Tennis Imagines

Jannik Sinner

You tried to pretend that you were fine. As if you weren't slowly falling apart, but you were. As you sat next to Jannik trying to hold yourself together, things only got worse and you knew it. You could feel it, you were about to burst.

''Jannik, can you pass me the salt?'' Shanice said while smiling, ''you know to loosen me up,'' she added. But before Jannik could get the salt you grabbed it instead. ''Here, if you want to loosen up you should ask your boyfriend instead of mine,'' you murmured as you placed the salt in front of her. Shanice raised her eyebrows, ''someone is jealous here'' she nagged. She grabbed the salt and Jannik raised his eyebrows too. ''Was that really necessary?'' he asked.

You shrugged your shoulders, ''I can't help it that you're too caught up in Shanice's ass to see that she wants you in bed,'' you replied while grabbing yourself another glass of wine. ''Yeah and maybe you're too caught up in the alcohol to know your limits,'' he said as he grabbed the bottle of wine and put it away from you. You felt the anger rise in you.

''Maybe you should mind your own business and not mine,'' you replied as you signed Felix, one of Jannik's best friends, to hand you his bottle. ''After all, you're supposed to be my boyfriend and not my dad'' you said as you thankfully looked at Felix when he handed you his. ''What are you on? You're acting ridiculous,'' Jannik answered as he looked at you pouring yourself another glass. Boiling. Hold yourself together.

''Well maybe if you were concerned about my health being instead of Shanice's you could've known what I am on,'' you replied. Jannik almost spit his drink out as you said that, causing several eyes on the table to look at the two of you. ''You're talking rubbish, and you're passing limits here'' Jannik whispered. ''For one night act like you actually are happy to be here and not cause a scene'' he added as he smiled at his friends.

That's it. You had enough. You stood up from your seat and grabbed your purse. ''We're over'' you said and with that, you tried to leave the room, but you could hear that Jannik was following you. ''Seriously y/n? What is your problem?'' Jannik said as he quickly made his way to you.

''My problem is you'' you answered and you turned around, tears were filling up in your eyes but not because of sadness but because of anger. ''Me?'' Jannik answered, confused and noticeable shocked by your tears. ''You're always with Shanice, never with me. While I need you the most and you just keep on ignoring me, avoiding me'' you whispered.

For a second, you caught Jannik of guard. The two of you had been dating for four years now. You were high school sweethearts and you had met him at the Rafael Nadal Academy, but the last year something changed. When your mother passed away, you needed him. But he was never there, he was always playing tennis, practicing with his friends on court and when he wasn't on court he would be hanging out with friends. You were sick of it. Sick of having to pretend in front of your friends and his, that everything was okay. That you were fine and not slowly sinking.

''Have I seriously avoided you? I don't recall you ever asking for me to be there for you,'' Jannik answered in genuine disbelief. You rolled your eyes and angrily whipped off your tears. ''Don't play stupid. You're a fucking idiot. I've texted you probably a million times asking you if you would just stay home with me, on the sofa, just the two of us'' you cried.

Jannik didn't know what to say for a split second. You didn't want to leave him, you wanted to be with him more than he could ever imagine. But you were tired to fight for his attention, to fight for him just spending time with you. Every time you would try and tell him about the sadness and pain you had been experiencing from the mourn of your mother, he talked over you. And it hurt.

''But I did stay home with you?'' Jannik replied eventually, ''not that when I do you're fun all the time? You're always sad, always want to talk about the heavy things in life. Maybe that's the problem between us,'' he said as he looked at you, ''the fun we had in our relationship is gone. We never laugh together,''. It's true, the fun was gone. Because most of your days were grey. You didn't know how to go on with life without your mother there and you knew that someday you had to move on with life and had to go on, but you just weren't ready yet.