halley’s comet - trevor zegras
trevor zegras x fem! reader
warnings: talk of abusive relationship (doesn’t go into detail), swearing
notes: not proofread!! little quick writing for trevor because i feel like i haven’t written for him in forever
i’ve been loved before, but right now in this moment
i feel more and more like i was made for you
you never planned on falling in love again. especially not with trevor zegras- a hockey player that could get any girl in the world.
after being in a toxic relationship for two years, you vowed to never be in love again. and you had stuck to that vow for a long time. you couldn’t endure another relationship that consisted of fighting, jealousy, and abuse. your perception on relationships was boggled. you had never experienced a loving, healthy relationship, and it didn’t bother you that you didn’t. however, one particular hockey player changed that.
christi- your best friend- dragged you to an anaheim ducks game one night. she was looking for fresh bait, in need of another one night hook up. it didn’t take much to drag you there considering your huge love for hockey already.
while sitting in the stands, trevor locked his eyes with yours. you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. he felt adrenaline rush through his veins at the sight of you, so he came to one conclusion… he needed you.
you even thought yourself that trevor was gorgeous and incredibly gifted at hockey.
at the end of the game, trevor rushed off the ice, wanting to find you. he had ran through the crowded arena in his hockey gear and crocs- which definitely sparked some weird looks and girly screams. he finally spotted you buying a duck’s stuffed animal. he swallowed nervously before approaching you.
“hi,” he began, causing you to turn around in shock. “i’m trevor.”
you swear knees started to buckle, but you remained to keep composure, not wanting to embarrass yourself.
“hi i’m y/n.” you blush, clutching onto the stuffed animal.
“not much of a talker, huh?” trevor giggles at your shyness. you break out into a toothy grin, looking anywhere but into trevor’s eyes.
“you played really good tonight.” red blush paints trevor’s cheeks at your sudden compliment.
“thank you.” he moves closer to you. goosebumps cover your skin at the small movement. “i was uh… wondering,” he nervously stumbles over his words. “if i could get your number?”
your eyes go wide. he seems nice and adorable, but so did your ex. “oh, um, i’m not sure, trevor. i’m really sorry.”
his expression falls. he’s not too used to being rejected. “it’s ok.” his lips fall into a frown.
“i’m really sorry. i just don’t know if i’m ready for a relationship. my last one was really toxic, and i’m not looking to relive that.” you nervously ramble, trying to make him feel better.
“i get it,” he smiles. “but can i please just give you my number. just for if or when you are ready to date again?”
taking a moment, you consider his request. he’s only giving you his number. there’s no harm in getting a guys number. “sure.” you cave in.
his eyes light up like a child’s, and his signature smile comes back. he gives you a quick ‘ok’ before exchanging his number to your phone. you send him a quick text so he has yours.
that night, you and trevor texted for hours and hours. you told him you don’t know when you’d be ready to date again, and he said he’d wait for you no matter how long. his way with words just broke down the barrier around your heart. slowly overtime, he wiggled his way into your heart.
since then, you and trevor have been inseparable. you and trevor were meant to be and everyone saw it.
“baby,” you say into trevor’s chest. you’re both cuddled up on the couch. your body on top of trevor’s while he watches hockey reruns.
“yes, lovie?” he replies, pulling you closer into his chest.
“i’m so glad you completely embarrassed yourself the night we met, and asked for my number while still in hockey gear.” you giggle, kissing his bare chest.
trevor doesn’t respond, causing you to look up. his lips are pouted and eyebrows furrowed. “you thought that was embarrassing? i thought it was romantic.” he teases, tickling your sides.
swatting away his hands, you bark out in laughter. “stop it- trevor!” your words are broken up by laughter and squeals.
“not until you confess it was so romantic!” he yells, continuously tickling your body. while trying to squirm out of his hold, he flips you over. his body now traps yours underneath.
“fine, but stop and i’ll confess!” you whine. finally, he takes his hands away from your body and moves them on either side of your head, holding his muscular body up. “trevor zegras, nothing you can do is embarrassing… and when you asked for my number in the middle of honda center in your gear and crocs, that was the most romantic thing i’ve ever experienced. it was romeo and juliet type shit.”
“ok, ok, now you are over doing it.” he quirks an eyebrow before letting out a wheezy laugh.
catching your breath, you lay against trevor’s bare chest. you let his scent fill your nose. if you could get a candle that smelt like trevor, you would. he just smelt like home.
thinking back on previous relationships, you realize you’ve never had a moment like this. of course you had cuddled with your significant other before, but you never felt like this. you never felt this loved.
“i love you so much.” you breathe out, closing your eyes and bathing in his embrace. trevor’s arms return to their resting place around your body.
“i would tell you how much i love you, but i can’t put that into words. you wouldn’t be able to comprehend how much love i hold for you.” he admits, causing your cheeks to flush.
almost eight billion people on this earth, and your love was made for one person only- trevor zegras.
