Hockey Imagines

Sidney Crosby Imagine

“I just don’t know anymore.” You said quietly as a tear fell from your eyes.

“No, please.” Sid said, his voice sounding wrecked and desperate.

“Baby, you can’t leave.” He said as he moved to kneel down in front of you sitting on the couch, “I know I’m difficult and I know I think too much. I know I have my problems and I know I don’t always make time for you because of hockey, but, please.” He grabbed your hands as he desperately tried to get you to look at him.

“I know this is me. I know I’m why you want to leave, but without you I’m nobody.”

You huffed out a laugh, “Are you kidding? You’re ‘Sidney Crosby world’s best hockey player’.”

“That’s what I am to the world. That’s all I am. With you, I’m someone. I can be me and not have to be ‘the best’ or whatever the world sees me as. I need you.”

“Sid, I just—“

“Don’t leave, please. Give me a chance to change this. Let me show you that you are my home. Hold onto me for a little bit longer. I’m begging.” He sounded like he was on the verge of sobbing. He was desperately grabbing at your arms like if he were to let you go you would be gone forever.

“You see me for who I am. Who I really am. You see something in me and I don’t understand it, but I am so thankful for it.”

You finally had the courage to look at him, his eyes were full of tears and there was a single tear trailing down his cheek. You lifted your hand and gently wiped the tear off of his cheek. He closed his eyes and breathed a small sigh of relief. When he opened his eyes to look at yours he said,

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I promise things are going to be different.” He let his head fall into your chest as he mumbled how much he loved you. You wrapped your hand around his head and gently played with the hair at the base of his neck. After a few moments he lifted his head to meet yours. He leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss on your lips. He worked his way up your cheek placing small kisses until his mouth was near your ear.

“Please, don’t you ever leave.” He said almost too quietly before pulling you in for a long, tight hug.

You knew there was a good chance that things wouldn’t change. He was Sidney freaking Crosby for God’s sake. If he was as dedicated to hockey as he was he wouldn’t be the best. You knew he had his problems and you did too. You also knew that there was never any chance of you leaving him, not a real one anyway. You loved him for exactly who he was and nothing would ever change that.