Bleeding Love [Antoine Griezmann & Neymar]

Chapter XVII

It was 8:00 a.m. and I had just gotten back to Rio de Janeiro. I should had been here an hour ago but I missed my plane and I was lucky enough to catch another one that was going to leave in the next hour, I was very luck indeed I even could take another flight, all of them are totally full.

A man in his fifty's had a sign with my name written on it, waiting for me outside the airport. The city was a chaos somehow, the traffic was awful and there were so many people wearing either France or Ecuador jersey.

After an hour and a half we finally got to the hotel, I thanked him and paid him just before I got out of the car. I went inside, straight to my room. I hadn't slept in more than twenty four hours and the night before I barely had any sleep because we went partying, so in two days I had barely gotten four hours of sleep.

I texted Antoine when the plane landed so he knew I had gotten to Rio but I was too tired to go to his room right now, I would see him soon anyway. Luckily their match wasn't the first one of the day, so I could sleep a few hours until we had to leave.

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I hadn't even realized I had fallen asleep until I was woken up by loud banging on my door, I put the pillow over my head to cover my ears, but the banging didn't stop and whoever was outside, started calling my name over and over again.

I sighed in frustration, giving up. I threw the pillow to the floor and rushed to the door, which was a bad idea because when I stood up everything went black for a few seconds but everything went back to normal when I closed my eyes tightly and stopped in my tracks for a bit.

"Yes?" I snapped in a still sleepy tone as I opened the door.

"Good to see you are back." Karim said excitedly.

"I was sleeping." I snapped again as I rubbed my eyes.

"Yeah, I can see that."

"What do you want?"

"Well, it's almost time for us to go, we called you, texted you but nothing, we were worried." Karim said in a fake worried tone. "So I volunteered to check on you."

"What time is it?"

"2:45."

"What?" I exclaimed in surprised. "It can't be that late."

"It is and you better get ready, eat something and then we leave." He told me like a mother tells his children before going out for an important meeting or something. "How was it with your family?"

"Great." I said sarcastically.

"Was it that good?" He asked with a frown knowing a bit of my family.

"Same stuff, my mother and her sisters mostly are a pain the ass." I said shrugging. "My uncle and his kids are the best, though."

"I'm sorry that Italy got disqualified."

"It's okay, I've gotten over it by now." I said shrugging. "But you guys better not disappoint me!" I said with a smile.

"Of course we won't!" He said with an identical smile to mine. "Now get ready and I'll see you later."

"Good luck!"

"Thanks."

Karim finally left. I closed the door and sighed, I still wanted to sleep more. But I took a shower, got dressed in a pair of light blue jeans and the France jersey with Antoine's name written on the back of course, I brushed my soaking wet hair and just dried it a bit with the towel and then left it down so it could dry naturally.

I hadn't eaten since dinner last night so as soon as I stepped out of the shower, my stomach started grumbling loudly. I hurried to get ready so I could go to the restaurant as soon as possible.