Hockey Imagines

Connor McDavid

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You twirl in front of the mirror once more, examining your sharp appearance with harsh criticism. You were wearing your mother's old creamy dress she had given to you as a token of gratitude, and well, simply because it had been your birthday at the time. Tonight was your anniversary shared with your long term boyfriend, Connor. For the first time, he had wholeheartedly insisted he bring you elsewhere than staying home, which happened to be the CN tower's 360 restaurant. You were beyond aware of the great chance you'd encounter a handful of fans, especially in such a popular city, but he was still willing to try something new tonight.

After you approved of your look, you bent down to pick up your shoes only worn on special occasions. You left them in only one specific spot, beside your white dresser on the left. Surprisingly, your golden pair of Michael Kors pumps had been misplaced, and considering you only wore them on special occasions, it was bewildering that they had suddenly vanished from your reach.

"Looking for these," you hear you boyfriend say, his voice soft and mischievous. You glance your eyes up to meet with the gaze of a man you had fallen deeply in love with. Immediately, your eyesight fix on the sparkling eye candy that would be nothing more than your mysteriously missing pair of shoes. He clenched onto the high heels, smirking down at you with eyes that spoke innocence.

Playfully smiling, you arise from the ground you knelt down on. "You just love to mess with me, don't you mister?"

He walks directly in front of you, towering over your frame. His sealed lips allow the cheesy words, "I only love loving you," from escaping his mouth.

You play a cheeky grin, blowing him a kiss after snatching your recovered pair of dazzled shoes. Rolling his eyes in response, you sense his calm glare watching over you while you slept on the heels. This you never really minded, considering you had your fair share of staring directly through him most of the time. While countless amounts of hockey enthusiasts saw an astonishing sensation star, you only found a boy you had fallen for many years ago in your hometown high school.

Shortly after you managed to tightly squeeze your feet in your awfully uncomfortable heels, your eyes travel until they arrive in Connor's way. As you watched him, occasionally eying him from head to toe, you gradually found yourself walking closer and closer to him.

Growing up around a society where love picked up from high school was only really casual flings and truthfully mainly for the sex, which made no one stand to believe you and Connor would make it. Just the fact he was a hockey player - a real good one at that - hadn't exactly made others think highly of your relationship, either. In site of what peers constantly told you, convincing you to believe one's rumours, or even generally persuading you to accept the fact your future would not include Connor, you loved him needless to say. There was always a spark of worry and fear ignited inside of you, but somehow on the very first day you encountered with him purposely bumping into you, you saw a marvellously everlasting possibility flash through his eyes. Yes, your disagreeing mother announced you were too young to acknowledge what real love was and too young to have already met the one; during one of her many, many, lectures. But you were devoted to the shy boy, helplessly trapped in the game of love.

Shaking your head, your lengthy daydream disappears into the back of your mind. Bringing yourself to look into the aged man that once had the terrified look of youth written all over it, your satisfied sight meets with his untold eyes.

"Oh, would you stop undressing me with your eyes, mister," you chuckle, smacking his chest with a playful seductive aggression you often used on him.

He groans, "I wish I could really undress you, but tonight is kinda really important, so we can defiantly save it for after." He winks sending your heart nearly pounding out of your chest.