Sitting by yourself in the crowded stands of a Canucks game was honestly an all time low for you. There was one good thing, though; row 1 seats.
You bought two, originally for you and your best friend, but she flaked to hang out with her "ex-boyfriend," who she claimed has changed after cheating, but definitely hasn't.
The third period was starting, so you immediately put away your phone and pulled out your beer from the cup holder in front of you. You stood up as the Canucks came out, a sea of blue circling the ice. That's when you caught his eye. Number 40.
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Elias' POV
She was beautiful. Her Y/H/C hair, flowing down perfectly over her shoulders, her Y/E/C eyes sparkling in the glowing lights of the arena, and her smile: the most dazzling and radiating thing I've ever seen. I threw her a tight lipped smile, just to make sure she doesn't take the "I want you to be my wife" hint. She shot me back a huge smile, her (RANDOM COLOR) lipstick moving perfectly with her lips. Who was she?I had to see her.
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He was so cute. His bright blonde hair just barely flowing out of his helmet, his piercing blue eyes shining, just everything about him was perfect. When he turned away, you saw the name on the back of his jersey. Pettersson. Holy shit. It was Elias Pettersson.
You didn't know too much about him, except for that he was picked 5th overall in the draft, Swedish, and cute as hell. He skated around your area once more, throwing you a wink before lining up for the national anthem. You watched as the Canadian and United States anthems were sung since the Blackhawks were in town. Once the game started, you tried to focus as much as you could while the two Hawks fans on either side of you were hollering like baboons.
You watched as Elias effortlessly skated towards the Blackhawks net, which was placed right in front of your seats. He set up a play with Brock Boeser. Brock shot, blocked. Rebound, score! Elias!
For his celly, he pointed at you and blew a kiss, immediately making you blush. Trying not to get your hopes up, you sunk back into your seat, watching play continue.
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The buzzer went off, signaling the end of the game. The Canucks had won 4-1, with two goals from Elias. You watched as he ran off of the ice, not even turning around to look your way. He ran past all of the trainers, fans, everything. You couldn't help but think it was because of you. He saw you and thought you were cute, then saw you were somewhat interested and dipped.
You sat in your seat for awhile as all of the Canucks and Blackhawks fans exiting the arena until you were practically the last one there. A security guard approached you, tapping your shoulder. You jolted around, in shock. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I'll get going right now," you said, grabbing your purse and slinging it around your shoulder when he stopped you. "Actually, miss, you don't have to leave, Mr. Pettersson wants to see you downstairs."
You were shocked, but you felt your cheeks heating up at the mentioning of his name. "Oh, okay, cool. Can you tell me where to go?"
"I'll take you down there, miss. Please follow me," the guard said, turning around and walking up the stairs.
You saw a few guys walk out and greet a few Blackhawks fans and take pictures with them, so you figured it was their team. A brunette kid with eye bags checked you out and winked at you, but you just sent him a polite smile, since Elias was your only concern.
You followed the guard to the elevators, taking a speedy ride downstairs. When the doors opened, Elias was standing there with roses in the crease of his arm while was fiddling with his fingers.
"Hey, beautiful lady who I saw in the stands."
Butterflies filled your stomach when he called you beautiful. You stepped out of the elevator and greeted him back. "Hey, major hockey superstar who is having a stellar rookie season."
"These are for you, gorgeous. Can I get a name?" Elias said, handing the red roses out to you.
You accepted them with a huge smile plastered on your face. "Y/F/N Y/L/N. It's an honor, sir," you said, almost bursting out with laughter.
"Please, call me babe," he said, his accent coming out thicker than before.
"Aren't you gonna ask me out first Mr. Bigshot?"
He look your hand in his like you were a princess, smiling as you acted like one. "Your majesty, Y/F/N Y/L/N, can I have the honor of taking you on a date?"
You smiled as he got up off his knees, his hands still in yours and pulled you a bit closer. "Hm.. I mean, you're kind of cocky so-"
Elias cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. A short but sweet kiss, which he quickly pulled away from after you eased in. "How about now?"
You laughed and nodded your head. "I was gonna say yes anyways, dummy," you said as he pressed the elevator button.
"Yeah, I knew that. Just wanted to get our first kiss out of the way, since there will be many more after that, älskling."
"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked, stepping into the elevator as he pressed the ground floor button.
He looked into your eyes, his baby blues like an ocean. "It means sweetheart, älskling."
You felt your cheeks heat up as he snaked his arm around your shoulders while you stepped out of the elevator.
"Meet me tomorrow for lunch at 12? How do burgers sound?"
"Good. You know Romer's?"
"Sounds perfect," Elias said, pulling you into a hug. "See you then, sweetheart." When he was unwrapping his arms from your waist, he grabbed your ass, making you jump. When you looked up, he had the biggest smirk on his face.
"Sneaky. Bye, Elias."
"Bye, Y/N."
You walked your separate ways. When you were out of the arena, you reached into your back pocket to grab your phone, but went for the wrong one. Your phone was in your left pocket, not the right. But in that pocket, there was a piece of crumbled paper.
You opened it and read what it said. "text me soon. xoxo, elias"
Under the message was his phone number, which you added into your contacts, sending him a quick text before heading off.
"You sneaky ass."
He responded fairly quickly.
"You like it. Talk to you later gorgeous."
