NHL Imagines

Travis Konecny - Don't Delete the Kisses

Warnings: Swearing/language, angst, mentions of a toxic relationship, alcohol

Word Count: 1.6k

Generally, you had fun whenever you hung out at Travis' apartment, but not tonight. Tonight, you had a ringside seat to Travis arguing with his girlfriend, Luann on the phone.

He was pacing back and forth by the window while you sat on the couch, regretting that you didn't say something sooner. You had a bad feeling about Luann the first time you met her, but you hoped she would prove you wrong. Unfortunately, all she did was prove you right throughout her four-month relationship with your best friend. Luann was making Travis unhappy, and it killed you to see him so torn up about a girl who just wasn't capable of loving him the way he deserved.

You, on the other hand...you knew you were up to the task. You had been best friends since you were five, but it was only six months ago when you realized your feelings went beyond friendship.

It seemed like there was a chance Travis might've felt the same one night while you were out at the bar after a Flyers win, but your fear of being rejected got in the way of knowing for sure. You would never forget Travis waving as you got into the Uber that night and reached to close the door. The next day, you wrote a text message confessing your feelings to Travis, but you just couldn't hit "send," so you deleted it instead. Your choice came back to haunt you a few days later when Travis met Luann, and now you had to watch her stomp all over his heart while you tried to rationalize your lack of guts by telling yourself you were better off on your own. But it was just a pretty lie: you were a coward.

"For fuck's sake, Luann, let's face it! I'm just one of your many booty calls!" Travis shouted into the phone.

You cringed, but somehow, it got worse from there. Travis was silent for about a minute, and you couldn't hear what Luann was saying on the other line without making it obvious you were trying to eavesdrop. Your heart sank when you saw his face soften.

"I'm sorry I doubted you, babe. I'll see you tomorrow?" His face broke out into a grin when he heard whatever she had to say. "Great, see you then."

He hung up the phone, slumped down on the couch next to you, and ran his hands through his hair.

"Ugh, this is all so complicated!"

How could he be so stupid? "No, it's not," you said instead, going for a gentler approach.

"What are you talking about? Did you not just hear what happened?"

You held your hands up in surrender. "I was just trying to help you, but clearly, you don't want me to. I'm going home."

You stood up and walked to the foyer, which had your coat and hat hanging on the coat stand.

"Wait (Y/N), where are you going?"

You huffed in annoyance; he clearly didn't listen to you. "Anywhere but here," you replied as you pulled on your coat and hat. You moved to open the door, but Travis grabbed your hand.

"Wait, why?"

"Why? Are you fucking kidding me right now?" you screeched, wrenching your hand away from Travis. "Luann has been making you miserable ever since the day you met her, and I've tried to be supportive, but I can't do it anymore! Everyone else but you can see it, not to mention how awful of a person she is in general."

"She's not awful..."

"Oh yeah? So why did Patty tell me yesterday that Luann is, and I quote, 'The Wicked Witch of the East'? And how is it possible to explain away Claude's observation that she's sucked the life out of you?"