A/N: I do apologise for this imagine. It is over 6K long and cringy and bad, and just really weird. I don't know what happened, but as I developed it more it became weirder and longer than I expected it. So sorry for the length of it.
24th June 2015.
It is no use trying to calm down Connor. He knows he is going first overall, the Edmonton Oilers management had told him yesterday that they are going to pick him first, and despite knowing this he is as nervous as ever.
I gently place my hand on top of Connor's knee in hopes to calm him down, my thumb rubs against his clothed knee. He looks at me sheepishly, the anxiety present in every part of his body. Connor sets his hand on top of mine, he squeezes it to make sure I am beside him. I will always be with Connor like I have been from day one.
"Why am I so nervous?" He asks as his knee continues to bounce due to his anxiety.
"This is a big moment for you, you are going to be number one overall to a team that needs your help desperately." I tell moving closer to him and rest my head against his shoulder. Connor chuckles at that.
"Edmonton." Connor whispers and shakes his head at the thought of him playing for the Oilers. "I am going to be playing for the team that some of the greatest players in the world have played for."
"And soon your name will be known world-wide as a player up there with the likes of Crosby, Gretzky, Howe." I say gently nudging his shoulder in encouragement. Connor smiles down at me, his lips press against mine and I kiss him back.
"You two better stop or a camera is going to catch you." Connor's father laughs beside him. I blush and hide my head in the crook of Connor's neck, Connor chuckles and wraps his arm around my shoulder.
As the minutes tick by with everyone getting ready and prepared for the draft to start, Connor's anxiety only seems to get worse. His eyes are wide as he stares down at the floor below him, his face is growing paler with every second that passes. I fear he is going to puke at any second all over me so I lean closer to him and whisper in his ear.
"Hold my hand." I say gently and only loud enough for him to hear. Connor wraps his hand around mine and jumps when the NHL commissioner comes out to start the draft lottery. Connor goes as white as he can, my poor boyfriend. As the commissioner continues to talk, I whisper soothing words into Connor's ear to calm him down.
"The first selection of the 2015 National Hockey League draft belongs to the Edmonton Oilers." Connor tenses up at the commissioner words, I gently rub my thumb against the back of his hand. It takes about a minute until Edmonton are ready and we watch as the management team walk onto the stage, Connor seems to start to calm down a little when he sees Peter Chiarelli walk over towards the microphone.
"First of all we would like to thank the city of Florida and the Florida Panthers organisation for being great hosts. We would also like to shout out to our fans at the draft party at the Rexall place." Peter says and Connor straightens in his seat, his hand grasping mine like his life depends on it.
"And with that being said, the Edmonton Oilers would like to select with their first round pick. From the Eire Otters, Connor McDavid." Cheers suddenly drown out everything else. I turn to Connor who, still looks nervous, is smiling down at me and masks his nervousness with his happiness.
"I love you." I smile kissing him, he grins into the kiss and then moves back. I stand back to let his mother hug him, she hugs onto him tightly and presses a kiss onto his cheek. He hugs his father next and the two talk before he lets go, he walks down the steps calmly and makes his way towards the stage.
I sit beside Kelly with my hand firmly in hers, she is as giddy as I am as we watch Connor put on his jersey for Edmonton. All I can do is smile widely at my boyfriend, he smiles widely as he gets his pictures taken with the jersey on.
Connor has just been drafted number one overall and I cannot be any happier for him, he has worked so hard for this and he deserves every good thing coming his way.
September 2015.
"How is the life of a university student treating you?" Connor asks over Skype. I roll my eyes at his question and look around at my small one bedroom apartment, boxes and suitcases are cramped into the small room as my bed is in the same room as my living room and kitchen. It was the best I could find considering all of my money has just gone to paying my tuition.
"I think I would prefer being in Edmonton right now, I bet you're loving life with a big spacious apartment all by yourself." I grumble glaring at my small, confined apartment.
"I am." Connor chuckles at me. I turn my glare to my boyfriend and mentally curse him from my bed in Ottawa, he sees my glare and continues to laugh at me.
"I think I should have taken that offer at Alberta now." I mutter leaning my elbow against my knee and rest my chin on my palm.
"You should have, we could have been here in Edmonton together." Connor tells pointing out the obvious. "Now I only get to see you when I am in Ottawa or the summer."
"I know, but Ottawa did offer a better program for me and how was I to know you were going to be drafted to Edmonton." I say giving my shoulder a shrug. I knew I had wanted to go to university in the east coast when I started high school, being from there only made me want to stay here to finish my education. I applied to almost every university in the Ontario and Quebec region, apart from the exception of University of Alberta, and I received acceptances from all but Laval. The University of Ottawa seemed to have a better program overall and I decided my best choice was to go there, I had considered Alberta before Connor was drafted there, but decided against it because it was too far away from home. Now, it seems home is too far away from me. Connor and I are sitting facing each over Skype, the only form of seeing each other now and with him starting with the first team in October, it is going to be extremely difficult to communicate with each other now.
"Let's stop this before one of us gets upset." Connor tells letting a sigh leave him. I instantly agree with him, it isn't a good idea if we fight now that we have only just moved away from each other which is something we haven't really done to this extent before.
"Have you had your first class yet?" Connor asks changing the topic before we get upset with each other.
"I have." I nod and from there we spend the rest of the night talking to one another, not one of us bringing up the topic of distance.
February 2016.
Edmonton are in town tonight to play against the Ottawa Senators, and I can't make it to watch my boyfriend. I had promised Connor that I would keep that night free whenever the Oilers schedule came out, I had that night closed off until a major group project broke through and demanded its spot. I hadn't meant for my night to see Connor play to be taken away from me. I had begged for my group to change the night to a different one so I could go watch Connor, but unfortunately it seemed to be the only night that we could get a room in the library booked and for all of us to meet up.
And so I sit with my group, my knee bounces uncontrollably as I so desperately try to finish this project early to make it to the game on time. I may miss the first few minutes of it, but if I catch the next bus and train then I can make it before the game begins and finally get to see my boyfriend.
"Is that supposed to go there?" Alex, a group member, asks pointing to the label in the middle of the table, the colour of it different to the rest of the labels.
I raise my head to see the same thing, then I instantly groan. "We've done this all wrong."
"What do you mean?" Someone from the group asks completely freaking out like most of us are.
"See yellow sticky note? It's supposed to be over there with a different answer written on it and on a different topic slide to the one that we are currently doing. We should have wrote why laws are important on the two slides ago, we're on the justice system now. We're going to have to go back and redo this because I am sure we have made mistakes throughout it. If one is misplaced, then there is bound to be others that are misplaced." I mutter letting my guard down and let the fatigued take over my body. There is no way I am making it to tonight's game, there is no way I am going to see Connor tonight, and I feel horrible about it.
"Fuck." Alex mutters resting his head against the table. Everyone at the table groans and all look defeated. I think everyone was expecting to leave in the next 30 minutes, but that just isn't the case now. None of us are getting off easily.
"We only have an hour left in the here." Laura tells looking towards the clock and I see the time is closing in on six thirty.
"We'll need to go back to someone's place, who lives closer?" Alex asks and I already know the answer. I do, I live two streets away. Gosh, I can't believe this. I can't believe I am missing my boyfriend's game because of me and my groups negligence to something we should know off by heart. I am going to have to break the news to Connor, I don't want to hurt him.
"I do, I live closer." I tell reaching for my phone.
"We'll have to pack up now and head to yours, this is due on Monday at nine we're only on the first part of the project." Alex says already starting to pack up his stuff. Soon enough we are all packed up and I still have to call Connor to let him know I won't be coming to tonight's game, it is too late for him to answer because he'll already be at his warm ups. I open my phone contacts and pull Connor's name up, surprisingly after three rings Connor answers it.
"Babe, where are you? I didn't see you in the stands. Has something happened?" He says with a tone of urgency, my heart sinks as I prepare to let him know.
I bite my lip and answer him truthfully. "Connor, I am not going to be able to make it tonight. Something has come up and it needs to be completed now, I am so sorry."
Connor stays quiet on the other end of his phone, I fear he has ended the call until he speaks up. "It is alright, I understand. I just thought you'd like to see me again after not seeing each other for almost six months."
"Connor, please don't play the guilt trip with me right now. I honestly want to come watch you and see you, but my group and I have just run into some trouble that it is going to take us all night to complete." I say growing annoyed at him using our distance as an excuse to make me feel guilty for what has happened, I already feel guilty at not being able to see him he doesn't need to make matters worse for me.
"I am sure you did, I got to go." He says in a bored tone before hanging up the phone. I stare at his contact photo with tears forming in my eyes, I am a horrible girlfriend.
June 2016.
Something is off. And it isn't just the milk in my apartment. I turn around to see Connor sitting on my bed, his legs stretched out and his attention on his phone. He seems oblivious to me despite him coming over to my apartment, he turned up unannounced as well.
With the both of us finally finished for the year, we ultimately have all the time in the world for one another now that nothing is holding us back. Yet being in each other's company feels weird. I knew that it would be difficult seeing him again, I don't think he ever forgave me for missing his game in Ottawa a few months ago. Though he never says it aloud, I still feel he is angry for that.
I love Connor with all my heart, there hasn't been a day that my heart doesn't beat for him, but something is off between us. Maybe it is the distance? We live in two different provinces, two different time zones, two different lives. Maybe it is never having the time for one another? He plays hockey most of his days, I am at classes or working a part time job. Whatever it is, it is hurting mine and Connor's relationship to the point where I think the worst may happen to us.
"Did you drive here?" I ask grabbing the two cups of coffee from my small kitchen.
"I flew, I don't trust that 401." Connor tells pushing himself up and rests his back against my pillow. He takes the cup from my hand and I sit on my bed beside him, I cross my legs and take a sip of my coffee.
"That's understandable." I nod looking to Connor over the top of my mug.
"What are your plans for the summer?" Connor asks setting the mug on his knee. I shrug my shoulders at his question.
"I thought we could spend it together, you know. Since we haven't seen each other for a while, I thought it would be nice if we spent it together. Though I can't leave the country because I need to save my money for next semester." I tell drinking more of my coffee. What is going on between us? It is like we're only just met and not in a relationship for over two years.
"Mm." Connor mutters and looks back to his phone. I sigh and push myself off the bed, I set my mug against the kitchen counter and stare out the window into the street below. We have never been like this, we have never been this distant from each other, and it hurts me to be in his company this very second. I can't stand this.
"Do you want to go out?" I ask abruptly, I turn around with my arms folded across my chest. I need to get out of the small apartment before I go insane with the quietness between Connor and me, it has never been like this with us before.
"Where?" Connor says setting his mug on the floor beside my bed.
"I don't care, anywhere." I reply moving over to my bed and lift the mug off the floor.
"Don't you have somewhere to be? You always seem have something to do." Connor mutters pushing himself off my bed and at his words, I turn around with my mouth lowering in shock.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask setting his mug beside mine on the counter. Connor looks up at me and shrugs his shoulders.
"Nothing." He says standing up and stretches out his long limbs.
"No." I say angrily, his words and actions beginning to annoy me. "You tell me what you mean by that."
"What do you want me to say? I never saw you at all during the year and when it comes to my first game here in Ottawa, you couldn't make it because of your group project. I am so fucking pissed off because I am fighting for your attention, it is like you don't care about this relationship." Connor tells folding his arms across his chest. I scoff at his words, did he really come here just to pick a fight with me? Because it sure as hell feels like it.
"You're fighting for my attention? Are you serious, Connor? How many times do I have to apologise for missing your game? I wanted to come watch you, but we messed up so much that we needed to redo it. I couldn't just up and leave my group to do it all alone, that is selfish and so inconsiderate of me to do." I say rising my voice a little to get my point across. Connor rolls his eyes at me, he doesn't seem to believe me.
"I didn't realize how hard this would actually be." Connor says shaking his head at whatever he is thinking.
"How hard what would be?" I ask rising my eyebrow at him. Connor sighs and rubs his face with his hands, his eyes making their way to mine and I can see the pain in them.
"This." He tells gesturing his hand between us and then I realize what he is talking about, he is talking about our relationship. "It is like we are strangers who are trying to fake a relationship. It is harder than I thought it would be."
"So what you're saying is?" I wonder and drag out my words. But from his expressions, I feel I already know his answer.
"Maybe we should take a break with this relationship, get out priorities straight before we end up doing something we regret." Connor says, his eyes lowering from my eyes.
"Break up." I mutter nodding to myself as I rethink over Connor's words.
"No, not a break up." Connor tells shaking his head when he hears what I said. "I love you far too much to break up with you, but we need to take a break from everything before we do something we regret like breaking up for real."
I nod at his words, but my heart stings at them. I guess he is right, we went into this unprepared and have come away from our first year in a complete mess.
"I'll leave now, I will see you soon." Connor says grabbing his jacket from the table and puts it on. I stand staring where he stood, trying to ignore the tears that form in my eyes. Connor comes closer and presses a kiss on my forehead before walking out of my small apartment. The second the door closes, I let the tears fall and I don't hold back on them.
Can't everything go back to when it was simpler for us? When Connor and I were deeply in love with each other, when we were inseparable, when all we wanted was for us to spend the rest of our lives with each other.
December 2016.
I stand awkwardly in my parents living room, a glass of red wine in my hand as I watch more people arrive to my parents annual Christmas eve party. I got away early and drove from Ottawa back home to my parents' house in Richmond Hill. I didn't want to come to this but didn't want to spend my Christmas alone after everything that has happened this year.
I down the rest of my wine and walk into the kitchen to get another one, I want to get as drunk as I can before I puke everything up. I need it after the year I have had, I need to feel numb so can forget everything.
Connor and I never seemed to speak after he left my apartment in June. We had an odd conversation here and there, but nothing solid like we use to do. Nothing like before and it hurts me. I don't want to admit that I am heartbroken, but I am. We have broken up, we can at least admit it to each other. After being apart and not speaking as much like we use to, it is safe to say our chances of being together again are gone and have blown away from us. I miss him. I love him. And I know I will never see him again. And it hurts, it hurts me knowing the person who I have grown to love will learn to love someone else, while I can't love anyone because my heart belongs to him and will forever belong to him.
I stumble into the kitchen and pour myself another glass of wine, if I wake up in the morning I shall be surprised after the amount I have already drank tonight and it hasn't reached nine o'clock at night yet. I can already feel myself getting more drunk with each passing minute. I turn around to see him walking into the kitchen, his brown eyes focus on me and I can only stare at him. Of course my mother has invited the McDavid's, how could I have forgotten? I should have realized if the McDavid's are coming, Connor will be coming as well.
I take a large gulp of my drink and push myself off the counter, I ignore him as I walk out into my back garden. It may be -30 with snow all around, but I need to clear my head. I shiver as I hold my arms around myself to keep my heat in, my glass of wine still in my hand as I stare out at the back fence in front of me. Seeing him there, it brought back the memories I have tried to push down. The happy memories we had together is what kept me thinking that we would at least try again with a relationship, but nothing ever happened and those bad memories that we had begun to take over my thoughts.
I shiver as a cold wind blows through the air, goose bumps rise in my arms as I forgot to bring a jacket with me. I can't bear to go back in there, not when I know he is in there. I love him and if I am to look at him again, I know I will break down into tears. Maybe it is the alcohol talking or my sobering thoughts as the coldness wakens my senses. Another wind blows and I shiver harsher this time, maybe this wasn't a good idea to come out without a coat in -30.
I jump at the sudden warmth wrapping around me, it is someone's coat and I already know who's it is by the smell. Connor stands beside me, his coat over my shoulders as he rocks on his feet as he shivers with the cold. I down whatever is left in the glass and set it on top of the wooden rail, I wrap my arms around me tighter as the wind blows hard against us.
"How are you?" Connor asks after the silence between us becomes unbearable.
"Alright." I lie keeping my focus in front of me, I know that I am going to start crying when I look to him. I haven't been alright, without him I feel like shit. And I am heartbroken without him. "Yourself?"
"I have been good." Connor says and continues to bounce to keep himself warm. I sigh and shrug out of his jacket, I hand it to him but he declines it.
"You're cold." He tells. I continue to keep my gaze off him.
"And so are you, now please take your jacket back." I say shoving the jacket into his folded arms. Connor reluctantly fixes it over his arms and sighs, he tries to meet my gaze, but I turn back to look out in front of me. We stay quiet again, both of us shivering uncontrollably as we are both too stubborn to walk into the house.
"Do you regret it?" Connor asks suddenly.
"Do I regret what?" I reply looking down to my feet and see Connor's close by, I feel my eyes prick with tears at how close he stands to me. I miss him.
"Dating me." He says and I finally look up to him. My hands begin to get clammy as I look to him, my stomach begins to turn and then the sickness feeling hits me. I'm going to throw up.
"I am going to be sick." I mutter running into the house and up the stairs two at a before I rush into the bathroom. I double in two in front of the toilet and puke my guts out, I feel a hand against my back and whoever it is gently rubs their hand in circles on my lower back. I groan and lean my head against the toilet bowl, the hand stays on my back as I sit up. I turn around to see Connor kneeling behind me, his hand still on my back and when my eyes make contact with eyes I break down into tears in front of him.
"What's wrong?" He asks worriedly at my sudden breakdown.
"This. I can't do this, I can't keep pretending I am fine without you when I know inside I am hurting because you are no longer with me." I cry leaning my head against the bath tub. Connor sighs and shifts his weight, he rests a hand on my knee and squeezes it.
"I feel you, I am the same way as you do. I can't keep pretending that I am fine when I know I destroyed the happiness between us, I love you still. I will always love." Connor tells and I look towards him through my teary eyes. "I thought that if we took a break, we would realize how much we mean to each other. And while you mean the world to me, I was too much of a coward to ask to try again."
"I love you too, Connor. But will this work? Will we get together again and have our hearts broken for another time, because we are so far away from each other?"
May 2017.
"I feel like it is your job to bug me 24/7." I mutter throwing a chip towards Connor. He grins and opens his mouth, the chip lands in his mouth and he smiles at me before throwing a piece of carrot towards me. It bounces off my head and I stare up at him with a blank expression, he laughs loudly at me.
"You'd be bored if I am not yours." Connor tells throwing a piece of carrot into the air and catches it in his mouth.
"That is true." I reply and look back towards the notes in front of me. I hear Connor shuffle off the chair and moves toward me, he leans over me and presses his lips behind my ear. I wriggle at the sudden touch and I turn to look at him, he smiles at me sits behind me.
"I just want to make sure that you don't drive yourself insane with all this studying." Connor tells brushing my hair away from my neck and presses his lips against it.
"If anything, you are the one driving me insane." I mumble ignoring the feeling of his hands against my waist.
"Hurtful." Connor chuckles leaning back against my headboard and watches me from there. I sigh and flip the next page of my notes, my chin rests on my palm as my eyes run across the words. Connor shuffles next to me and I see his face pop into view, he lies beside me with his shoulder against mine.
"When is your last exam?" He asks resting his head against his palm.
"Monday." I reply turning my head to look at Connor. He smiles at me and uses his free hand to push away some hair that falls in front of my eyes, his eyes moving onto mine and my stomach does back flips at how he looks at me.
"We're going away." He tells keeping his hand rested against my cheek.
"Where?" I ask interested in what he has to say.
"I don't care, anywhere. Just the two of us, somewhere like France or Switzerland. I think we need to get away from everything and just have some alone time together." Connor says leaning forward to press a kiss against my forehead. I smile and try to concentrate on studying, but with Connor next to me I know that it won't happen.
After we had a heartfelt conversation in the bathroom of my parent's house, while I puked my guts out every so often, Connor and I agreed to try dating again. Though it was a little hard at first, we have somehow made it work better than when we first tried the long distance. I think after the first time we realized how much we mean to each other and like all things, a second try at it doesn't hurt when you love that person with every part of you.
"I see." I reply my eyes running over the words, yet I cannot concentrate on anything but Connor beside me.
"I wouldn't mind trying Greece, it is warm and the cold Canadian weather is bugging me." Connor mutters playing with my hair.
"Greece would be nice, why not South Africa?" I wonder turning to face Connor, what's the point in studying when your boyfriend is trying his best to stop you? It seems Connor has won and my attention is fully on him now.
"It is a warm place. What about Sydney? Or Auckland?" He asks watching me as I gather up my notes from my bed.
"I want to go somewhere where it is just the two of us, preferably on another continent and far away from Canada." I chuckle setting my notes on the kitchen table and walk back over to Connor, who still lies on my bed.
"That can be arranged." He smiles when I sit on top of his lap, my legs at each side of his thighs.
"Well then, pick somewhere warm and I'll go with you without a second thought." I tell leaning down to press my lips against his. Connor chuckles and rests his hand on the back of my head as he kisses me back.
"I love you." He says looking up to me with his beautiful brown eyes.
"I love you too." I smile leaning down to kiss him again.
We spent that night together wrapped in each other's arms. Our thoughts only for each other. And our love exuding for each other.
March 2018.
I rush around my apartment as I try and tidy it up before I leave tonight. My McDavid jersey is on and my phone is clutched in my hand, I am waiting for Connor's call. After not seeing Connor since January first, I finally get to see him again. Somehow, despite all the problems we had, we've grown stronger together.
We spent the summer together in different parts of the world, we spent a few weeks in Europe hopping between the big known countries and the not so big countries. Then we headed off to Australia and New Zealand, we spent a week in both countries before coming back to Canada and spending the rest of the summer break in Edmonton. And when the time came for me to go back to Ottawa, I had never felt more better knowing that Connor and I worked out our problems, and that three month break away showed me how much my heart beats and loves just for Connor.
The ringing of my phone stops me in my tracks and I smile when I see Connor's face. I don't hesitate to answer it.
"Hello." I say putting the last of my stuff into my bag.
"I am outside now, want me to come up?" Connor wonders and I shake my head despite him not being able to see it.
"If you come up, you'll never leave. It's best if I come down and meet you." I chuckle grabbing my house keys and move towards my front door.
"Eh, too late." Connor says as I open my front door. I see him standing in front of it, his phone pressed against his ear, and a cheeky smile forms on his lips.
"I love you." He coos still speaking to me over the phone. I laugh and end the call, I shove my phone into my pocket before locking my door.
"I love you too." I tell turning to face him. Connor throws his arm over my shoulder as we walk down the stairs. When we walk into the street, I see a car waiting outside and Connor is moving towards it. I say nothing to him and let him do whatever he has planned for this evening. Connor gets into the car beside me, his hand resting in mine on his lap as the driver drives us towards the Canadian Tire Centre.
"So how does superstar Connor McDavid get to have his own car to take him to the arena?" I ask turning my head to Connor. He rolls his eyes at my words; a slight curl of his lips shows me he at least found it funny.
"It's a special night and I am wanting to make sure my girlfriend has fun tonight." Connor tells giving a shrug of his shoulders.
"I am having fun just by being with you." I say smiling to my boyfriend. Connor smiles and nods his head before pressing his lips against my hand.
The rest of the ride there is silent, but it isn't uncomfortable. I had my head against Connor's shoulder, his cheek resting against my hair covered head. When the car pulls up to the arena, Connor helps me out of the car and together we walk in.
"I got to go get ready, but my parents and your parents should be sitting in their seats." Connor tells. I look up to him with a raised eyebrow, why are my parents here? Or even better, his parents?
"Parents?" I say voicing my thoughts.
"Yeah, I just thought we could all get together before I go back on the trip." Connor shrugs and places a kiss on my forehead. He bids me a goodbye and heads off to the changing room, I slowly make my way to my seat and I do in fact see mine and his parents already sitting there. I say a quick hello and sit to wait for the game to begin, soon enough Connor and his team make their way out onto the ice for warm ups.
"Are you excited?" My mother asks when she sees me sitting watching Connor carefully.
"I guess, I am excited to watch him play in person." I say quickly glancing to my mother and then back to Connor on the ice.
"Well enjoy tonight, darling." She smiles patting her hand on my shoulder. I look to her and shake off her weirdness, what the heck is going on?
Almost three hours later and the game ends with Edmonton winning in overtime. I had the best time watching Connor and his team play their best, and not to mention Connor scoring two goals and pointing to me made a smile on my face that never left. Now I wait with his parents and mine for him to come up, he had asked that we stay until he is ready to come up.
I shift impatiently in my seat, my eyes focused on my phone as I scroll through Instagram. And then I hear Connor's voice, I look up to see him dressed in a suit and I smile at how formal he looks.
"You look good." I chuckle nodding my head towards him. He gives me a nervous smile and shifts, what the heck is going on with everyone tonight? They are being so weird and unlike themselves.
"Can I hold your hand?" Connor asks holding out his hands. I nervously put my hands in his and gasp when I see him kneel on one knee. Our parents stand around us with grins on their faces, our mothers hold each other tight as they have tears in their eyes.
"You know, after what happened between us almost two years ago, I realized that I can't be with anybody else but you. When I first met you I didn't think we'd end up where we are now, I really thought we'd be together for a few months and then we'd go our separate ways. But we haven't and today I am asking you for your hand, for you to marry me and make my life complete. I know we're young and we've our whole life ahead of us still, but I want you to be with me every step of the way and I want to be with you while you grasp life to the fullest. I love you too much that no words can comprehend what I am trying to say, my love for you grows each day and I know it will continue do so. My love for you will never falter. So I ask you," Connor says as he lets go off my hand to pull out a small blue box, he opens it and inside is a beautiful engagement ring.
"Will you marry me?" Connor asks holding the box close to me. I smile as tears roll down my cheeks, my free hand covering my mouth to stop my sobs leaving me.
"Yes." I choke out and nod my head. Connor smiles widely at my answer and jumps up, he wraps his arms around me and spins us around. I laugh as the happy tears continue to fall, my head resting in the crook of his neck.
"It's beautiful." I mutter when Connor puts the engagement ring on my ring finger. He brings it up to his mouth and presses a kiss against it.
"Not as beautiful as you." Connor says wrapping his arms around me.
"You're a flirt, McDavid." I chuckle looking up to him. Connor is looking down at me, his beautiful brown eyes full of love.
"I love you." He tells resting his forehead against mine.
"I love you too." I reply and kiss him against his lips. Our parents cheer and come closer to us, I smile and keep my arms around Connor as we talk with our parents about our engagement.
A few months later and Connor and I officially marry. I'd never been any happier than I was that day I became Mrs. Connor McDavid.
A/N: This is so long! I am so sorry, I won't be surprised if nobody reads this. I should really stop writing this because I am making it longer than it already needs to be.
Apologies for mistakes and that.
-Lauryn.