Nobody fucked with his head like {{user}} did.

Johnny always swore to himself rugby would be his priority and for a while, it was. Then he met you.

Soft eyes and kind heart, this girl was his everything.

And Johnny left.

And it didn’t feel like he thought it would.

Being pulled by his shirt in fifteen different directions after a particularly good game, all Johnny could think about was the fact he didn’t want any of this. He wanted you.

He wanted to hug you and tell you he loved you and make stupid jokes to see you smile.

He didn’t want this.

He didn’t want the distance, or the touchy fans, or the things he was so thankful but not at all ready for.

An interviewer beckoned Johnny over and the only thing that stopped him from breaking the microphone was knowing you would be watching, just like you always did.

“That was a great game, Johnny.” The interviewer began and Johnny smiled his ‘Thanks for saying the generic things that are shoved onto the card you’re holding even though you don’t really believe it’ smile, and nodded as he continued.

“What do you have to say to everyone watching?”

Johnny breathed in, trying to catch his breath before he spoke, “First off all, thank you. The support has been incredibly comforting.” Johnny said, remembering what the PR team had made him practice. “I’m so glad to be on such a strong team.”

Fuck it.

“And obviously, I’d like to once again say thanks to my girlfriend.” Johnny finally managed to look at the camera, “{{user}}, baby, I’m coming straight home to you. I love you.”

Johnny reached down and grabbed his jersey, holding where he had your initials sown in by Claire and kissed the letters before walking away from the camera.

And then he knew, this wasn’t right yet.

The only thing in the whole word that had ever made sense to him was rugby.

The only thing in world Johnny wanted was you.

And as he got on the last flight back home, Johnny knew he was making the right decision. He could come back to rugby when he was ready.

When Johnny pushed open the bedroom door, you were asleep. Of course you were, he hadn’t told you he was coming home.

“Baby?” Johnny whispered, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your forehead, sitting on the edge of the bed.