"I came back!" ; Stephen Curry (Practice Story)

Chapter 2. Four Years

Stephen Pov.

"C'mon baby, we're going to be late." Georgia says, clasping her earring.

I look up at her from my position on the couch.

"I'm ready. I've been waiting for you." I tell her.

My fiancé of three years looks at me and giggles. The sound makes me sick to my stomach.

"You'll need to learn to agree with me when we're married." She tuts.

The fuck is she on.

The thought of being called her husband physically hurts me. Knowing the life I could've had with people I love. The person I love.

I haven't spoken to my parents since I left Charlotte. I couldn't forgive them. I blamed them, mostly my father for causing this whole mess.

Here's a run down of what happened after I left the love of my life in that hospital bed.

I packed up all my belongings and left to my godmothers house which was little outside of Charlotte.

I stayed there till the draft and when I was picked as a point guard for the Golden State Warriors. The next seven years of my life was planned.

Arthur, aka the man in the top hat came to see me. I was allowed my freedom. I could live by myself, have my own career independently. But. I'd have to pose as his daughters partner throughout.

So now I am her fiancé after being her 'boyfriend' for a year. Soon to be her husband then ex husband.

It's all very soap opera chic.

"We aren't actually together Georgia. Get that through your head." I snap getting up.

"We might as well be. Who knows, when the time comes for us to divorce you may well be in love with me." She winks.

Doubtful.

Instead of arguing with her I just hum in response. Tonight was about Klay and Sophie. No one else. In all honesty I never thought I'd see the day Klay finally proposed. He was always scared of commitment. Me and Dray had to have a three hour talk with him about how, if he really loves Sophie then he shouldn't be scared of proposing. He still was of course but just a couple of weeks later, he popped the question. Dray and me helped, though we gave him all the credit.

"You ready?" I ask, tapping my foot against the floor. She smiles a sickly smile before nodding. Just before I leave her apartment I look outside the window.

Paparazzi.

Reluctantly I clasp arms with Georgia and she tucks herself into me. I recoil making us seem like a stick couple but I don't care. Cameras flash all around me and the fucking journalists come too damn close.

My breath gets knocked out of my as I rush to the car, practically dragging Georgia with me. I haven't overcome my anxiety yet.

Yes I was finally diagnosed. No more calling it a 'condition'. It's anxiety. I'm not going to lie and say I'm not ashamed of it because I am. It embarrassing. I'm a grown ass man, a twenty three year old should not be losing their breath in a goddamn crowd.

One we get seated Georgia glares at me and scoffs. "Get a fucking grip you twink."

"I'm sorry would you rather me answer their questions? Mr Curry where did you meet? When did you meet? When did you know you loved her? Would you rather me tell them the truth. That you are a cheap ass gold digger who doesn't know her ass from her elbow?" I retort and she shuts up.

Good god.

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When we get to Klay's house I don't bother opening the door for her. I just get out of the car and go in. It may be rude but honestly I don't fucking care. Lately, I don't know what it is but I've been hit with a real reality check.