The Stromes and McDavids - Part IV
Word Count: 1603
Player: Connor McDavid (Edmonton Oilers/Erie Otters)
Warning/s: mild swearing
A/n: I’m so sorry for everyone that had to wait but I’m proud to finally finish this!
“I can’t believe this is happening.”, you giggled, trying not to burst out into laughter.
You had never seen your twin brother likes this. He was a wreck! His hands were shaking as he was gripping onto the armrest tightly. Like the seat was his last lifeline.
“Don’t laugh at him, Y/n. You don’t know how nervous he is right now.”, Ryan scolded you from your other side.
“Your hands weren’t shaking though.”, you smirked before you turned back around to Dylan.
“Calm down, Dyl. It’s going to be fine, okay? You already know you’re getting drafted.”, you said, putting your hand on his arm.
If looks could kill, Dylan wouldn’t be drafted but put into jail. He knew you were just mocking him, but the nervousness was too much for him. He was more nervous than ever before. He would trip on the way to the stage. He wouldn’t be able to put the jersey on or accidentally punch someone in the face. What if there was a mistake and he wouldn’t be drafted?
“Dyl? Oh my gosh, look at Mom.”, you grinned.
Dylan followed your gaze to your Mom. She was waving with both of her hands, and on the other end of the arena, you could see someone do the same. That someone, turned out to be Connor’s Mom.
“Looks like she found the McDavids.”, Matt chuckled.
Dylan and Connor made eye contact through the room and started to do the same wave making you laugh even harder. But it was distracting Dylan, so why not? That moment of quiet was good for him, although it didn’t take long. Soon the lights were out and Gary Bettman (damn you hated that guy) made his usual speech. You were basically counting the seconds until it was over, just wanting everything to start already. And it did.
The first pick, made by the Edmonton Oilers.
You were aware that Jack Eichel was a great player. But you just hoped that Connor would be drafted as first overall. You had known him for years, watched him give his best countless times. That guy that had a Justin Bieber haircut when he was 15? You weren’t sure of many things, but you were sure that he deserved to be drafted first.
And he did, setting everything in motion.
The Draft day had been exhausting for everyone involved. After photos that were taken, numerous hugs for people that you knew, and having to calm Dylan down multiple times while simultaneously handling all three of your brothers at the same time - it was fair to say you were tired.
You needed sleep. Everyone would’ve agreed on that.
Everyone but the person denting your door with their continuous knocks.
“What the fuck.”, you muttered to yourself as you turned on the light on the nightstand.
The clock next to your bed made you groan in frustration. 2 AM. Who would do this to you?
Was it one of your brothers trying to mess with you? Maybe an emergency occurred or someone mixed up room numbers. Actually, you didn’t care about that, you just wanted to slip back into your dreams. But the knocking wouldn’t stop.
“Just a second.”, you groaned, wiping your eyes.
You pulled your shorts and Dylan’s T-Shirt back into their rightful place, trying to fix your hair a little. You didn’t want to move, but you dragged yourself to the door.
But it wasn’t one of your brothers. Instead, it was Connor. He was wearing comfortable clothes that looked like he had hastily thrown them on and his hair was a fluffy mess on top of his head. He was nervously bouncing on his feet while he was waiting, his eyes snapping to yours the second you opened.
You hadn’t seen him since you congratulated him. You’d shared a tight hug, but all you managed to say was how proud you were until both of you were ushered into different directions.
“I forgot.”, he said hurriedly.
“The time?”, you questioned in confusion.
“I forgot Edmonton. Oh, my goodness- I don’t know how I forgot but I forgot that I was drafted by the Oilers.”
“I’m going to Edmonton. You’re going to Edmonton.”, he explained hurriedly, the words he was blurting out lifting your confusion a little.
What did he mean? You were going to Edmonton because of UAlberta and Connor would play hockey in… Edmonton.
The realization hit you like a truck. How did you not notice this?
“We’re both going to Edmonton!”, you blurted out, eyes going wide.
Connor chuckled, taking a big step towards you. You didn’t even have time to say anything else. He wrapped his arms around your waist and crashed his lips to yours.
After that first kiss at the party, you thought you would never get to kiss him again. But here you were, kissing Connor McDavid. Your childhood friend, best friend of your twin brother, your continuous crush since you were even interested in boys. Connor’s own mind was whirling as much as yours. He didn’t even process the draft yet, the start of his career. But there was no one he would want to know at his side more than you.
Both of you didn’t want to end the kiss, but you were surely running out of air. Gasping when you pulled away, you rested your heads against each other, trying to catch your breath.
“I love you. Damn, I’m so in love with you.”, Connor admitted. Words, that he never thought he would tell you.
“I love you too, Con. I really do.”, you replied, putting your lips back to his.
“Y/n, where have you been? Mom is driving everyone insane looking for you.”, Matt groaned, obviously still tired.
You would bet your ass he got more sleep than you last night, but that boy could sleep a solid 9 hours a night and be tired. Maybe he would end up like Dylan, looking dead inside all the time.
“I just got up, relax. I’m here now.”, you grinned with a roll of your eyes.
“Where’s that smile coming from?”, Matt asked, thinking it was a little suspicious.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”, you lied, trying to stop smiling like an idiot.
“Uh whatever, come over to the table so Mom stops bugging everyone.”, he muttered, basically dragging you over to the table.
You were squeezed in between him and Ryan, with Dylan giving you curious looks the whole time, as he was seated on Ryan’s other side.
“What?”, you muttered under your breath.
“Then quit staring.”
Dylan opened his mouth but he closed it again, your whole family falling into the usual breakfast chat. You were nervous the whole time, waiting to be released into your room so you could pack up your suitcase. What if someone knew that you didn’t stay alone in your room? That you had a visitor that snuck back into his own room at 4 in the morning to get some sleep?
You hoped that Connor did manage to sleep a little, but you couldn’t see the McDavids anywhere in the breakfast area. And if they were, your mother probably already invited them to the table next to you, so you couldn’t miss them either. Maybe they were done already? You were longing to see Connor again, the smile on your face still there since when you had first woken up.
“Ok, so you three got time to pack your suitcases. You, Dylan, have some interviews to finish up. We meet in the lobby at 5 PM to catch our fight, alright?”
All of your siblings nodded, seeing it as the sign that you could get up. All four of you used that chance, Dylan, right next to you.
“Ok, so did anything else happen yesterday?”, he asked, trying to sound casual.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean… with Connor.”, Dylan clarified.
He knew that there was something you didn’t tell him, but you just loved to tease him. He was really annoying sometimes. To frustrate him was one of the things you did best.
“Dylan, you left your phone.”, your Mom said, cutting off every potential answer you could’ve given.
“Wait here.”, Dylan ordered.
You stopped in the large doorway and watched Matt and Ryan file out into the general direction of the elevators. Dylan went back to the table, snatching his phone, right as the elevator dinged and a very familiar group of people came out, making their way through the doorway.
The McDavid’s all greeted you as they passed, Connor’s Mom immediately locking eyes with yours. But they stopped when they realized that their youngest one wasn’t there anymore. Maybe it wasn’t the ideal moment because both your families were looking the two of you, but Connor stopped next to you, a smile similar to your’s on his face.
“Morning.”, he greeted.
“Morning. You sleep well?”, you teased.
“Very.”, he murmured, before slowly leaning in to peck your lips.
You could basically feel everyone’s jaw dropping, and Dylan’s shit eating grin in your back. But you didn’t give a damn.
You would go to Edmonton. With him. So your thought of you might never being his girlfriend was proven wrong, but the circumstances never changed.
Where a Strome is, a McDavid is not far away.