Neymar Imaginesx

Griezmann's Sister P4

Antoine's POV

I woke up with the worst headache.  I turned to my left and right in bed, I saw a strange girl in my bed.  Her arms were wrapped around my stomach and her head was on my chest.  I looked at my phone with missed texts and calls.  I grabbed it next to the girl's head.  I was scrolling through my phone to see texts about last night.  

What even happened last night? I had to call Fernando to ask him what happened.  

Yo Antoine my man how are you?! Great night last night

Fernando? What happened? I woke up to a random girl in bed with me.  

That is the girl you left with.  Her name is Danielle. You and her were on top of each other during the whole night. You got drunk and so did she. SO I am just guessing that you guys fucked.  

I can't believe it.  Wait where is my sister? 

I am not sure.  I was talking to her during the night and she left.  I don't know who with.  

This is bad. I got to go.  I'll see you later

I hung up the phone really quick.  I have to call Abella.  I dialed her number and waited for her to pick up.  She never picked up.  I was beginning to stress out about her, where could she be?  The girl next to me woke up.  She smiled, "Hey handsome..." 

I smirked, "Good Morning.. do you remember what happened?"  

She smirked and got closer to my face, "Of course.  You were on top of me the whole night cutie.."  

My eyes got big, "Do you know who I am?" She nodded, "Of course Antoine.  I support Atletico.  You are quite a cutie.  You are good in bed.. How about we continue this another time?"  She got up without any clothes on.  She grabbed my nike hoodie, "I am going to take this... And one of your shirts.." 

She slipped on her bra.  I looked at her body top to bottom, "Wait.. Don't put anything on.."  She smirked and bit her lower lip, "Round Two?"  I smiled, "Of course.." 

Abella's POV

My head was hurting a bit.  I wake up to hearing some spanish music downstairs and my phone was vibrating on the bed.  It was my brother.  I decided not to answer him.  He didn't even worry about me yesterday.  

I walked down the stairs to see Neymar dancing and cooking in the kitchen.  Neymar turned to look at me, "How are you this fine morning?!"   He was so happy and I couldn't stop laughing at his dancing.  

He smirked, "Here you go madame."  He handed me some eggs and pancakes.  He blew a kiss, "How is your head?" I nodded, "It is fine.  Why are you so happy?"  He shrugged, "I have to have a reason to be happy? You should live your life to be happy.  Life shouldn't be about bad times.  You should worry about the good times.."  

I smiled, "Very true.  I wish I could live like that.  I have so much stress in my life."  

Neymar shrugged, "Stress shouldn't be there.  Live your life day by day.  Don't let the bad things or bad times get in the way of happiness and love..  I was born happy not perfect remember that ..."