Hey guys! this is going to be my book of imagines with nhl players, note that I'm using my ipad with a keyboard case so give me credit if i spell things wrong, however this is very sensitive
Taylor Pyatt
"are you sure you want me to come with you??" I asked taylor. he had invited me to his press conference.
"of course babe" me and taylor had just began dating, and this would be our second date. i was head over heels in love with Taylor and I'm sure he felt the same. or at least thats what he always told me. taylor pulls up in front of the big studio.
"okay, were here" taylor said getting out of the car and walking straight to the building, not even waiting or me, thanks asshole. We take a seat in the room.
"oh babe, you cant talk to me" taylor said not even giving a shit
"oh okay, well, would you mind me going to Starbucks?"
"no, i wouldn't, just here." he said going into his pocket puling out a receipt " get me a coffee and pick up my clothes at thee cleaners"
"yeah sure, keys please?" I said putting my hand out palm up.
"ummm, no. walk" thats it. last straw. I don't know what had gotten into taylor. He seemed to hate me or to have forgotten that we are boyfriend and girlfriend. he treats me like a piece if useless shit
LATER ON
"heres your coffee, master"
"where are my clothes?"
"i put them on the couch."
"EW WHAT SHIT IS THIS" taylor said as he took a sip of his coffee that i nicely bought and forgot to spit in
"its the coffee you wanted"
"TAYLOR WHAT THE HELL DUDE" ryan callahan yelled at him from a seat over "get your sorry ass over here"
"what man?" taylor asked having no clue what so ever on what he had just lost, his girlfriend.
"your treating her like shit"
CAR RIDE HOME
"you okay?" taylor asked, i cant do this right now
"never better"
"I was an-"
"save it for someone who cares, oh and stop the car............NOW!!!!!"
i got out and said "thanks for a lovely afternoon." slammed the door and started to walk towards route 9, knowing that would get me home.
