NHL Imagines

Corey Crawford

"Corey, why won't you tell me why you've been leaving so often," you practically beg your boyfriend to tell you what's going on.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, but I can't tell you," he says with a guilty look on his face.

"What, is there some other girl?" You question.

"What? No, there never has been another girl. And, there never will be. It's just that I have to do something really important and I can't tell you about it," he explains, looking you in the eye.

You sigh, "would it be too much for me to ask for you to hang out with me tomorrow, since it's my birthday?"

"Oh, I will be spending the whole day with you tomorrow," he assures.

You shift your position in bed so your back is facing him.

The next day, you wake up to an empty bed. You turn on your phone to see that it's already 12:30. It's very rare that you sleep in this late.

You get out of bed, wash up, and then get dressed. You put on a pair of black leggings, and a red flannel with a black t-shirt under it.

You start to think about Corey. Why has he been leaving me lately? Does he not love me anymore? Is there someone else who's better than me? And, I can't believe he'd forget my birthday. The thoughts start to give you a headache.

You feel that you can't take this anymore. So, you call your boyfriend. It goes right into voicemail. You sigh.

After a few minutes, your phone starts to ring. It's Corey. "Hello?" You answer, hesitantly.

"Y/N, you need to come over to your parents' house right now," he says.

"Why?" You ask, confused.

"Your mom needs you. She said she called and texted you and you haven't responded."

"I haven't gotten anything from her."

"Well please just come over."

"Okay."

You slip on a pair of white converse and go to your parents' house, slightly worried. When you pull into the driveway, you notice that there are a lot of cars around. You're really confused.

You walk into the house and close the door behind you. "Mom, Dad," you call. Nothing but silence.

"I'm here," you call out again.

"SURPRISE!!" Your whole family yells as they jump out of their different hiding places.

You stand there, shocked. Then, you feel someone wrap their big arms around you. "You're not mad at me, are you?" It was Corey.

You spin around so you face him. "No, I'm not. Thank you," you kiss him.

"Happy Birthday," he says, pulling away.

"You're the best, Corey," you say.

You go to converse with your family. Turns out, Corey really didn't forget about your birthday.

For @MrsCoreyCrawford