I was always one to think that when you are in a relationship with someone, you tell them everything that happens in your life. That's how I believe trust is built within the relationship, when you tell your other half everything you're building that sacred bond between you and your partner. So when I found out that Matthew had been keeping secret that he was leaving for a long road trip tomorrow morning without telling me, of course I am furious at him.
Pulling up to our flat complex, I turned my car off and slammed the door closed when I stepped out. My breathing hard as I climbed the stairs and when I came to our front door, I took a deep breath before opening it with my key and entered into it. Once I had entered into the flat, I slammed the door closed to let Matthew know that I am home and not happy. You could say that I am being childish about this matter, but when you think about it from my view it seems that Matthew is going to up and leave tomorrow morning without telling me where he is going for weeks, and making matters worse I would have believed he had left me for good.
"Did you honestly believe that I wouldn't have found out?" I asked with anger in my voice. I walked into the living room and saw Matthew on his laptop, he looked up from it and stared at me for a bit before he looked back to whatever he was doing.
"Well?" I asked putting my hand on my hips and awaited his answer.
"I don't know what you are referring to." Matthew simply said not taking his eyes off the screen. I walked around the sofa and stood facing him on the other side of the coffee table.
"Oh, don't bullshit me, Tkachuk. You know fine rightly what I am referring to." I told folding my arms across my chest. I took a deep breath to control my anger, but Matthew's actions towards what is happening isn't helping.
"Don't you care, Matthew?" I asked moving my arms outwards. My eyes trained on him, but he still did not look away from his laptop.
"Care about what, Y/N?" He said softly, his eyes never leaving the laptop screen.
"You know what, screw you. Come find me when you've stopped being a jerk." I told storming out of the room. I walked into our shared bedroom and slammed the door closed, the picture on the wall beside it rattled and I knew I had slammed it too hard, but hopefully it woke Matthew up from his senses.
I took a deep breath and made my way over to the wardrobe, I undressed myself from my work clothes and got into my comfy house wear clothes. I looked over at our bed, the bed in which Matthew has seemed to have neglected and spent most of his nights in the spare bedroom or sleeping on the couch. His excuse was he didn't want to wake me when he came to bed early in the morning, but I felt it was something else. Maybe he does want to leave me and this is his only way of doing it?
I walked back across the room when Matthew entered. I stopped and stared at him, he took the opportunity to close the door and walk over to the bed where he sat on it.
"So, what don't I care about then?" Matthew asked with sass in his voice. I rolled my eyes knowing that this can only go one way, another argument.
"You're so clueless, don't you realize that I know? That I found out?" I said standing across the room from him.
"Found out what?" Matthew shouted raising his arms in the air in anger and desperation.
"That you leave tomorrow for two weeks!" I shot back, my voice raising as well. When those words left my mouth, Matthew looked down at his feet and shuffled awkwardly on the bed.
"I was going to tell you, I just couldn't find the time." Matthew said defending himself. I laughed sarcastically at what he said and rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, when? Probably as you were about to take off, you'd shoot me a text saying, 'hey, leaving for two weeks, see you when I get back.' Thanks so much for that, I would have really loved to wake up to that." I said with spite and anger in my voice. Matthew groaned at what I said and stood up, he started to pace the room and I watched as he did.
"You wanna know how I found out?" I asked leaning against the wall. My eyes traveling across to Matthew, he stopped and turned around to face me.
"How?" He replied folding his arms across his chest like myself.
"Lauren! She sent me a messaging asking me how I was finding the life of a hockey girlfriend and wondered if she would like to come over tomorrow. I asked her why, and you know what her reply was, 'well since the boys are going away on their longest road trip of the season, I just thought you may have needed the company in a city that you really don't know that much off.' I found out over a text message from another players wife!"
"I hate when I have to go away, I hate leaving you, but that's part of my job. I was really trying to tell you that I was leaving soon, but I didn't think it would have taken me this long." Matthew mumbled looking awkwardly this time.
"I get it, Matthew, it's your job. You've probably known for a while that this trip was coming up, and you wait to the final night to tell me! It doesn't justify the fact that you were basically going to walk out that door without any mention of how long you would be away for." I laughed when tears started to sting in my eyes. "But this doesn't just end here, Matthew. You stay out late with the team, there are nights when you don't come home till late in the evening and I have had to throw your dinner away, and then there are nights when I'm excited to see you but you never seem to show up, you never come home. It's like you don't care anymore."
"I can't do this right now, I need to be up early in the morning." Matthew told lowly taking off and started to walk towards the bedroom door.
"Well here, thank you so much for telling this time, Matthew. You are the greatest boyfriend in the world!" I shouted with sarcasm and fakeness in my voice.
"Whatever." He shouted back before slamming the door closed and soon the flat is engulfed in a silence that wouldn't disappear.
_ _ _ _ _
I didn't sleep that night. I laid curled up in a ball on my side of the bed, a pillow clutched to my chest as I stared at the dark wall in front of me. Matthew hadn't came to bed either, I knew he had either slept on the couch or in the spare room facing our bedroom.
Seeing the morning sun peak into the room I knew it was a new day and most importantly, it was the day that Matthew is leaving. I had been stupid to start a fight with him the night before he left, but I was mad and angry at him for not telling me.
I pushed myself out of bed, my feet touching the cold hard floor and I walked towards the door. I stopped and pulled it opened, the dark hallway that lead to the kitchen and living room was vacant and I began to think that Matthew had already left. I let out a little breath of air and made my way down to the kitchen, when I walked around the corner I saw Matthew sat on the sofa with his head in his hands. I stopped in my tracks and went to turn around, but he had already seen me.
"Look, I am sorry that I never told you when I found out about this road trip. I just hate seeing you sad whenever I leave and I thought that if I were to put off saying it, I would have been protecting you, but instead I only made things worse." Matthew spoke looking at me. His eyes had dark circles underneath them like he hadn't slept, his hair messy, and his body looked defeated.
"It's alright." I mumbled wanting to head back into the bedroom, but Matthew wasn't for letting that happen.
"No, it's not. I was selfish and only thinking about myself when I should have been thinking about you, I should have told you earlier and this wouldn't have happened." Matthew told standing up and brushed his palms on his sweatpants.
"Matthew, it's OK. I was silly to be furious at this, but when I first heard that you where leaving and didn't tell me I had started to think that you were going to leave me and never return ba-"
"You thought I was doing this so I could leave you?" Matthew asked with hurt in his voice. He looked at me with his blue eyes filled with sadness at my words.
"Well, yeah. I mean you haven't been home often and when you are we always seem to argue about silly things, I thought that you were finished with this and wanted something else that I couldn't give you." I mumbled looking to my feet in embarrassment. I heard the shuffling of Matthew's feet against the floor and soon he appeared in front of me, his hands on either side of me and he looked down at me.
"I would never leave you, Y/N. I love you too much to do such a thing. And I know I haven't been home that often, but I promise that will all change when I get back from this trip. And as for the arguments, what good relationship doesn't have them? We'll work on everything together because we are a couple, and I hope that I don't scare you when I saw this, but hopefully in later years to come I can ask you to be my wife. You are my one true love, I even love you more than I love playing hockey." Matthew chuckled at the end, his chuckle making me laugh a little.
"But in all seriousness, I love you and only you." He told tilting my head up so that I was looking at him straight in the eyes.
"I love you too, Matthew. I'm sorry we fought over that, I guess I just feel self conscious because you can do so much better than me, and I feel lik-"
"Hey, stop that. Don't you ever think like that again, I know it's hard not to, but try for me because you are my everything and you deserve more than I can give you but I'm happy and proud that you are mine." Matthew said leaning forward and pressed his lips against the top of my forehead. I wrapped my arms around his torso and held him close, not wanting to let him go, but I knew I would have to soon.
"I really don't want you to go." I mumbled when the tears began to roll down my cheeks.
"I don't want to go either, but I'll be back before you know it and then I will take you out on a nice date." Matthew chuckled pulling me out from his chest and wiped away the stray tears.
"Promise?" I laughed through the tears.
"I promise." He said nodding his head with a smile creeping onto his lips. I leaned against his chest again while Matthew wrapped his arms around my shoulder and held me close too.
"By the way, do you think you can help me pack? I haven't started and I don't know what I should bring." Matthew said sheepishly when he rested his chin against my head.
"You're such an idiot." I laughed pulling out of the hug and held onto his hand.
"Have you at least packed your hockey gear?" I asked trailing him into our bedroom.
"Ah." Matthew muttered looking around the room for his bag and then gave a shrug when he couldn't find it. I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose.
"We'll start with that."
A/N: I am sorry my imagines are getting longer, I just get carried away and don't know when I should stop.
Greasysugar apologies for the long wait for your request. I hope you enjoyed it.
It's also unedited and I'm pretty tired because I haven't been sleeping, so apologies for mistakes.
-Lauryn.