NHL Imagines

Johnny Gaudreau (Calgary Flames)

"(Y/F/N)! Where are you going?" I groaned as I saw my best friend disappear into the crowd of people.

So much for sticking together. I thought.

I was already getting ready to leave, but I would be a bad friend if I left her here... and she took the keys.

I wasn't one to drink alcohol or do drugs, which this whole party consisted of to these people. I mean, we were at a frat party, what else should I expect?

As I was walking through the crowd, my head started to hurt a bit and my heart started beating fast, but I had to find (Y/F/N). I couldn't stand being here any longer.

It hit me pretty hard, almost knocking the air out of my chest. This room was really small. There were so many people. It felt like I was going to throw up and I found it hard to catch my breath. I needed air and I needed it fast.

Panicked, I whipped my head around trying to find an exit, but I found they were all blocked off.

Making my way to the edge of the crowd, I basically ran down the hallway and into the first room I saw. I caught a glimpse of a 'keep out' sign, but I didn't care. I slammed the door behind me, shutting my eyes and running to sit on the bed. When I was finally starting to catch my breath, a voice startled me.

"Who are you?"

My head lifted up slowly and I saw a boy, probably around my age, standing there in the doorway of what looked like a bathroom. He was only in basketball shorts and had a towel hanging off his shoulder.

His eyes widened when he saw the tears streaming down my face and ran over to me, kneeling down so we were face to face.

"Hey, are you alright? Wait- sorry- don't answer that- that was stupid-" he stuttered out, causing me to giggle.

"It's quite alright," I spoke up, wiping my tears and smiling "hey look, I'm sorry for, you know, bursting in here. I have pretty bad anxiety, so I'm not really sure why I came here, but my friend promised me she would stay with me and she left as soon as we got here and I'm sorry I ramble a lot and-" he cut me off by doing something unexpected.

He kissed me.

I pulled away from him, confused.

"I'm sorry! My mom told me that if you have someone hold their breath when they're starting to have a panic attack, it would stop them from having one, so... yeah," he breathed.

"Well, thank you. I was already pretty embarrassed knowing I went into someone's room without their permission, so that actually helped me a little" I giggled.

"It's fine. Now, I can tell my roommates that I finally got a girl in my bed," he chuckled.

I laughed loudly at his lame joke and he moved to sit next to me.

"Oh, right, I don't know your name," I spoke up.

"It's Johnny, Johnny Gaudreau" he stuck out his hand to me and I placed my hand in his, awkwardly admiring how soft they were for their size.

"Well, Johnny Gaudreau, my name is (Y/N) (L/N),"

"It's nice to meet you (Y/N) (L/N)," he smiled.

I chuckled, seeing how ridiculous this really was.

"We're just introducing each other and we kissed earlier. I don't think that's how this is suppose to work,"

He pretended to think for a minute and shook his head, laughing, then throwing his arm around my shoulders.

"You're right, it's not supposed to work like this, so how about I take you on a date?" he asked.

"I would like that very much," I smiled "also, can I borrow some sweats or something? I promise I will return them, I just really want to get out of this dress,"

"Yeah, totally," he got up, fumbling through his drawers, pulling out a pair of grey sweatpants and a Boston College shirt.

He gave them to me and I thanked him, walking into his bathroom and quickly changing, wiping off the minimal amount of makeup I put on as well.

I opened the door and he smiled brightly when he saw me. Throwing my dress onto a chair in his room, I made my way over to stand by his bed.

"You can stay in here until the party is over by the way," he winked.

"Was planning on it, my friend is more than likely going spend the night here anyway since I'm guessing you have roommates," I laughed.

"In that case, goodnight (Y/N)," he said, putting himself under the covers.

I started getting up.

"Uh, no, you can lay with me," he said, raising the covers.

Laughing, I crawled under his blankets and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"Night, Johnny,"

So, I told @gaudreauaf that I would have a Johnny one up a long time ago and I never ended up posting it, so I'm going to dedicate this one to her :)