Tennis Imagines

Novak Djokovic

You sat across Novak at the dining table, staring at your dress. You didn't know what to say and you sure did not want to be here. It was nice of your friends to invite you over and you know that they didn't mean it like this, but still you felt so uncomfortable even sitting in the same room as Novak.

Six months ago, Novak and you ended your relationship from almost two years because Novak had to concentrate on his recovery. It was the hardest time of your life, playing games and playing matches wasn't the same without his support. And even though he texted you good luck before every match that you had to play, it wasn't the same. Before you and Novak ended things, you were number nine of the world and now you were number nineteen. While you were a mess Novak seemed to hold on well without you. Especially as he sat down across you at the dining table, laughing with a girl out loud, letting people know that he had a good time without even looking at you once.

Man, it sucked.

Of course, your feelings for Novak never disappeared. You loved him from the minute you saw him and you still loved him when he told you goodbye. You loved everything about him – his mood swings, his play, his looks and his essentials. There was absolutely nothing that you disliked about him apart from his decision to split for a while. How could he not understand that there wasn't a y/n without Novak being around you? Even though Novak told you when you broke up that eventually you would get back together, seeing him with a girl laughing across you and especially in front of you, made you lose all hope on that sentence.

''Are you okay?'' Johanna said as she poked you. You nodded, not answering. You looked up and saw Novak placing his arms around her chest and whispering something in her ear. Oh, how he used to do that to you, oh how he used loving to show the world that you were his. You saw him laughing and felt your body shivering. You felt that you needed time and that you needed space.

You needed to be the hell away from here.

''No, I'm not'' you answered and you stood up and left the room. You made your way to the elevator hearing Johanna and Dominic screaming for you but you didn't care, you wanted to be alone and you had to process this alone. Neither Johanna or Dominic could take away the pain you felt. They could only try to make you feel better but you knew that they would fail. No one would succeed making you feel better in this kind of situations, unless of course it was Novak saying that he wanted to get back together.

But Novak didn't care. He never did.

How could you even be so stupid dressing up nice, hoping Novak would notice what he had been missing? How in the world could you even have thought for a second that he would care? You stepped in the elevator and saw Dominic breathing heavily standing in front of you. ''I know you mean it well, but I need to be alone. If I need you will call you Domi'' you whispered and you closed the elevator, making its way downstairs.

As you got downstairs you pulled up your dress and made your way as quickly as you could to the backyard of the house. You needed some fresh air and you needed to be alone. When you got into the backyard, you began running. Tears fell down your face as you kept on running – it felt so good to finally let go. To not care for a second. As you struggled to keep on running because of your long dress, you decided that it was time for you to stop running. You breathed heavily and took a place on the stairs, looking at the sky. As you tried to control your breath you felt a hand on your shoulder.

''It's nice here, isn't it?'' a familiar voice said. You turned around and a smile appeared on your face while the tears were still finding their way to the ground. ''Juan'' you whispered and you stood up, pulling him closer to you and giving him a thigh hug. He wrapped his arms around you and placed his chin on your head. You loved Juan, he was like a brother to you and he was literally always there when you needed him. He was your shoulder to cry on, your rock...