eonian ↬ connor mcdavid

Philocaly

philocaly
[phil-local-ee]
(noun.) the love of beauty

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Erin had jumped in the shower yet again and shaved, washed her body, and was now staring at herself in the mirror, brushing her teeth. For the first time in a long time Erin felt clean. After washing out her mouth, Erin took her new brush and tugged it through her hair. She quickly finished and put everything back into the bag, knowing she'd be leaving the next day.

Connor was incredibly nice to let her stay the night, but she couldn't stay forever.

She slowly started to put on her new clothes and cover up her body. Her ribs were prominent through her skin and her arms and legs were the same size as a baseball bat. A sigh escaped the girls lips as she picked out a pair of light washed ripped skinny jeans and a cream coloured knitted sweater.

As Erin walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs, the smell of a home cooked dinner filled her nose. Erin closed her eyes in awe, stopping on the stairs, enveloping the smell.

"Erin? What are you doing?" Connor asked, a small smile was glued to his face as he watched the girl.

"Sorry," Erin said, embarrassed she was caught sniffing the air. He thinks I'm a freak. She thought to herself. "it just smells so good."

"I am a pretty good cook," Connor said, winking at her as she came down the rest of the steps. "Conceited much?" Erin joked and followed the hockey player into his kitchen. "I go by what I've been told." He fired back, both of them had smiles plastered onto their faces. Connor liked this side of Erin, she was getting comfortable.

"So, what is it?" Erin asked him, an embarrassed look on her face. "What?" Connor asked, confused.

"What are you making? Just because I said it smelt good doesn't mean I know what it is." she said sassily and grinned.

"Well sorry," Connor said with his hands up in defence. "It's Vermicelli."

"Sorry, I still have no idea what that is. But it seems yummy." Erin said and sat down at one of Connors bar stools that were seated at his counter.

His kitchen looked flawless, perfect for entertaining. Perfect for a rich hockey player.

His white granite countertop went along well with the white tile pattern on the wall. The stainless steal went well with the accents of the kitchen and the dark wood cupboards gave the kitchen a warm feeling. "My mom use to make it all the time back home." He said while adding spices into the pan.

"Do you miss her?" Erin said. "Being close with a parent and then leaving them for long periods of time must be hard."

"I do miss her," Connor said, leaning against his counter and looking over at Erin. "but I'm use to being on my own, I guess. In the OHL I didn't live with my mom."

"The what?" Erin said. Connor chuckled at her confused face. "Ontario Hockey League."

"Oh. Why are you laughing at me?" Erin asked, concerned she said something stupid. It wasn't her fault she didn't know anything about hockey, especially about a small league from a different province.

Before Connor could stop himself, his next words slipped past his lips. "You're cute when you're confused-"

A red tint made it's way onto both Connor and Erin's faces as Connor stopped his words. He closed his eyes tightly before turning around back to the stove. "I mean, I'm sorry." Connor stumbled on his words. Stupid he thought to himself.

"It's okay..." Erin drifted off before smiling softly to herself. "Thank you." she whispered slightly, but loud enough for the man to hear.

Moments passed As Connor continued to cook the pasta. Erin watched him in admiration. His back muscles flexed as he reached into various cupboards, looking for different ingredients. His hand kept occasionally coming up to push back his hair that was falling in front of his eyes.

Erin giggled to herself quietly as he struggled to cook and keep his hair out of the way. "I need a haircut." Connor mumbled slightly.

"No, I like it." Erin said, smiling as she continued to watch the man that welcomed her into his home cook for her.

This man, this beautiful man welcomed Erin, a homeless girl, into his home and was now cooking for her. Erin felt more cared for then she ever had, and it was exactly what she needed.

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y'all probably think Erin is falling too hard too fast but it's bc she's never dealt with feelings and emotions that much before so she's like ah a feeling I like it and I'm not letting it leave ya feel?