MLB Imagines

Neil Walker (Pittsburgh Pirates)

Neil & Hannah

It was a wonderful day. Sunny and 75. Not to mention you had front row seats to a Pirates game. Directly beside first base. A great place to catch foul balls.

Much to your chagrin, all the foul balls that'd been hit through eight entire innings, landed on the total opposite side of the field.

During the top of the ninth, Jason Heyward of the Braves hit a foul ball that seemed to be coming straight at you.

You along with the fans around you all stood up with outstretched arms.

Not noticing what was coming straight at you, you kept your eyes on the ball and suddenly-

You were on the ground.

Totally flat out in front of your seat with a huge weight on top of you.

The weight was lifted an you were pulled up from the ground.

"Are you okay?" People shouted at you.

Confused, you just nodded and sat back down.

"I'm sorry," someone said quickly.

You looked up and saw Neil Walker standing in front of you.

He ran back to second base before you could respond.

Rubbing your head, you looked up at the replay board.

Travis Ishikawa tripped at first base, causing Neil to run at top speed straight to the ball, not bothering to look in front of him.

Angry and annoyed, you stood up and started making your way to the exit.

When you got to the sidewalk outside the main gate, you noticed your shirt was soaking wet with the guy's beer who sat next to you.

Upset, you sat on the curb and let tears fall down your cheeks.

Tonight was supposed to be one of the greatest nights of your life and one of your favorite players ruined it.

You felt someone stand you up and take you to a hidden part of the stadium.

"I'm so sorry. Please believe me. I know it was totally stupid of me not to look down and I hope you're all right."

You looked up and saw Neil.

"Oh my goodness I didn't know I made you cry! I feel so bad. Listen I am so, so, so sorry. Please, what's your name?" He asked frantically.

You smiled at his effort to make you feel better.

"It's Hannah," you giggled.

His face of worry slowly melted into a smile.

"Here's my number for if you ever need a new shirt," he said as he scribbled messily on my arm with a permanent marker.

"Do you always carry that with you?" You asked him.

He laughed.

"Never know when I'll nearly kill a fan. Have a good night Hannah," he leaned in and gave you a quick hug and ran towards the back of the stadium.

You smiled to yourself as you walked towards your car.

Maybe it wasn't the worse night ever.