Rob McClanahan

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I look around and the entire house is packed with unfamiliar people. Rob decided to take me to one of his best friends parties tonight, but the only person I know is him. What makes this even worse is that I don't do well in social situations like this one. I always try to talk to people, but they usually grow uninterested in what I have to say, causing them to mutter an excuse to leave.

Since I have basically no one to talk to, while Rob is partying with his friends, I gravitate towards the table full of drinks. Before I know it, I have already had a good amount of alcohol and it's already running through my system, effecting me pretty badly... The people around me become blurry and the next thing I know, I'm calling out for Rob.

"Rob?" I call out, trying to scream over the music that blares through the house. My legs feel weak and the room feels like it's spinning. "Rob, where are you?" I turn the corner and enter into a different room, still looking for him.

"(Y/N)?" A blurry face comes into view, and although I cannot see clearly, I know it's Rob. "You don't look too good."

"Rob!" I smile and wrap my arms around him, leaning against him. "You left me." I stick out my bottom lip, pouting at him.

Rob and I are just friends at the moment, but that still did not stop me from having a major crush on him. The hardest part is that we live together, so I see him everyday—And seeing him everyday makes it that much harder to not want to just crush my lips onto his and tell him the truth. That I love him.

"Come on, (Y/N)." He wraps his arm around my waist, while he tries to help me walk out of the house. "Let's get you home." Being this close to him sends chills down my spine.

He puts me in the car and clicks my seatbelt in. I continue to smile at him, the alcohol still present in my body. Once we arrive at home, he helps me into the house.

"Rob." I slur. "I-I have something I need to tell you." My body sways side to side as I try to keep myself upright.

"Okay," He laughs. "But why don't you change into some pajamas, first?" He suggests, making me groan.

"Fine." I stick out my tongue at him, causing him to laugh even more. "I love it when you smile like that." I say tapping my finger on his lips, making him confused.

He helps me change into comfy clothes and helps me back to my bed, making sure I don't fall over.

"Can y-you keep a s-secret?" I ask him.

"What's going on, (Y/N)?" He laughs.

I motion for him to come closer to me, and he listens.

"I love you."

He stares blankly at me, probably half confused and half shocked at what I have just confessed to him. The alcohol in me gave me the courage I always needed to tell him. Unfortunately, I didn't tell him in the best state of mind, but at least I told him.

"You're really drunk, (Y/N)." He smiles as he helps me lay down. His words really hurt me. "You won't even remember this in the morning." He puts a blanket over me and starts to walk out of my room, but I stop him.

"Ever since that time we went skating together." I say, causing him to turn around. "That's when I knew I loved you." My words tell him that I'm obviously not that drunk.

"Are you being serious right now?" Rob asks confusedly.

All I can do is nod my head. I bring the blankets higher over me and watch him as he comes to sit next to me on the bed.

"I thought you were just really drunk and didn't truly mean what you were saying." He confesses. "When you said it," He pauses. "My heart stopped to think that for a moment we felt the same way about each other—But I guess we really do." He smiles and leans down to press a kiss to my cheek. "I love you too, (Y/N)."

We both smile at each other, extremely happy about our new future. Who knew that all I needed was some liquid courage? Now I have everything I could ever want in my life.

"Let's finish talking about this tomorrow." He suggests, moving a strand of hair from my face. "You look really tired."

"Thanks." I say sarcastically.

We both laugh as he stands up and places his lips on my forehead before saying goodnight and returning to his room.

The next morning, I have the worst hangover. But Rob is there to take care of me for whatever I need. I love him so much.

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