Tennis Imagines

Grigor Dimitrov

You placed your head on his lap, looking at his chin. He was staring out of the window, not noticing that you had woken up from your sleep. God, even from a ugly angle he was unbelievably gorgeous. Someone had to remind you again why in god's world, you were enough to satisfy Grigor Dimitrov.

''You do know that it's scary that you're staring at me like that?'' Grigor suddenly said, smiling while still looking out the window. You cracked a smile, clearing up your throat. ''I'm sorry I can't help it you're so pretty''. Grigor smiled and looked down on you, bending his head to place his lips onto yours. His hand was searching for yours, and you grabbed it. Although you were still hurting from your surgery you felt okay, right now in this moment.

Grigor and you were on your way to go to Simona Halep's party. She was celebrating the fact that she won her first Grand Slam title. And being her best friend meant that you had to be there, no matter what. So, two days ago you asked the doctors to do your surgery earlier so that you could attend the party. You were 100% sure that Simona would win the final, and here you were in the car being right.

''Are you sure that you can handle this?'' Grigor said as you struggled to get up. You took place on your seat and secured yourself with a belt. ''One hundred percent. Simona needs me,'' you answered and you breathed heavily since you struggled with the belt. You sighed heavily, you hated the fact that you couldn't even put on your own belt.

Grigor leaned in and helped you putting on the belt, which got the driver annoyed. ''Sorry'' Grigor apologized and once your belt was on, he got back to his own seat staring at you.

''That's not what I asked though. I know Simona needs you, but are you strong enough?'' Grigor asked. No, you weren't. You didn't feel good at all but this was not the moment to think about yourself. It was worse enough that you had to miss her play the final already so you had to go to the party. If you weren't going you felt like the whole friendship between the two of you was over.

And for a fact, if you were Simona and she wasn't coming to neither your party or match, you would've been pretty bummed too. You just had to step up your game a little, not caring about your feelings and be there for her. Nothing too hard.

''Yeah, I feel better. Thank you for caring mister perfect,'' you answered and you placed your hands onto his cheeks staring into his chocolate brown eyes. He looked worried. ''I love you and thank you for being my boyfriend,'' you gave him a quick peck.

The road to Simona's apartment seemed to take forever. Even though it wasn't even a ride of thirty minutes, your head seemed to explode and your leg was still hurting. While playing in the second round of Roland Garros you got injured very bad. You fell while trying to catch a ball and that fell? It was the most disturbing one you had ever experienced. You never felt the pain you felt when you had that fell. You had to go into surgery because your ankle was broken.

You were always a happy person and Grigor loved that about you. You always saw the light in dark things and you never gave up. But when you saw yourself in the mirror today before leaving for the party, all you did was wanting to give up. You looked terrible, the dress you had picked out for the party didn't fit anymore. Your head was still covered in wounds from the fall. You cried and you didn't want to go anymore.

For the first time in forever, you didn't saw the light anymore. But you didn't want to a burden to Grigor, so when he came into the bathroom worried and asking you if you had been crying, you told him that you had been crying because of the fact Simona won. That you were so extremely proud of her. And he believed it, of course.

The car stopped and Grigor got out. You waited for him to come to you, since you weren't even able to come out of the car on your own. You felt he was just taking care of you instead of being your boyfriend. He opened the door and smiled, ''are you ready beautiful?''. You cracked a smile and grabbed his hands. ''Could you get my crutches first?'' you asked, looking at Grigor. You saw him sighing for a bit.