Flyers Baby (NHL)

Chapter 14: Play Me

Brayden POV

We walked into the room, Natasha's clothes were thrown across the room and half her body hung from the covers.

"I call that bed." Adam smirked.

Luke slapped him and then disappeared into the bathroom, and I changed quickly, crawling into the empty bed and pulling the covers over my head.

Natasha POV

I woke up then stretched, the cold air hitting my body and causing me to shiver. I pulled the covers closer around my body and my teeth started to chatter. A arm wrapped my waist and pulled me to his chest, Luke's reassuring scent floated over my body as he gripped me tighter.

I sighed lightly, rolling so I could bury my head in his shoulder as I traced little patterns in his chest.

"Nat, stop that." He breathed, grabbing my hand.

"Shh." I said quietly, tangling my legs with his.

"Natasha." He whispered more hoarsely, his blue eyes trapping my brown ones. "Quit it."

My breathing stopped, and I got up pulling on my clothes then grabbing my headphones then walked out the door, music blaring, feeling extremely stupid.

Luke POV

Her face fell, then she got up and left, the bass of the music she was listening to following her out the door. I felt like an ass, but I wanted to know if she actually liked me, or was using me.

"Where's Natasha?" Brayden asked.

"She left." I replied.

"What did you do?" He quizzed.

"Nothing." I grumbled, pulling on clothes and leaving the room as well.

I buried my hands in my pockets, then walked down the hall, down the stairs and into the lobby. Nat sat with Tye and Adam, flipping around on her phone, feet dangling off the side of the couch.

She saw me, then her lips moved and she jumped up from the couch, walking away quickly. Both guys looked confused as I took her spot, watching her retreating back.

"What's her problem?" I asked.

"Don't be stupid Luke." Adam said.

"Just pay more attention." Tye added, leaving in the same direction Nat had disappeared in.

"Ugh." I groaned, sinking into the couch.

Natasha POV

"Nat what's wrong?" Tye asked.

"Am I that unwanted? That broken?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"Beautiful, what are you talking about?"

"Luke hates me." I choked out.

"He doesn't hate you!" He replied.

"Yes he does, I know what I did was really mean, but I really do like him Tye."

"Then you have to tell him that Nat." He said.

"I'm scared." I replied, walking into his arms and hiding my face in his chest.

"If he doesn't like you back that's his problem." Tye said, patting my back.

"I love you ok?" I whispered.

"I love you to Nat." He replied, kissing my forehead before towing me back into the main lobby.

I followed, slowly kind of dragging my feet. He finally yanked, making me walk normally behind him. Luke sat with his feet propped on the table and Adam sitting across from him saying something as we got closer.

I collapsed beside Adam, putting my feet on the table and checking my phone. Instagram was dead and so was twitter, so I searched my library and put up a picture. My phone instantaneously ringing in my hand.

"Are you dating!?" Tanya asked.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, turning down the volume.

"That picture you just posted."

"Yeah, it was me." I replied.

"No, it was you and Luke." She stated.

"You're kidding me right?" I croaked.

The line went dead and I reopened Instagram, sure enough Luke had his arms wrapped around me and I was laughing.

"Shit." I mumbled, deleting it quickly.

"What's your problem?" Adam asked, taking my phone.

"Posted the wrong picture." I replied.

"Mhm, of what?"

"Does it matter?" I retorted sharply.

"Whoa darling easy there." He laughed, then flicked through some pictures.

I tapped my foot and tilted my head back at the ceiling.

"Did you take these?" Adam asked.

"Yup."

"And you modelled?"

"Yup."

"You did Sports Illustrated!" He said jumping up. "I knew I saw you before."

My jaw dropped, and my eyebrows raised.

"I was 16." I started.

"And on the bikini issue of Sports Illustrated!" He countered.

"That's not my problem!" I yelled.

"Do you know how many phone wallpapers you were?" He laughed.

"Adam Hall shut up before I punch you."

"Why such a secret?"

"Because people get the wrong impression."

"Take off your shirt."

"No!"

"Come on!"

"This is why I hate people knowing!" I said exasperated.

"Take. Off. The. Shirt." He said slowly, leaning on the table.

"Make me." I retorted.

He rolled his eyes pulled his finger in my shirt and ripped, my mouth dropped and I punched him hard.

"You ass! I didn't think you would do it!"

"You thought wrong." He laughed, eyes slowly roaming my body.

"You done gawking so I can kill you?" I asked.

He poked me and then trailed his finger down my stomach, I jumped back falling over the couch.

"Don't ever do that again." I growled, tossing a pillow.

Luke held out his sweater and I declined, stealing back my phone and then stalking my way back to the hotel room. My heart was pounding and it was hard to breathe, I couldn't think straight as I jumped into the shower.