NBA

Do Me A Favor (final part)

Kevin Love was a fairly reasonable man. Fairly. He kept his emotions at bay and often completely ignored them, thinking it better to adopt a cool façade, untouchable and therefore, emotionless. It was much more convenient that way. He didn't get too involved and he wouldn't have to deal with feelings later. Feelings were messy, feelings got him in trouble. Feelings... Well, feelings were what made him see red now.

He had never felt such rage in his life. Just pure, uninhibited, unadulterated anger. It made his clenched fists shake, his jaw clench and teeth grit, making that godawful noise he usually despised. It made his chest tighten and shortened the span of his breaths, it made his pupils dilate

Seeing you there, on your couch, completely broken, trying not to cry as you remembered the last four years of your life with someone you had thought loved you just as fiercely as you loved them. It made Kevin tremble with ire. He wanted nothing than to find this John Wilson and annihilate him.

"Kevin, you're glaring at me," you scoffed, voice croaky. There was a pile of tissues on the floor and you had paused "Dirty Dancing" after Kevin had strode into your apartment, demanding to know why you hadn't been to his house in over two days. You had told him everything, from John's claim to need a break all the way to you spotting him in the grocery store with another girl.

Kevin just stood there, towering over you, listening intently to every word. You could see the anger seep into him with every word you said and you were pretty sure that if he hadn't seen you this brokenhearted, he would probably be well on his way to bash John's face in.

"I'm going to kill him."

"No, you're not, Kev. Calm down."

"I am! How could he do this to you?" he demanded, pacing back and forth right in front of you. You almost laughed at how deranged he looked, carding fingers through his hair and making it messier than it already was.

"Can you just stay here with me?" you mumbled, falling back on the couch. You gave him a weak smile and Kevin's anger immediately crumbled, leaving only worry.

"Of course, Y/N," he answered, taking his place next to you and quickly gathering you in his arms, kissing the top of your head. You made a small noise of contentment as you settled against him and began to play the movie once again.

Kevin remained embracing you until credits began to roll on the screen. That was when he pulled away and got on his feet, clapping his hands loudly.

"Alright, you can't stay here all night, we're going out."

"Like hell we are," you snorted, snuggling deeper into the blanket you had wrapped around yourself.

"We are," Kevin declared firmly. "You're going to get dressed and we're going to go drinking. We both know you need it."

"Kevin!"

"Don't whine. Come on, let's go!"

After an hour and a half of telling you to get ready and dragging you to the shower, back to your room, and basically ordering you around, Kevin and you stood at the threshold of your apartment, his lips split into a wide smile.

"You look hot, Y/N!"

"Oh, God."

"We're going to have a good time," he said with a wink, taking your hand. He pulled you with him out of the apartment and into the corridor, pressing the elevator call button.

It turned out to be one of the best nights of your life. Kevin knew you inside out and he did everything he could to keep your mind off of John, making you laugh endlessly. You were surprised when he ignored the girls that came up to him. Usually, he'd have one draped over his arm and promising to give her a good night, but he paid no mind to them and declared you his girlfriend for the evening.