NHL Imagines

Patrick Kane

It's Christmas, your favorite holiday. Your older sister always has this huge party on Christmas Eve and this time she invited you. The theme of the party was ugly Christmas sweater, so you wore the ugliest one you had. It wasn't that ugly, though. You though it was pretty cute.

As you were talking to a friend, you start to get thirsty. You excuse yourself from the conversation to get a glass of punch. When you get to the table, you fill the cup with punch. As you start to walk away, you feel somebody bump into you. "Oh, I'm sorry," you apologize.

"No, it's my fault," he returns.

You look up to see the most beautiful pair of icy blue eyes you've ever seen. He also has nice, blonde curls. "I'm Patrick," he extends his hand for your to shake.

You shake his hand, "Y/N."

"So, are you from around here?" He asks.

"Yeah. The host of the party is actually my sister. How about you?"

"Yeah, I'm from here. But during the winter, I live in Chicago for work."

"But, it's winter now, isn't it?"

"Yeah. But, I'm here to visit my family for the holidays."

"Oh, what do you do for work?" 

Before Patrick could answer, your sister calls you over. "Well, I gotta go. But, it was nice meeting you," you explain.

"Nice meeting you, too," he replies.

You walk over to see what your sister had called you for. The first thing she said to you was, "so, who was that guy you were talking to?"

"He introduced himself as Patrick; I don't know who he is, but he's but he was nice," you explain. 

She gives you a smirk; you just roll your eyes. For the next few hours, you hang out with all of your family members and friends that attended the party. However, you didn't run into Patrick like you were hoping to. 

After awhile, your sister asked you to grab the big plate of cookies that was in the other room. Reluctantly, you walked through the hallway towards the empty dining room. As you reached the doorway, you ran into someone. You look up to see it was Patrick and you couldn't help but smile. "Hey, I was hoping we'd meet again," he says. 

"I'm sorry, " you apologize, again. 

He looks above his head and a small smirk grows across his face. You give him a confused look. "Look, it's misletoe," he states. 

"Haha, yeah," you say, awkwardly. 

Before you could do anything, you feel Patrick crash his lips against yours. At first, you were taken back by his action, but then you eased into the kiss. After a minute or so, you pull away. "Wow," Patrick exclaims. 

You blush. "Hey, well I'm gonna have to leave after tomorrow, but could we keep in touch?" He asks. 

"For sure. You know, I never got what you work for," you say. 

"Oh, I play for the Chicago Blackhawks. But when I come back during the summer, could we hang out, please?"

"Definitely."

He starts to walk away and you walk into the dining room. "Y/N?" Patrick turns around and says.

"Yeah?" You reply. 

"Merry Christmas! And, nice sweater."

A/N

Merry Christmas to all!