Famous; Mat Barzal

12 - unwanted surprises

My eyes slowly fluttered open, but it wasn't as peaceful as it sounded. My ankle was throbbing like a bitch and I had to pee.

I opened my eyes and realized that I was still in Mats arms, okay that was way better. I tried to hold myself up, but I couldn't, Mats grip was way too strong.

"Mat" I whispered, no answer. "Barzal." No answer
"Mathew!" I said, this time a little bit louder and he opened his eyes, "Go back to sleep."

Okay hi morning voice.

"I have to pee." I said, trying to sit up again. This time he let me sit up, but still didn't let me off the couch. His arms were wrapped lazily around my waist.

"Mat, you're literally pressing on my bladder, I'm gonna pee." I said in a serious tone, making him chuckle, "Okay, okay." He said letting go of me.

The second I got up from the couch, he came with me, "What're you doing?" I asked while trying to hop over to my crutches.

He rubbed his eyes with one hand and hand onto my arm with the other, "Making sure you don't fall before you get to your crutches, what does it look like hot stuff." He said playfully and I rolled my eyes at him. I just really had to pee.

Once I reached my crutches, Mat went back to the couch, but still watched me intensely, making sure I wouldn't fall.

As I got out of the bathroom, I crutched my way over to the couch, where mat was sprawled out on his stomach, scrolling through his phone half asleep.

I had no room to sit, so I just plopped on top of him, my stomach touching his back. He let out a laugh but didn't say anything more, allowing us to peacefully go back to sleep.

I woke up a little bit later to some shuffling, and I opened my eyes a little bit.

"I have to get back, I'll see you later, Ri." Mat said, placing a kiss on my forehead, "By the way, is it okay if me and Beau come over later after practice to hangout? I would come by myself but I don't want your dad to kill me." He said honestly making me laugh.

I nodded and he left shortly after that.

What the hell. Where is Mat and what has he done with him? It's totally unlike him to be all soft like that. Yet again, he was being that way all of last night.

I groaned and sat up, stretching my arms out. I reached for my crutches and got up, taking about 10 minutes to go up the steps. When I reached the kitchen, my mom, dad, sister, were all sitting at the table eating breakfast.

"Morning mija." My mom said, getting up and helping me sit down in the chair, "We're still sorry about last night."

I shook my head, "It's okay, I would've laughed, I was just in a really bad mood and my head was killing me." I said honestly, "Where's Sof?"

My mom smiled, "She left this morning but she said she'll be back next week"

I nodded, "Sneaky little biotch left without saying goodbye." I said, making everyone at the table laugh.

She placed a plate of food in front of me and I smiled widely, "This looks amazing!" I said, instantly digging into the French toast and bacon.

"So we have practice today, and then the game tomorrow against the blues, are you coming?" My dad asked, "Tomorrow I mean."