OCTOBER || T.Z

🎵 | IN THE SPOTLIGHT

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Fans poured out of the Honda Center arena happy with the 4 - 1 Ducks win. I stayed inside with Mal, Alex, and Wes as I anxiously awaited Trevor to come out and greet us. I would have some doubtful thoughts here and there such as, "What if he doesn't show up?"

Mal rested her hand on my shoulder, "I'm sure he will." She looked around, people still everywhere. "Just stay alert for people screaming 'Oh my God! It's Trevor Zegras'! That's how we know he's close by."

I rolled my eyes as I tried my hardest to stop the smile that threatened to break through. It didn't help that my cheeks now flushed with bright red heat against my already pale skin. "How will he even be able to find me through this crowd of people? There's like at least tens of thousands of people here."

Wes then looked behind me and smiled, "Like that."

I turned around at the squeals that broke through the crowd. Before I could grasp what was happening, a sweaty suited up Trevor Zegras emerged through the valley of fans in awe around him. Some asked for pictures, some asked for autographs, and the others were too stunned by his presence to do anything.

My heart rate rapidly sped up as either a pit formed in my stomach or the butterflies had come back. His sky-blue eyes were fixated on me as a smile grew on his face. "Hayden Clarke," he said, both enthusiasm and a New York accent slipping from his voice. "It's so nice to see you again after all this time."

A nervous smile made itself present on my face as he went in for the hug. Oh, okay! I thought as he wrapped his arms around me. As I embraced him, two things stood out to me. The first thing was our height distance. The last time I went to the doctor's office in February, the nurse told me I stood at 5'4 and 3/4 — which is oddly specific. Since then I've assumed that I've grown to be about 5'5. Trevor stood at around 6'0, at least according to Google, and he looked it. Compared to me, at least.

I let go of the embrace and tucked some blonde strands of hair behind my ear. "It's nice to see you again, Trevor," I bashfully said. I struggled to maintain eye contact with him due to how sheepish he made me feel. "Have you met my band mates?" I asked him.

He shook his head and glanced over my shoulder before letting out a chuckle, "And I don't think I will be." My eyebrows furrowed as I turned around and found that the three of them had vanished. Those fuckers! I turned back to Trevor and forced a laugh, masking my aggravation with them. "Looks like I get to know you more now. Did you drive here?"

"Uh, Alex did actually. We all pretty much carpool together since we live together." I shoved my hands in my hoodie pockets while looking up at him. His expression had soften compared to him earlier on the ice.

"Well, since your friends abandoned you... would you like me to give you a ride home?" My eyes grew as wide as they could. He's already offering me a ride home? Is he trying to be prince charming?