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So, it's 7:56 am. I'm in my room towel and change of clothes ready. I'm about to head into the bathroom. I'm supposed to meet with Chase again this morning.

If he didn't forget, that is.

I'm pretty sure he wouldn't forget, though. I have faith in him—for some reason, I trust him more than most. More than Del, but that might be because he can't run his mouth and embarrass me. Del, I trust—a lot—too. I dared to put myself in a vulnerable position with him. I guess I trust them on different scales. I can't compare the two.

I straighten out my room before going to the bathroom, Del is supposed to come over after practice today, so I want it to look nice. He hasn't stayed in my room; we always go to his.

I cross another page off on my calendar. End of this week, I'm going to New York with Del. I can't believe that's already coming up so soon. I haven't told my mom; she thinks I'll just chill in my room. She is not even aware of the fact that I have a boyfriend.

I will call her later.

I don't speak to my mom a lot anymore. I've just been so busy.

Between studying, hockey, parties, and my boyfriend, I don't find much time to talk to her, let alone my dad. Although, my dad has been bugging me about needing to go over to Spain for Christmas.

I could go to Spain, I'd love to see my dad, but it's in Europe. I'd need to cross the ocean for that. I can't exactly drive up there. At least for New York, Del and I will drive down there.

I need to focus on New York before even thinking about Spain. That's already big enough of a deal.

Del and I are expected to appear at a hockey party before we leave. It's some pre-thanksgiving thing before everyone goes off to their families.

I leave my room and make my way to the bathroom, it must be around eight right now, so I'm on time to meet Chase. A smile grows on my face. I cannot wait to sing some French songs with him. I took some French in high school, not that it ever stuck, but maybe it helps to understand some parts.

Right when I'm about to enter the bathroom, I hear knocking on the door, making me backtrack. I quickly open the front door, hoping to get rid of whoever it is so I can meet Chase.

Swinging the door open, I see Taylor standing there. He stands there with a smile on his face, meeting my confused gaze. I narrow my eyes out of confusion a bit—what the hell is he doing here at 8 in the morning?

"Hi Ki," he greets me with a wave before putting both hands back in the pocket of his sweat pants. It's obvious he hasn't been awake for long, not even had a shower before he came here.

"Uhm, hi Taylor, what are you doing here?" I question him.

"Well, I had a question," he pauses, and I see him shuffling on his feet. "so the other day, you were vibing to the music in my room, and I was wondering if you'd like to come to a concert with me?"

"A concert?"

"Yeah, to the Arctic Monkeys. I've had the tickets for a while. I'm not sure if it's your style, but you seemed to know the songs when we shot the ID pictures. So if you'd like to come, that would be great—otherwise, I'll ask one of the boys."

"Well, I'd like to..." I think about how I can turn him down nicely. I'm in a relationship with one of his mates, "...but I'm not sure if Del would like that. I know there are some tensions between you, so I fear it will only get worse. Del will definitely get jealous, that's for sure."

"I don't mean anything behind it if that's what you're worried about. I actually have my eyes on someone else." He says.

I can not lie, but that astonishes me a little. Not to be arrogant, but I did think Taylor was into me. Maybe that was because Del acted so god damn jealous when he was around, so I assumed Del was onto something. Apparently not, though.

"Why can't you ask them?"

"Well, it's not really her scene, and she is not ready for us to be outed right now."

"Oh well...um—I think you should talk to Del about this first. I'd love to go, but I don't want any more problems between you two."

"Okay, if that gets you to go—I will ask him immediately. But you should take the ticket. You can give it back later if it doesn't work out." He says and pulls the ticket out of his sweatpants pocket.

He forces me to take it before he turns around and sprints back to his room, probably to ask Del. I stand there perplexed for a few moments.

The was one weird morning experience, I just got asked out for a date, but it's not a date?

Also, who is this mystery woman? Is she okay with him going out with me?

For a second, I forget all about meeting Chase in the bathroom.

I don't remember until I realize I still have the towel in my hands. I make it back to my room and place the ticket neatly on my desk.

I check my phone on my way back to the bathroom.

8:09 am.

I'm late for our meeting, but it's fine. Chase wouldn't be gone, right?

I enter the bathroom.

I pause on the threshold to listen for a sound—any sounds. However, I don't hear music or the noise of the shower. He is not here.

Did he forget about me, or did he leave because he thought I wasn't going to show?

Disappointed, I slump over to the shower. I still need to shower before getting to campus. It's going to be a long day. I was just hoping to get some time to talk to my friend before all of it.

Instead of French music, I put on Taylor Swift.

I hum along to the song. I'm just going for a quick shower, I don't need to wash my hair, and since Chase is not here, I don't see why I should stay for longer. I wash my body, softly singing to Champagne Problems.

When done scrubbing my body till I feel clean enough, I turn off the shower.

Chase didn't show.

I feel gutted.

I can't help but wonder why he is not here, there could be endless explanations, but I won't be able to exactly ask him. I don't have his number. I don't know his name or in which flat he lives.

I could knock on every door until I find him, but I'm not even sure how to recognize him.

I hope it isn't anything serious. I merely hope Chase was running late and therefore had to leave early, now feeling guilty about leaving without notifying me.

I will keep wondering about it until I see him again, which will be god knows how long from now. We always meet by accident which isn't that often. We don't have shower routines or anything. I hope I will at least see him before New York, but I also needed him about this concert dilemma with Taylor. I haven't even told him about Tamara, and I was planning on doing that today.

After drying my body, I quickly get dressed and leave to get back to my room. I attempt to put on a little makeup keeping it minimal but looking effortless. I jump into my sneakers before grabbing a jacket plus my bag and making it out of the door.

I'm walking today, alone.

Del said he had to go on a morning run, and his classes started later. But we'll see each other at practice.

As I make it out of my building, I check for any texts from Taylor, but there are none. I hope he did talk to Del about the concert. But I guess, I'll find out during practice because I also don't have any texts from Del about it.

But I do have a text from Oli: Wanna have dinner with the whole flat together tonight? Del is welcome to come.

I will ask him, see you at home. xx

I reply back.

I arrive late to practice. I got held up in class and had to talk to the professor about a mark I had gotten. The problem is: I'm never late.

I don't want to be tardy.

People will have an opinion about me. I will embarrass myself by walking in late. They will think I don't take it seriously.

I practically ran towards the hockey building. I'm all sweaty, despite that it's cold outside. I even almost got hit by a car on my way here. I scared the poor old woman by crossing the road. She even stopped to ask if I was alright, even though it was entirely my fault.

I push through the doors until I hear the familiar shouting of Coach.

I see all the boys on the ice. Del and Taylor are both there, with a distance between them.

I walk toward Matt, who doesn't seem to pay attention as he is just cleaning his medical supplies.

"Hey!" I say when I get close to him, "I'm so sorry I am late. It wasn't my intention."

He simply waves it off, "It's not a problem, Kiya. You know these practices aren't really vital for you to be at all the time. If you can't make it, you're free to skip them—it's just the games I need you at."

"No, I want to be here, I promise. I just ran into some problems before."

"Ah, you just want to see your boy, don't you." He smirks. It makes me blush, hoping I haven't been too obvious about checking him out during practice and the games. I quickly glance over to the ice. Del is skating around doing some agility exercises. "Well, now that you're here, you better help me clean this up."

I quickly get to action by starting to help him with what he was doing.

It keeps us busy for some time. Matt is right about there not being a lot to do at practice. Usually, I end up watching half of the training. I study the medical supplies; some I have used before, some I have not. It's so cool to see up close.

I jump when I suddenly feel a pair of hands on my hips. I swiftly turn around and see Del standing there, still fully dressed in his hockey attire. He has a smile on his face and places his hands on my waist now, pulling me towards him.

He leans in to kiss me on the lips.

His lips linger before he deepens the kiss. I smile into our kiss. I missed him, although I just saw him yesterday.

"Hi, ice baby." He smiles while pulling back.

"Hi, Delly." I tease, "you looked good out there."

"Yeah? I didn't even notice you coming in. Where were you?"

"I just got held back. It wasn't anything," I tell Del, I glance behind him, trying to see if I spot Taylor, but none of the boys are in sight. I don't want to bring it up now, though, "Hey, do you want to have dinner with my roommates tonight? Oli asked."

"Oh yeah, sure. That would be nice. I need to get on Darlene's good side." He jokes.

His hand moves down my body to take my hand in his—he entwines our fingers before pulling me along with him.

I turn my head to give Matt a wave before I'm off.

I let Del pull me along with him until he pushes open a room. I protest I cannot go into the locker room where all the boys are.

"No one is in here." He says, looking at me with pleading eyes.

I give in seeing the look in his eyes, I feel like I know what he is planning, and I can't say I'm opposed to it. I take another step forward toward him.

We get into the room, and he pushes me back against the door. I hear the door lock into place as he looks me deeply in the eyes.

"Wait," I breathe out before we do anything. Del searches my eyes, looking thoughtfully. "Did you talk to Taylor?"

He leans back a little. I can see his pupils moving quickly—as they move between my two eyes, keeping eye contact.

"I did...this morning," he says, his voice not giving anything away.

"And?" I ask.

"I'm fine with it. Taylor made it clear he is not interested in you that way. I believe him, and I trust you."

That comes as a total surprise. I was not expecting Del to agree with it.

"Don't look so surprised. I don't want to hold you captive or anything. I know you and Taylor are good together, and you have sort of similar taste in music, I guess. But then I feel like you like all music, I've scrolled through your Spotify, and your taste is weird." He offends.

I scoff and swat his arm.

"Excuse me, I have good taste in music," I say, but he just has a smirk. I can see the glint in his eyes this is amazing him.

He leans down and kisses my cheek.

"Sure, darling. Now..." His arms go under my ass, and he lifts me. My arms go around his neck. "...I want to fuck my girlfriend in the locker room."

I gulp at his words, hearing his deep tone.

He carries me over to a bench and lays me down on it.

I lie on the bench as he stands up tall again, hovering over my small body. His hands go to the hem of his hockey shirt, and he pulls it over his head. After this, his shorts go before he starts to take off the protective equipment. He strips down to his boxers before bending down and climbing on the bench.

His lips travel my neck, leaving wet kisses as he slowly moves up. He doesn't leave a mark, but he does softly suck on the skin of my neck.

I feel scandalous being in a public locker room with him. Talk about getting out of my comfort zone.

His lips trail up to my ear. His body nestled between my legs and one of his hands on my hip. I can feel his hardness press against my still fully clothed center.

From my ear, he goes to the side of my face. He slowly moves his soft lips over my jaw. When he reaches the corner of my mouth—he places a soft kiss. He moves back a little, his mouth now hovering over mine. I move my head up, trying to connect our lips. However, he doesn't let me.

Del seems to have other plans as he instead catches my bottom lip with his teeth, softly pulling it.

He releases my bottom lip with a pop.

"Nu-uh, baby. If you want it, better come and get it. I'll be in the shower." And with that, he swiftly stands up.

With his back to me, his fingers hook into his boxer briefs as he pulls them down his legs, revealing his buttocks to me. He looks over his shoulder to look at me before he walks off.

I hear the water turn on, which I think wakes my brain up again. I sit up and pull my shirt over my head, wanting to get there as fast as possible. I get completely naked faster than ever that is how eager I am to jump into that shower with him.

I sprint toward the showers and see him standing there. He leans against the wall facing me. Confidently I walk over to him without covering my body as I see his eyes linger.

My arms go around his neck, and he is instantly ready to catch me as I jump. My legs going around his back.

He turns us around. My back rests against the wall, making it easier for him to hold me up.

One of his hands goes between us to feel me.

"Fuck, who made you this wet, ice baby." He breathes out the question. "Answer me."

"You did," I moan, enjoying the feeling of his fingers sliding between my slit.

He pushes two fingers into me and pumps a few times before curling them right at that sensitive spot, making my back arch into him. He pulls his fingers back out, but this time he takes ahold of his cock and moves it over my slit, stopping at my clit to tease me.

"I think you're ready. You're already so goddamn wet."

"Please," I whisper into his ear before burning my head into his neck, tasting his wet skin.

"Good girls get what they want," he replies, and with that, he lowers my body onto his cock.

He gently lets me get adjusted to him before he starts to move us. He starts rocking me against him.

He starts fucking me hard with force against the shower wall. The feeling is so intense—the streaming water makes it even more intimate. Two naked wet bodies together in this shower.

I let out a loud moan, and it echoes through the room.

"Shh, you don't want Coach to hear you now do you," He laughs as he keeps his steady pace.

I move my face out of his neck and attack his lips, hoping it drowns out my moans because I cannot hold it in.

His hands firmly grip my hips, leaving marks in their wake. I'm just excited to see the bruises in the morning. I love it when he is rough with me.

I know this is going to be fast. We can't have someone walking in and discovering us. Also, I'm already almost there.

"Ah," I let out at one particularly hard thrust. "I'm gonna come, fuck."

"We come together, alright. You're with me, darling." He groans against my lips, "fuck, you are so hot like this."

He keeps moving our bodies together with ease. The water makes us glide against each other better.

I almost can't hold it anymore. I feel so full. It feels so good.

"Alright cum, ice baby."

So I do, coinciding my orgasm with his. He spurts into the moment my walls clench around him.

My head falls back against the wall as all the tension in my body erupts in pure bliss.

//

Hi sorry, I abandoned my book a bit for two weeks. But I was in Greece for a week and from there went back to the UK for a week, I saw Harry Styles in England and now I have covid from that hahaha. But that was a bit expected, wasn't it? It was so worth it. Harry was incredible.

please stay safe, i love you xx


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