NHL Imagines

Derrick Pouliot

Solely based on my day so far and the fact that his hair was on point in the snapchat video today.

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You called him crying your eyes out, standing in front of the mirror and picking out every flaw you could on your tighter than normal dress.

"I can't do this Derrick, I want to come home." You sobbed, trying to flatten the dress over your stomach.

"When have you ever given up? Never. You're not going to start now. You need to get healthy. You only have a few more weeks left. You'll be okay." You shook your head, trying to disguise your sobs so that your roommates wouldn't wake up. "I wish I could be there with you."

"I'm not doing this. I'm just wearing sweats." You walked back into your room, trying to find a pair of clean pants.

"You can do that. Or you can wear the dress and surprise everyone with how good you look."

"Or I can come home because I'm not sick enough to be here."

"They wouldn't have let you in if you weren't sick enough, love. Just focus on getting better and I'll come visit as soon as I can." With Derrick's hockey schedule, it was hard for him to get out west to the treatment facility you were in. Now that the playoffs had started, you knew it was less than likely for him to get to see you. That was good and bad.

Good because you wanted the Penguins to make it to the Stanley Cup Finals, but bad because you wanted him there with you. Or just be able to see him in person and be in his arms.

"I'm gonna go, everyone should be waking up. I love you."

"I love you too."

After weeks of face timing after you got home from programming and endless texts during the time you didn't have group, you walked out of the building to see your boyfriend standing there with a bouquet of lilies, smiling at you.

"Derrick!" You dropped your backpack, running towards him.

"No running!" One of the MC's told you. It was mindful. You were running to get to your boyfriend, not to burn calories.

You jumped into his arms wrapping your legs around his waist, he was able to hold you up with one arm. You planted your lips on his, taking in his scent at the same time.

"I love you." He whispered into your ear before putting you back on your feet.

"Good God I've missed you." You wiped the tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes.

"I've missed you too. Let's go downtown, do something fun." He opened the passenger side door, handing you the flowers.

"It's okay. I'll just bring your backpack to the apartment," your roommate called out sarcastically, "don't you worry about that."