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Shawn Mendes
Hockey and Shawn was inseparable. His love for hockey was something else, he loves the feeling of being on the ice and the adrenaline he feels whenever he hits the little puck into the goal. He simply loves it. But sometimes it felt like he loves it a bit too much, and you understand his love for hockey yet why did it feel like it was his number one priority in his list. You supported him in all of his games, cheered him on, and helped him with his practice. A small part of you wish that he wasn't so in love with it. Whenever he was on the ice, you felt anxious because he would get tackled to the wall and there was a possibility that he would bleed and have some kind of injury. Yet the boy loved every minute of it, he talks about it all the time.
There were days where you could tolerate his obsession with hockey, but today you weren't in the mood for any hockey. You were sitting on the other side of the table, your chin resting on the palm of your hand as you stared at Shawn who was busy watching a hockey game on his phone. Today was supposed to be the two of you guys hanging out, not him focusing on his hockey addiction.
"Shawn," you spoke. Irritation spilled from the tone of your voice, the boy not noticing the annoyed look on his girlfriend's face. Rolling your eyes, you tapped his hand trying to get some kind of attention from him but the boy simply swat it away. "Shawn, c'mon." You grabbed his phone and placed it faced down on the table.
"Babe!" He was surprised by your action, he gave you a glare and tried to grab his phone from your grip. "Give it back it's not funny, I'm trying to learn new tricks for the game on Saturday."
You frowned at him. "You said today was supposed to be our day," you complained.
"I'm here, aren't I?" He took his phone back and rewind where he left off. The boy's focus was back on the video, watching closely for tricks he could try out on the ice rink.
"But you aren't paying attention to me." You crossed your arms over your chest, waiting for him to respond but he never did. A sigh escaped from your lips, it felt like you were talking to a wall at this point. You debated whether you should get up and leave him there because he wouldn't notice that you left. Anger boiled inside you, your lips pursed into a thin line and your brows furrowed together. "Shawn." You tried to grab his attention again.
You understand it, you really do. He loves hockey, he's been playing it since he was a child and it was something that relieved his stress. Yet times like these you wished the sport never existed. There you were there, sitting in front of him and waiting for some kind of response from the boy but nothing happened. You felt invisible to him. You shook your head and grabbed your bag before leaving him there. It didn't matter anyways, he wouldn't even notice that you were gone until the video ended. You had a feeling that he'll search for a new video after the one he was watching was done.
You tucked your hands in your jean pocket, your eyes searching for a small cafe for you to stay while the day ended. So much for our day, you thought to yourself. You continued to walk down the street, not knowing where you should go.
"Babe!" You heard him yell. You rolled your eyes and didn't bother to stop your tracks nor did you turned around to face him. Suddenly you felt his hand on your shoulder, halting your movement and making you face him. "What the hell?"
Giving him a harsh glare, you removed his hand from your skin not wanting any skin contact with him at the moment. "What?" You raised a brow.
"You serious? You left me there without even telling me." A scoff escaped from your pink lips, you turned back around and walked down the street, ignoring his calls. He caught up to you and tried to get your attention but you ignored him like how he ignored you. It seemed childish but you wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. "I'm talking to you," he spoke up.
"Well I've been trying to talk to you but you keep on ignoring me," you snapped back. All the anger you kept inside was slowly coming out. You heard Shawn groan in annoyance before he took a hold of your arm, tugging you to an empty alleyway where the two of you won't cause a scene.
"Look I'm sorry but I want to win the game on Saturday." He tried to reason but you didn't looked at him. "We can have a day after the game but now I need to focus on how to win."
You removed your arm from his grip and frowned at him. "Then why even bother asking me to hang out today if hockey is more important to you than me," you grumbled. Shaking your head, you stared at the ground, your shoe kicking the small rock to the side. "Look I know how much you love hockey–I mean–I get it, it brings you joy. But sometimes you care about that sport more than you care for me. It makes it feel like this relationship is one sided." You rubbed your arm, feeling the hard stare he was giving but you didn't dare to glance up at him. "And I don't want to keep fighting for your attention because each day it gets tiring to do so."
You didn't notice that his eyes soften at the sound of your gentle voice, how vulnerable you sounded in his ears. "Hey, I'm sorry," he began, "I'm really sorry–"
"You know what, forget it." You interrupted him. "This argument is plain stupid. I'm going home so you could focus on whatever without any distractions." Shawn opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it, not really in the mood to hear what he has to say. "Don't worry, I'll be at your game cheering you on like I always do." You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving him alone.
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You were wearing one of his jerseys, taking a seat that was closest to the rink to see your boyfriend staring at the ice, his back facing towards you. You called out his name causing the tall boy to turn around to face you. He skated towards you, the glass wall blocking you from him. "Good luck out there." You smiled, making his heart rate increase.
Shawn stared at you, his eyes wandering around your face to see if you were still angry at him but when he saw that you were genuinely wishing him luck on his game he felt his stomach flutter. Not in a way where there were butterflies in them, but in a way that made him feel guilty. The boy should've known that you were going to support him no matter what and he somewhat took that for granted.
The tall boy shook his head slightly and skated to his coach, whispering to him about something that made you curious. Your eyes were trained on Shawn who seemed to have a small argument with his coach (which wasn't the first time) but the conversation ended with the tall boy leaving the rink and headed to the locker room. You quickly followed him, not knowing what was happening. Pushing the door open to the boys locker room, you saw your boyfriend siting down, removing his gear and stuffing them in his duffel bag.
"What are you doing?" You took a step closer him until you were in front of him. He pulled you closer to him, your body in between his legs as he stared at your eyes. "Shawn, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be in the rink?"
The boy cupped your warm cheek, his thumb caressing your soft skin. "I told coach that I won't be playing today." The confusion on your face made him chuckle. "I'm sorry about the other day, I really am," he began, "I know you think hockey is what's on my mind everyday but you should know that you are way more important to me. And I know I don't show it as much but I love you. So much."
