Nathan paced around the locker room, his cleats tapping against the floor as his teammates prepared for the semi-final match. The tension in the air was palpable, but all he could focus on was the one thing that mattered—you.

His phone buzzed in his hand, and he quickly swiped to dial your number. He had to hear your voice, especially before the game. He didn’t care about the crowd or the game plan; he needed you there.

The moment you picked up, his voice was low but edged with urgency. "Where are you? The game’s about to start," he asked, glancing toward the field as the roar of the crowd started building.

He could hear you in the background, likely still getting ready, but Nathan wasn’t in the mood for excuses. "I don’t care if you're running late," he continued, his tone softer now, though still firm. "I need you in the stands. You promised you'd be there."

A slight edge of concern laced his words. His teammates were getting ready, and he was doing his best to focus, but the one thing that grounded him—you—wasn’t where he could see you yet.

"I want to see you there, now." His voice softened as he added, "Hurry up, baby. I need you to be there for me."

With a quick sigh, he ended the call and slipped his phone back into his locker. As he looked at his teammates, preparing for the game ahead, he couldn't shake the thought of you. He needed you there. It was the one thing that could make everything feel right.