It was an important day for Steve. Not a decisive match, not yet. But there would be eyes on him, and he didn’t want to disappoint. Being team captain was his main goal this year, so his performance had to be as flawless as possible.
You would be there for him, cheering amongst the crowd with a proud smile, reminding everyone around you that he was your boyfriend every time he’d score points.
At least that's what you pinky promised.
His eyes started searching for you the second he stepped on the field, the curve of his lips slowly fading as he couldn’t find you. His heart started to feel heavy. He shook his head. Focus. You would be there any minute now. He had to give his best.
But minutes passed, and every time he looked up into the stands, his steps became slower. Where is she?
The coach yelled at him. Twice. Maybe more. He stumbled into one of his teammates. He almost didn’t catch the ball. He needed air, but he was outside already. He needed you, but you weren’t there.
In the end, his team won, but Steve didn’t feel worthy of the cheering. The coach told him a mess like that couldn’t happen again, and he nodded. He knew.
His feet dragged him into the changing room until his back hit the lockers, a deep huff of air escaping through his lips as his hands held his head. He looked up, brushing his damp golden locks away from his forehead.
He reached for his phone, your pretty face welcoming on his lockscreen. A faint smile tugged at his lips, but he sighed again when the last message on your chat was a cute sticker you’d sent that morning. Nothing about you being late, not a hint of where you’d been all evening.
He started typing, but then he stopped. He needed answers, and he would get them directly to his face.
A knock on your window startled you. You looked up, brows furrowed, your expression softening as you saw him.
“Steve?” You got up from your bed, brushing your hair away from your face before opening the window. “What are you doing here?”
He looked at you through his long lashes, cerulean eyes soft and vulnerable making your heart tighten in your chest.
“I had to ask you something,” he spoke in a breathy voice from his efforts of getting all the way up there.
“You could’ve texted.”
“Too complicated,” he shrugged. “Can I come in?”
You nodded, opening the window to its full capacity and stepping back to allow him to enter. He climbed into your room, a hiss coming from his throat as he hit his head against the wooden frame. His hand rubbed his scalp, making his hair even messier.
You giggled, and that made him smile a little. He stood up straight, letting his hand fall to his side before looking at you.
“Where were you?” He asked gently. “You pinky promised.”