NHL Imagines(REQUESTS OPEN)

{#4}Patrick Kane-Danielle

I just wanna say you have a really pretty name okay.

Whisky and Scrambled eggs

Patrick and you have been together for about a year. But lately Patrick has been coming home later and later. Now you weren't in anyway a clingy person and you understood that Pat came home late after games, since he was at the bar with the team. But now he's been coming home later and later and you were sick of it.

Pat walked in at around 2 in the morning, silently taking off his shoes and putting his wallet, key and phone down, careful to not wake you. He assumed that he could just slowly slip in bed and you would have never known a thing. But he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the living room light on and you sitting on the couch waiting up for him.

"Danielle? Shouldn't you be asleep?" He whispered.

"Are you cheating on me?"

"I uh...Um..."He hung his head and played with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Seriously?" You said as you got up and pushed passed the 5'10 hockey player and out the door.

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To say that Pat has been a wreck without you would be an understatement, the kid was like the titanic when it hit the iceberg. He couldn't get out of bed, and when he did he was pouring himself another glass of Whisky. He ditched practices, showed up as a 'Healthy-scratch' for Q. But he wasn't healthy. He was broken, he was lost without you. Jon knew he wasn't cheating on you, hell all those late nights were spent with Jonathan and not some girl. So here Jonathan is trying to drag Kane's sorry ass out of bed and into the shower while all Kane wanted to do was sit there and stare at the small black box and cry. Jonathan finally decided that enough was enough, if it wasnt for the sake of the team, who had been going on a 10 game losing streak since Patrick and you broke up, then it was for Patrick himself. Jon left and called you to explain everything.

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After about two hours of trying to fall asleep, Pat finally fell asleep, on his side of the bed; your side still made just the way you left it. It didn't take long until Patrick's stomach woke him up, you knew that the blonde hockey player was like a puppy dog. He needed to eat at odd hours at night. Many times as well.

So Patrick stumbled down the stairs smelling the Scrambled eggs and came face to face with you.

"Im so sorry Patty" You mumbled wrapping your arms around your boyfriend. "I should have given you a chance to explain.  He shook his head.

"No i get why you jumped to conclusions, I would have too." He whimpered into your shoulder; crying.

"Shhhh eat please I know you're hungry" You whispered guiding him to the table.

"I love you" He said as he dug in.