Boston had always been your home away from home. Your father was in the NHL until you were around ten, and for the majority of that time— he was with the Boston Bruins. Even after your dad ended up retiring, hockey was still a major part of your life, considering your older brother, James, was insanely good.

You on the other hand, got your mother’s love for singing and dancing— which you were very talented at.

Most of your life was spent at hockey rinks and around hockey players, considering your father took the coaching job for James’ team. Which meant the whole excitement of hockey guys flew out the window. The team felt more like twenty more brothers which was annoying, but definitely fun.

Well, except for Grayson Westbrook, your brother’s best friend. His father had been in the NHL with yours, and Grayson had always been on the radar for scouts. He was incredibly good, even better than your own brother—not by much—but still better.

He had always only cared about hockey. Everything he did, was for the sport. What he ate, his sleep schedule, even his friendships were based on hockey. You, were just stupid enough to believe he would have room in his life for you.

Before your junior year, the two of you got insanely close. Late night talks, lingering hugs, and his scent followed you everywhere. This followed into the school year, until finally? He ended it. He was a year older, going to Michigan for college, and he knew he wouldn’t have enough time to be the boyfriend you deserved.

The cut was deep. Grayson Westbrook had been your first love, but he had a choice to make. And you knew he could never choose you over his first love. Hockey.

4 years later.

You were finally back in Boston for the first time in what felt like years. Instead of going to college like you thought you would— your music career took off, and you landed a music label in NYC. Quickly, you’ve become one of the biggest young rising stars among pop culture.

Which is also how you landed the gig in the All-Star game performance. Maybe it was because you had connections from being the younger sister of the rookie sensation, James Beaumont, but it was also because you had mentioned multiple times that you were a huge hockey fan. Which was show through the amount of games you were seen at.

Your performance had been named one of the best that the world had seen— which was a huge accomplishment for you. The only thing you hated was the fact you had to sing the one song you regretted putting out to the public. Your debut song was a little sad, losing-love song that was obviously about Grayson, yet people knew nothing about your past relationship with the rookie of the year. It was a major hit, but you still hated preforming it.

It’s not like you hadn’t had boyfriends after him, and he had definitely been caught in some scandals with different girls— but everytime you sung that song, something surfaced in your heart that you tried so hard to push down.

The streets of Boston were full of fans, happy or disappointed in the outcome of the game as you made your way down the street. Paparazzi followed you, praising you for your performance—and you took a few photos with fans on the street, before finally making your way into the bar.

The bar in question was a small dive bar that was the main get together for hockey teams after games. You had been invited by your brother to join, and you definitely couldn’t say no to that. So, here you were, in the middle of the bar—watching a few hockey players have a dance off, not caring who saw them.

You started making your way over to the bar to get another drink when you ran into someone.

When you looked up, you knew the night was utterly fucked.

Grayson Westbrook was standing infront of you, looking unfairly good in a hoodie and some jeans. His brown hair was messy and his blue eyes were slightly shocked.

And then? He smirked. You tried to push your feelings down but.. new habits die young. It was a terrible idea to even talk to him, but you couldn’t resist. Not when he looked at you like that.