long live • jack hughes [DISCONTINUED]

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ALISON'S POV

BURGERS

PHILADELPHIA

I wake up the next day at 9, it seems like a lot of time to meet Jack at the team hotel, but it's really not. Thanking myself for showering last night, I immediately get dressed. I put on a cropped white tank top, and my pink cardigan over it. I pair it with some light wash mom jeans and throw on my white converse. I do some light makeup - concealer, blush, mascara, and lip gloss.

I put my hair in a half-up half-down with a square claw clip holding the top half back. I check my phone once I'm done getting myself ready - it's 10:32.

I order an Uber - not under my own name, though. Apparently, my name is Suzie Farlent and I love flowers so much.

I wait in the hotel lobby, it's now 10:46 and the Uber still isn't here. I swipe over from Instagram to the Uber app - it got canceled.

I order another one, it's 20 minutes away, though. I hate being late for things and I'm bound to be late. I pull up the address of the team hotel on my phone, if I walk, it'll take 20 minutes. It's not too hot or too cold, I guess I'm walking.

I put my AirPods in and put on my favorite playlist which is basically all of the songs I listen to - it changes moods quite often.

The first song that comes on is Late Night Talking by Harry Styles. I have a song with him - The Last Time. I remember asking him if we wanted a part in it. I was so nervous, but when he said yes, I was over the moon. I love his music so working with him was a dream come true for me.

I shared with him what the song was about: Chase. He promised over and over that he wouldn't hurt me, but he always did it again. It was overly draining. But I don't want to think about Chase anymore. I'm on my way to hang out with this really cute guy even if he acts like a grumpy asshole sometimes.

Once I get to the hotel, there's this guy - not Jack, waiting outside on his phone. He's wearing dress pants and a button up. He has a suit jacket laying on his arm. His brown hair stops right under his temples, and he has a little bit of scruff. His eyes are really dark brown.

"You seem lost." He looks up from his phone and towards me. He has an accent of some sort, it's really thick. Maybe Swedish?

"Yeah," I awkwardly chuckle. A guy in a suit standing outside of a hotel isn't creeping me out at all. I don't know pretty much any of Jack's teammates, but he could be one of them. "I am."

"Are you looking for someone in particular or..." He asks.

"Yeah, uh, Jack Hughes? Him and I are supposed to hang out. I'm a little late, though." A little late is an understatement for me. It's 11:30.

"Ah, Alison?" He says, I nod. "I'm Nico Hischier, I'm one of Jack's teammates."

"Nice to meet you, Nico." I say walking towards him. "What position do you play?

"I'm a center, I'm also the captain, too." He says glancing down at his phone, typing something, then looking back up at me.

"Hughes didn't think you were coming after a while, he though you stood him up." He says.