Word Count: 1444
Player: William Nylander (Toronto Maple Leafs)
Warning/s: mild swearing, messed up family
This is a repost of my own work!
There was the normal type of family drama and then there was your kind of family drama. No tragic story of parents that left you or died, no siblings that were smarter than you. Just a family that was… a total mess.
There was no guideline to being a family.
But for your family, it was like no one told them how to be an actual family.Your parents were a mess like two teenagers, practically separating and getting back together on a yearly basis. Your younger brother was a little idiot that spent his time bullying other kids and getting into fights and your parents did nothing about it. Your older brother? He was the only one you actually liked to spend time with. But he was too busy to attend family stuff and he didn’t actually try.
And you were always so close to just do it just like him, call it quit and never look back. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t leave your family even though they were acting unbelievable.
So when the yearly family dinner came around - Scott had found yet another excuse to not attend, Josh had been suspended from High School for a week and your parents were in their honeymoon phase all over again because they had just made up - you were completely done.
Your sanity was seriously fading. That’s the reason you stopped spending holidays with them when you moved out.
You were the one hosting it, as always.
You were the one planning it, moving your schedule around so everyone could be there. You were capable of that stuff and your parents always expected you to do it.
You were so happy when they drove to the airport, you almost started crying out of frustration. You texted Scott and cleaned everything up, going to bed at only 8 PM.
You were too fricking tired to function. So you just laid down, pulling your knees up until they were nearly at your chest and fell asleep instantly.
“Hey, Y/n, wake up.”, someone mumbled right next to your face.
The voice sounded familiar so you didn’t bother to panic. When your eyes fluttered open they revealed the blonde mop of hair that belonged to your best friend, Will. He was crouched down in front of to the bed directly next to you.
“Nyler? What are you doing here?”, you muttered groggily, trying to get your head to work.
But everything was almost like a dream to you, as if you were still sleeping just with open eyes. As much as you liked him, you really wanted to sleep.
“Wanted to know how the dinner went. Didn’t expect you to be asleep already.”
“Like always. Bullshit. How did you even get in?”
Nyler laughed, driving his hand through his adorable hair to put the bangs back in place. Wait. You needed a second to find out if adorable was an adjective or a noun. The adorable? Adorable? Was William Nylander’s hair even adorable? Was hair entitled to be adorable?
You groaned, pushing the thought away.
“You gave me a key? About two months ago?”, he grinned.
His voice was way too loud and you were afraid that it would wake you up, so you just put a hand over his mouth
“I’m asleep. Be happy I remember your name.”.
Nyler freed his mouth by bringing your hand back to the bed, his eyes still sparkling in amusement. But he seemed to have learned his lesson about sound volume.
“Mind if I stay over? Too lazy to drive.”, he whispered.
“Sure.”, you agreed, your mind flashing back to the possibility of sleep and the hair discourse. You were so absent you didn’t really notice anything anymore.
“Cool. Goodnight.”, he smirked.
“Uh-huh.”, you agreed.
Out of an instinct, you leaned closer to his face, going for a kiss. You weren’t able to aim, barely able to see anything in the dark room. You were actually pretty proud of yourself when you landed a quick peck on the corner of Nyler’s mouth before curling up once again pulling the covers over yourself.
You were asleep before you could even think about it, not being able to see his slightly shocked face.
Oh. My. God.
There was no way your memory from the other night was true.
When you woke up, it hit you like a freight train.
You had actually kissed him, just casually gave him a peck on the mouth. Well, not the full mouth but…almost!
You had kissed your best friend without saying anything. You had fucking kissed him. Your life was officially over. You now had to change your name and move to Canada.
Oh shit, you already lived in Canada.
You woke up still in the same position as the day before, only that you had spread a little, not being curled up as tight as you were. You didn’t dare to move because you could still hear his breath next to you and he didn’t sound like he was asleep.
Be a good friend and just talk about it? No. You would not be able to keep your face from turning into a fucking tomato.
Be a bad friend but keep your honor and keep sleeping until he had practice? No, you couldn’t- actually, you thought, that sounded great.
So you closed your eyes and fell back asleep in minutes and when you woke up again, the bed was empty on the other side.
The whole Appartement was empty and silent.
“Yes!”, you exclaimed in relief, still feeling pretty weird.
After a quick shower, you met up with your best friend. The meeting in your favorite coffee shop was always your favorite part of Saturday’s. The smell of Coffee, a cup of hot chocolate and cookies, just enjoying time together and catching up on what happened during the week.
You were in the same college but you had different subjects. Your friend was studying business management and you were just studying Russian and American Sign Language.
“You did what?”, your friend laughed as she was practically spitting out her coffee.
You hid behind your cup, trying to delete everything you just said. Because of course Y/BFF’s/N wanted to know all about your night and she was especially curious when she had found out that the talented and very handsome swede had slept over at your place yet again.
“I kissed him.”
“Oh my gosh. Like how? Did you use your tongue?”
“God, no! It wasn’t even like a real kiss it was kinda a peck.”
“Well did your lips touch his or what?”, she grinned.
“No, well, yeah, I think. I think it was the corner of his mouth I just don’t remember why I did it! I was so tired!”, you complained about her curiosity.
She wasn’t going to drop the topic anytime soon.
“Well, hon, I don’t know how to tell you but: A kiss is a kiss even if you could’ve done better.”
You hid your face behind your hands and groaned.
“I will move to Europe. The first thing I do tomorrow. With a fake I.D and everything. I can’t believe I really kissed my best friend. I just made things a thousand times more awkward.”
“What’s the deal? Did he say anything?”
“I might have gone back to sleep ‘till I knew he was gone for practice?”
Your best friend laughed so much that everyone in the coffee shop just turned to her, wondering what was wrong with her.
“Don’t take it personally Y/n, but this is more entertaining than your whole life up to this point! Besides it’s so obvious he has feelings for you that I don’t think he minds if you kiss him.”
Your eyes went wide and a blush crept over your cheeks.
“Stop it. You and your theories! First, you thought I was in love with him and now you’re saying the exact opposite. Like your theory that I would end up getting married in our freshman year in college!”
“Ok that was just a joke but this is real. And if it’s not, just clear this topic once and for all. Will save me and this Marner guy a lot of time.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, we made a bet the night you introduced us. I get twenty bucks if you end up making the first move.”
“That’s why you love me, though.”