IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN (A Johnny Gaudreau Fanfic)

EPILOGUE: DRESS SHOPPING AND OTHER SHENANIGANS

A/N: So after many of you requested, here is the epilogue. It is pure fluff and fun and cuteness but I thought after the torture you guys went through, you deserved it. Anyways, thank you to everyone for the lovely comments and sweet messages you guys send, it really makes writing worth it. And now, after this we can finally say good bye to this story and get excited for the next one, which I am rigorously working on, don't worry it should be up soon! And as always, enjoy, let me know what you think, stop by my ask box if you have any questions about Johnny, Eleanor, the story or if you just wanna say hi, I'm always happy to talk. Thank you and I love you guys 😘

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I huffed, shifting hangers around on the various racks of clothing at the store, Johnny trailing slowly behind me, looking bored and uninterested. Despite my better judgment I'd dragged him to the mall to help in my search for the perfect dress to wear to his sports banquet, and like I already knew, he was terrible help and I really wished I'd brought Mady instead. I looked over my shoulder as he sifted through as well, though with less aim and rigor than me. Nothing in my closet fit the bill and for some reason I was desperate for the perfect dress. Maybe it was the idea of standing next to Johnny for the first time in front of all his teammates and coaches that had me so freaked out and obsessive about my appearance, I wasn't too sure. It was stupid that I was being so self-conscious over something so small, but all I knew was that I had to look good.

I pulled out a silver, overly sparkly number from a rack, holding it out in front of me and nudging Johnny.

"What'd you think?" I asked, looking between Johnny and the dress, trying to see his reaction, I needed something out of him or I was going to lose it. Looking at the dress up-close it was kind of sloppy and was more of a "drunk and messy in a nightclub's bathroom" then the kind of look I was going for.

"That ones nice," he shrugged, barely looking at it before he'd adverted his eyes elsewhere and I bit my tongue. This was awfully frustrating.

"Johnny, seriously I need your help or I'm never going to find a dress to wear," I said exasperatedly, throwing my hands up as I turned to him.

He sighed, placing his hands on my waist and pulling me closer to him and smiling gently. I only rolled my eyes at his antics, far too familiar with what he was doing. "Eleanor, you don't need to worry, you look amazing in everything that you wear."

I sent him a pointed glance. "In the two months that we've been dating, I think that's the biggest lie you've ever told me."

"Lie? I would never lie to you!" he gasped, his face contorted in mock surprise at my words.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter okay, I need a dress and you're going to help me," I declared sternly, placing my hands on my hips over his and narrowing my eyes at him. I barely had anytime left and at the pace that we were going, I'd never have anything to wear.

"Okay," he started, pulling my fingers in his own. "Yeah okay, let's go find ya a dress." He dragged me to the fitting room and stopped me there by placing his hands on my shoulders and pushing me towards the door. "Wait here while you're fashion forward boyfriend finds you the perfect outfit."

"Yes, your socks and sandals are very fashion forward," I jibbed, nodding my head in disbelief.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that," Johnny grumbled over his shoulder, shifting through racks as I slipped into the dressing room and began removing my purse and jacket.

My arms were crossed as I waited for him to hand me something, annoyance and fear bubbling within me. I was high strung with nerves and Johnny seemed to be oblivious to that. After several minutes, he finally stuck a hanger through the door and I took the dress, observing it for a second. It was dark green and shimmery and stringy and totally gross but I slipped it on anyways.

"It looks horrible," I sighed, pressing my palm to my forehead after looking at myself in the mirror for a few minutes.

"Lemme see," I heard him say and I opened the door reluctantly. He totally grimaced when he saw me, though he recovered quickly. "It looks...good."

I stared at him blankly, "Go find something else."

"Okay, okay." he held his hands up in surrender, turning around and sauntering away.

The next few dresses that came were becoming progressively better, I'd even consider wearing some of them and it was evident that Johnny was getting better at understanding my taste. He'd realized that I leaned more towards darker colors and modest necklines and sparkles were an absolute NO. By the sixth dress, I was excited and ready to see what he'd picked out.

"I think this is the one," he said, passing the dress through the door to me. It was black and stopped about mid thigh and had small cut outs around my waist and neck and was form fitting and something in my heart even felt it was the right dress. It fit so well and accentuated my curves, plus the color contrasted so well with my skin.

"Ready?" I asked, poking my head out to look at him. He was had the most anticipating and excited look on his face that made my heart beat even faster. I opened the door and stepped out, my fingers twitching from nervousness as he analyzed me. His gaze hot and focused. "So?"

"It-it looks amazing El, I-wow!" he struggled, his own fingers twitching as he ran them threw his hair.

"I like it," I smiled, twirling around in the mirror outside. "Wow Johnny, I think you did it. I think you found me a dress!" I was still sort of jittery and in disbelief that he'd found me something so amazing. Bless him.

"Told ya I could do it," he challenged and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Okay, wait here while I go take it off," I said, turning around and heading to the dressing room, little did I know he was hot on my heels. Before I'd even made it past the door, he was already in there, spinning me around and kicking it to a close himself.

"Johnny wha-" I didn't even have the chance to finish my sentence before he was pressing his lips to mine, his hands finding my hips and pressing me against himself. I allowed myself to be swept up by him and kissed him back eagerly, slipping my fingers into his hair and grinding against him slowly, earning just the lowest groan.

"You look..." he paused to sink his teeth into my bottom lip, slipping his tongue into my mouth when I opened it to gasp. "...so good."

"Thank you," I hummed, pressing a kiss to his cheek and then his sharp jaw and then his neck until he was straining, his hands erratic as they felt me from my bottom to my breasts.

"Now take it off so I can take you home," he demanded his breath short, tearing me away from himself reluctantly.

"Aye, aye captain."