Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Request for @sway_forlife
☆Y/N POV☆
It was a beautiful day outside. But instead of spending the day out, my boyfriend, Cole, and I decided to spend the day inside with one another. Cole and I have been dating for a while now, and there was never an obstacle the two of us couldn't handle and work out together.
Cole had his arms wrapped around my torso, his head pressed against my chest, and his left leg was wrapped around my right one. I was lying down on my back, running my fingers through Cole's hair. We both had a large grin plastered on our faces, happy to be in the presence of one another.
"I'm thrilled we can just talk like this," Cole says after the two of us had been talking for the past hour and a half. I smiled and leaned down to kiss Cole's head.
"Me too."
A few moments of silence had passed, but there was something off about the aura. Then, I heard Cole sniffle a few times, and that's when I knew something was actually off, and it wasn't just my imagination.
"Cole," I whisper.
"Yeah?"
"I know there's something you want to tell me," I say. I could hear and feel Cole shuffle around at my words. "You can't keep it all inside. Bottling it up won't do any good, Cole."
I heard him sigh and press his head into my chest a bit harder. I hugged him tighter in response, continuing to run my hands through his hair.
"It's just," he started but cut himself off to reword his following few words, "I feel like I'm disappointing my team. I feel like I've been a horrible player recently, especially since I'm still adjusting to the speed of play in the NHL."
"Cole, you literally just explained it yourself. You're still getting used to the NHL. That's completely understandable. And you're not a bad player. If you were a horrible player, which you're not, you would've never been drafted. Just give yourself a bit more time, and I promise things will start looking good. Be patient."
Cole picks his head up off my chest and looks into my eyes. He gave me a small smile, which I returned, and he plopped his head back down on my chest. I leaned down and pecked the top of his head.
"Thank you. I seriously don't know what I'd do without you," Cole whispered in a sleepy tone. Before we knew it, we were both knocked out by the sounds of each other's breaths.
