé looks at him smiling, taking in his features. his amazing blue eyes that sometimes show hits of emerald green when he's in the sunshine. his hair that was ruined at one point by that ugly blond dye, but is now back to it's light brown, so soft to touch. antoine's got that kind of hair that doesn't need any gel or mousse it just naturally looks good. his lips, so soft and kissable. his cheekbones-
'chloé? why are you staring at me?' asks antoine, snapping chloé out of her thought.
'huh? um? what?' says chloé, mentally slapping herself.
'i asked you how does my hair look?'
'oh right, sorry. it looks great.' she says smiling looking at him.
chloé is confused about everything right now, about antoine, about neymar but it's quite simple actually,
she's head of heels in love with antoine griezmann.
so does anyone still ship chloé and neymar?
also i get people tweeting me and dming me on Twitter saying about story saying about when i'm updating next or about chloé and antoine it honestly makes my day!
