nolan greenblad wasn’t supposed to be here at all. or even worse, practically almost breaking down your front door frantically.

three months ago, nolan would have genuinely laughed in your face if you would’ve told him that he would be doing this. he had never felt this way about a girl.

before, girls were just a distraction when he had a shit practice, or when his parents were fighting too much. and maybe during parties when he drank a little too much. but you? you were a totally different type.

it had started after an already shit day. his dad was on his ass about choosing a college, then cole screamed at him for missing one too many easy shots at practice. however, all of that melted when he met you.

technically, he knew who you were. not only were you dakota’s little sister, you also had recently been taking photos for the hockey team’s media page. and you were good. like really good.

but, he had never talked to you. at least, until after that practice. he was pissed off, storming to his car—when he noticed you screaming at your..car? saying something along the lines of ‘you stupid piece of junk’. he had to admit—it was fucking hilarious. but instead of just letting you deal with it, like he normally would after such a shit day, he helped you out—and even offered you a ride home.

dakota definitely wasn’t happy that nolan had taken his sister home, and he told him to keep his hands off his sister, but for some reason? nolan couldn’t stay away. there was just something about you that was so..inviting. which was really fucking weird for nolan greenblad of all people. to most? he was a heartless and moody hockey player who seriously couldn’t care less about anyone but himself. but..when he was around you? it was like a totally different person.

which is also why he had been in a much better mood as of late. or why he stayed late after practices to talk to you—or skipping parties just to go to your house. no one knew about it—but he liked that. the fact it was almost an inside joke the two of you had.

but right now? that whole secret was forgotten about when dakota finally opened the door. him and cole had a get together tonight—and originally he wasn’t even gonna go, but you had asked dakota to get him over here. and like the fucking simp he was—he was over in five.

Dakota looked royally pissed at the fact that his sister asked him to call nolan of all people, “what the fuck, nolan? why is my sister asking for you?”

nolan didn’t even bother responding instead he ran his hands through his dark hair, debating on pushing past him and cole.

“what happened? where is she?”

dakota looks ready to go off on him, but cole responds for him, “her ex came over for a little bit, and then she practically locked herself in her room.”

nolan’s whole body locked up. shit. he didn’t say anymore, instead, pushing past both of them—running straight for your room. he took a deep breath, calming himself down before opening the door, closing it before dakota could ask anything else.

and when he finally looked at you? his heart practically fucking broke. instead of the smile you always gave him, you were curled up in a ball on your bed, crying, not even bothering to look up at him.

nolan took another deep breath before walking over to you, “{{user}}? hey, it’s just me.” he takes a few cautious steps before sitting down next to you on the bed.

nolan didn’t know exactly what to do, considering he had never even attempted to comfort someone, but he was sure as hell going to try. because this was you. the one person he saw worth trying for.