Famous; Mat Barzal

17 - writers block

I heard rapid knocking at my door, waking me up from my beautiful slumber, "Come in!" I groaned.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes and when I opened them, I jumped, "Mat?"

He grinned and came over to the side of the bed, "Morning sleepy head." His hair was wet and he looked like he had already been up for a while.

"Did you already finish morning skate? What time is it?" I asked confused and he laughed, "It's 12 p.m"

I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him backwards onto the bed with me. The both of us laughed the whole time until he landed on top of me.

He put his arms up so he was in push up position with his knee in between my legs. He looked my body up and down, making my stomach get all tingly. I was only wearing a sports bra with a pair of shorts because my house was really hot for some reason.

Mat slowly leaned down and kissed me, making me smile into the kiss. This is definitely what pure happiness felt like.

Someone then busted through the door and Mat jumped off of me.

"Titi!" A squeal erupted making me look at the door in shock. Sammy was standing at the edge of my bed now, a smug smile on her face. She only had a diaper and a shirt on, with wet hair. What is with everyone showering at the same time this morning.

Mat let out a sigh of relief that it was only Sammy and moved over so he wasn't on top of me anymore. Raelynn quickly ran in the room and her eyes widened, "I am so sorry, she ran away from me." She said, quickly grabbing Sammy and leaving the room.

I looked over at Mat and let out a gigantic laugh, "I cannot believe that just happened."

Mat shook his head in disbelief, "Me neither. She gave me a heart attack, though, because I though she was your father." He said with a small chuckle, making me laugh even harder.

"What time do you have to get back to the arena?" I asked with a small frown. Mat smiled and poked my cheek, "About 4:30/5"

I frowned even more, "But that's only 4 hours together." Mat smiled and placed his hand on my cheek, "Just enough time for my pregame nap." He said with a laugh, pulling me into his chest.

"You do not need a nap." I said, looking up at him. He brushed a strand of hair away from my face, "I like your hair when it's brown, it suits you." He said, making my face heat up over the fact that he noticed the small details.

"Stoppp." I groaned, covering up my face like a child. Mat laughed and grabbed my hands so I couldn't cover my face.

"Have you written any new songs recently?" He asked, putting my hands back down. I slid over so I was resting against the head board of my bed. Mat followed my movement will his eyes but rolled over on his stomach and propped his head up on his hands so he looked directly at me.

"Um yeah, actually I've been finishing a couple of Christmas presents that involve songs." I said with a shrug and Mat smiled, "Let me hear one."

"No because if someone in the house hears it, they're going to ask me about it and I'm definitely not going to be able to tell them and I'm bad at lying." I said all in one breath.

Mat gave me puppy dog eyes and I laughed, "Usually that would get me, but this is something important Mathew." I said and he shook his head with a laugh, "Then sing me a song, dammit. It doesn't have to be one of your Christmas presents." He said jokingly.

"Yeah but my guitar is all the way in the basement and I don't know where my lyric book is." I said, trying not to sound obvious that I was stalling.

"I can easily go grab your guitar and you would never ever misplace your lyric book.... are you hiding something from me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No..." I said, looking anywhere but him.

Mat studied my face strongly, definitely suspecting that something was up, "Okay, are you going to tell me what's going on or am I going to have to find out the hard way?"

I raised a brow, "The hard way?"

In a second, Mats hands were at my sides, trying their best to tickle me. When I didn't flinch Mat frowned, "Oh yeah, I forgot you're not ticklish."

I laughed at Mats failed plan as he sat up and got closer to me, "Stop trying to avoid the conversation, why don't you want to sing me a song?"

I frowned and let out a sigh, "Because I have writers block." Mats eyes widened and he looked like he had just seen a ghost.

"You, Riley Elizabeth Trotz, have writers block? Am I dreaming? Pinch me." He said dramatically and I playfully hit his shoulder.

"I know, I've never had it before, but it's kind of hard when you can't express your feelings." I said, looking down and closing my eyes.

"What do you mean you can't express your feelings?" He asked, slightly moving my chin so I looked at him.

I let out a breath and opened my eyes again. I absolutely hate talking about my feelings but here goes nothing.

"Okay, I don't like talking about my feelings, so try and bare with me." I said and Mat nodded his head, taking my hand into his.

"Well, recently, someone came into my life and they've given me a lot of inspiration and I want to write a beautiful song. But they've asked me to not write about them because of a reasonably unreasonable reason." I said and Mat laughed at my word choice but I continued, "So when there's only one thing you want to write about but you can't, you can't bring yourself to write about anything else."

Mat sighed and scooted even closer to me, "Look, Ri, I would love for you to write me a song, I really would, but god forbid anything was to happen in our relationship and I ruin those songs for you. I just can't let you do that." He said, placing a hand on my cheek.

I placed my hand on the hand he had on my cheek, "But that's just something I'm willing to do for you, Mat. And any song written about would never be ruined, together or not." I said, cringing on the inside because of how mushy I was being right now.

Mat frowned at me, "As much as I love mushy Riley, I can't let you do that, I'm sorry." awww he loves me when I'm mushy.

WAIT

He. Loves. Me. when I'm mushy.

did he just-

he said he loves me.

"Fine." I said, "Then at least give me idea of things to write about because I'm over not being able to write. Having writers block is like living hell for me."

Mat smiled and kissed me on the lips, "Of course. I'll go get your guitar while I think." He said, getting up and going downstairs.

Mat cane back upstairs in a rush and placed my guitar next to me, "I hate to leave you like this, but coach wants us back at the arena sooner than expected." He said, making me frown instantly.

I stood up so I was now standing in front of him and he wrapped his arms around my waist, "Promise me you'll come to the game later?" He asked.

I nodded and smiled, "Promise." He leaned in and placed a kiss on my left cheek, then my right cheek, then my forehead, then my chin.

I grinned from ear to ear as Mat finally looked down at my lips and leaned in.