"AND THE OTTERS WIN THE MEMORIAL CUP!" The announcer's voice booms through the arena.
Everyone cheers as the players begin to celebrate on the ice, the other team going straight into the locker rooms. I scream and celebrate with my friends and family, along with Dylan's family.
I leave our seats onto the ice and go straight down to the ice to meet Dylan. I see him celebrating with the rest of his teammates, and when his eyes finally find mine he skates over to me with the biggest smile on his face.
"Congrats, baby!" I congratulate him and he lifts me off the gound in a hug as I wrap my arms around his neck. "I'm so proud of you!"
"I couldn't have done it without you, (Y/N)." He places me down on the ice, but continues to hold my waist.
"Dylan, don't be silly."
"I'm serious. You helped me through this tough, long season. You've barely seen me through these past months, but you still were there for me. Whenever I had a bad game, or when I got injured at the slightest, you were always the one there taking care of me. And for that, I want to thank you. This cup is for you."
"I did all of those things because you're my boyfriend and I believe in you. You worked for this, and so did the rest of your team. You truly deserve this, Dylan." He takes my hand and brings me farther out onto the ice, guiding me with his hand to make sure I don't fall.
I congratulate the rest of the team and applaud them at their hard work. Before Dylan went into the locker room, he told me to wait for him outside.
"You ready?" Dylan asks me after he finally comes out of the locker room.
"Yes, but where are we going?" I ask him and he smiles.
"I can't tell you, but I promise you'll love it." He assures and takes my hand as we walk out to the car.
We drive for about twenty minutes and eventually pull up to a beach. I give Dylan a questioning look, somewhat confused at his choice of location. We both get out of the car and he takes my hand once again to lead me down the beach.
"Okay, close your eyes." Dylan orders and I close my eyes. He leads me a bit farther down the beach and tells me to open them.
In front of me, I see a giant blanket set up with pillows and candles.
"This is perfect, Dylan. Oh my gosh, I love you." I thank and hug him. We both sit down, looking at the ocean and listening to the waves crash on the shore.
"If you're wondering why I did this, it's because I wasn't here for our one year anniversary. I feel so awful, so I did this."
"Aw, thank you. I love it, really, but shouldn't you be out with the guys celebrating?" He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear before he speaks.
"Yes, I should, but I would much rather spend it right here with you."
