Until Then. // denis shapovalov - sascha zverev

4.6 - SOS

Willow's POV

The music is too loud in here as I take a drink from my glass of a mixed drink some random girl ordered for me. It was blue and the glass was cold. I watch water travel down from the sides of the glass and stain the table. After we got to the club, Alex ran into all of his old friends and I let him disappear into the crowd. I didn't want to hold him back. He hasn't seen his friends in awhile and I wanted him to have fun.

My phone lights up and I look down at it, seeing a text notification from Domi. Thank goodness. I texted him nearly twenty minutes ago.

Domi: I'm sorry to hear that... is he still not with you?

Willa: Nope. I have no idea where he is but it's fine I don't want to interrupt him and his friends. I'm just bored and everyone here seems grouped off.

Domi: You should watch out if it's his old mates.

Willa: But I don't wanna have to keep an eye on him... I should trust him right?

Domi: Yes... I guess... where are you rn?

Willa: Halo I think?

Domi: I'll swing by in ten.

Willa: Wait

Willa: No

Willa: You're here?!

Willa: Why didn't you tell me

Willa: I thought you were staying in Florida

Willa: You better not be joking

I put down my phone and squeal to myself, taking my glass and chugging it, letting the bitter taste of hard alcohol travel straight down my throat.

Dom's POV

I'm at the mini golf studio a couple minutes away from the house with my brother. We were finishing up our fourth round and third pizza. The mini golf play was quite busy for a Friday night, filled with people of different ages. There was a birthday party going on, on one side of the room, and dates going on, on the other side of the room. I stare at a couple who are goofing off, swatting each other's golf balls away from the hole. I smile to myself, thinking about Willow and when I took her here after practice last year. She was so bad at golf. So bad. I don't think I could name anyone worse than her. But she was so cute when she stumbled around and tripped over all the props, I always forgave her for trying her hardest.

"It's your turn," Moritz says, nudging me with his plastic putter. "Try and beat mine."

I look at where his golf ball is and scoff, pretending to do a couple of squats and lunges to fool around before swinging at the neon blue ball. It's not even close to the hole and I receive a loud chuckle response from Moritz.

I wish Willow was here. I think to myself.

"What?" Moritz says. "Why? So she could beat you too?"

Shit, did I just say that out loud? I try to laugh to cover my slip-up. "So I could win at least one round the boost my confidence. Damn, when did you get so good at putt-putt?"

"Lena and I come here all the time," Moritz shrugs, lining up his shot perfectly. "Yes," he says as the golf ball rolls perfectly into the hole. "Alright, Domi. Try and top that."