Hockey Imagines

My Babies | Nico Hischier

#13, Center for the New Jersey Devils
Word Count: 2.4 K

"I can still see that dress you were wearing
With those yellow wildflowers
I can still smell that vanilla in your hair when
I was spinning you around
We just met and I knew then
But I couldn't say it out loud
So we just swayed while the music played
Kinda like we're doing right now"
- "Forever To Go", Chase Rice

"Imagine the night we met. We never thought we would be here now." I tell Nico as I rest my head against his chest, the steady sound of his heartbeat calming me.

"I know. It's crazy." He agrees, gently kissing my temple. "But I wouldn't change a thing. Not about how we met, or where we are now. I wouldn't trade it for a single thing."

"Y/N! Girl, what is taking you so long?" Hannah yells, pounding on the door. "Other people need to use the bathroom!"

I rest my head against the wall, trying my best to not feel so lightheaded. Holy hell, I feel like complete shit. Being around the loud music and the migraine I have don't help.

"Give me a minute, Han." I mumble, swiping at my mouth.

I can hear the annoyance in her voice. "Whatever. I'll be outside." I hear her stomping fade away and sigh. You would think she would be more understanding. But, of course, she's pissed that I ruined this concert, and her from meeting her future hookups.

I flush the toilet and stand, squeezing my eyes shut. It's fine. I'll make it through this festival. Then, I can go home and sleep this off.

I stumble out of the bathroom and immediately into warm arms. "Whoa. Are you okay?" An accented voice asks as the man who caught me wraps his arms securely around me.

I look up to see soft brown eyes having down at me in concern. "Are you okay?" He asks again, gently letting go of me. He keeps close, though, in case I stumble again.

"Yeah. Just feeling lightheaded, is all." I admit.

He frowns. "Do you want to sit down? Here." He takes my hand in his and leads me over to a bench a few feet away, helping me sit down. "Do you feel better now?" He asks, moving to squat in front of me so we're eye-to-eye.

"A little." I admit, rubbing at my temples.

He takes a seat beside me. "I'm going to stay with you and make sure you're feeling okay, if that's alright with you. I wouldn't be able to stand myself if I left you like this."

"Thank you." I whisper as he gently pulls me closer and has me rest my head on his shoulder. I sigh in content. I may have just met this man, but he already feels like home. And it helps that he smells amazing.

"I'm Nico, by the way."

"I'm Y/N."

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N. I wish it had been under better circumstances, but I'm glad I was here to make sure you're okay."

"Me, too. Thanks again, Nico."

"Of course. Is it a headache?"

I nod. "I get really bad migraines, and I forgot to take my meds for them this morning. Being around the blasting music doesn't help."

He nods in understanding. "Well, I'll hang out with you here, if you're okay with that. I don't want to leave you alone."

I smile up at him. "I would love that. Thank you, Nico. No one has ever cared about me this much."