NHL Imagines

Mats Zuccarello

Your worst fucking nightmare. Today. The day you were supposed to feel like a princess, the happiest you've ever felt. Your day. The day you marry the love of your life, or so you thought.

Flashback:
You were in your hotel room, wedding dress on, makeup and hair done, all by yourself just getting ready for the big day. In less than 20 minutes you would be saying I do.

Suddenly there was a soft knock at your door before it creaked open and in walked your fiancé, soon to be husband.

"Hey Y/N, you look beautiful." You said quietly.

"Thank you, but what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the church already?" You asked very confused as to what was going on.

"Yeah about that, listen." He took a deep breath and long pause before continuing. " back when I was on that business trip to the Bahamas back in June, I met someone and we just clicked. The chemistry was just there for her and I and I think somewhere along the way we lost that chemistry. What I'm saying is I don't know if I love you anymore and I'm just calling this off. Good bye Y/N." He said calmly and walked away leaving you stunned and speechless, in a bad way.

End of Flashback.

So now, here you were, sitting on the train in Manhattan in your wedding dress, hair still perfectly done, makeup smeared from crying and the ends of your dress almost black from being dragged around the dirty streets. No one even stopped you. You mostly got looks that suggested you were a drug addict, other were sympathetic ones, but not very many. You mostly looked like a druggie.

You were balling your eyes out, your head in your hands, not knowing were you were going on the streets on New York.

A very handsome man walked up to you and gently placed a hand on your shoulder causing you to look up. The bus you were on was empty, even the bus driver was getting off. You had no energy to do so.

"What's wrong, sweetie? He asked kindly and like a gentleman, not trying to push anything.

You finally calmed down your sobs just enough to cough out a decent sentence. "Today is my wedding day and my fiancé told me he's been cheating on me for almost a year and he doesn't love me anymore. He broke up with me 20 minutes before the ceremony."

"Oh my god. I am so sorry to hear that. I-I don't even know what to say." He said, still sitting very close to you with an arm around you.

"And I look awful! I look like a meth addict and no one wants to even help me. I don't know where to go! I live on Long Island but I don't have any way to get there and I don't know where I am." You rambled on.

"In my opinion, you look stunning. Absolutely beautiful and whoever your fiancé was is an utter dick and I would beat him up for you if I saw him." He said proudly and you laughed a little. "My apartment is just down the block from here. If you are comfortable doing so, I have a guest bedroom and I mean no harm, ma'am." He said and for some reason, you trusted this man.

As you both tried to stand up, your knees became weak and you sat back down immediately. You had no strength to even walk. Before you knew it there were two very strong arms around you and you being carried like a bride to this mans apartment, literally.

You got plenty of strange looks, but this is New York. The city filled with wacky people, so some people didn't even turn heads.

When you reached the mans, VERY expensive looking apartment building, you remained in his arms even in the elevator. You were still crying, silently though.

When you got to his room, he laid you down in his bed and began to undress you. Not in any sexual way. At all. That wasn't even on his mind. He wouldn't ever think doing something like that to you.

He took your hair down and started the tub for you. He then helped you to get in and, still, you had no energy. He began to wash you hair, then take a warm cloth for all the smeared makeup on your face and very gently, as if not to break you, he helped you out and wrapped you in a towel and carried you back to the bed. There, he took your towel off, and placed some nice, warm, and very good smelling clothes on you. A team Norway long sleeved t-shirt that was really big on you, and some of his boxers. Once you were all dressed, you sat up and he brushed your hair until it was all smooth. He went to get up to show you the guest bedroom and you just engulfed him in the biggest hug you've ever given anyone. He held onto you tight and you cried into his chest. Not crying about the wedding mishap, just crying because of how thankful you are this happened.

Still hugging, he whispered into the crook of your neck. "My name is Mats."

"I cannot begin to thank you. This is just.. I-I can't, just - words can't describe how thankful I am for you."

"My pleasure. It breaks my heart to see you like this." He confessed, still gripping onto your petite body.

"Come. I'll show you the guest room."

"Can I just stay with you." You said simply.

"I would love that, but only if you are comforta-"

"Please." You cut him off.

He took your small hand in his big one as he undid the comforter for you to get in before getting in on his side and you rested your head on his chest before he kissed the top of your head, thinking you were asleep.

Authors Note!
I don't even know what this is it's not even good ugh but it kinda like cut off at a bad time so if you want me to do part 2 I can.