William Nylander - #29 Toronto Maple Leafs

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Hey everybody! This is my brother's favorite "young, really good hockey player" that he was telling me about earlier so I decided to make one of these about him.

Hope you enjoy! 2000+ words!

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I've known that I love him for so long. He doesn't know that, obviously, but he's my best friend. Yes, best friends love each other. We would do anything for each other. Well, at least I would do anything for him. Recently, I'm not so sure about Will anymore.

He is always so busy with hockey and the season with the Leafs. He is only about a month into the season so I get why he isn't available that often. I get that that's his job. I really do. But, I feel like we just never talk anymore. Best friends are supposed to talk to each other right? That's not something weird, is it?

No, it can't be. I mean, how else could people become best friends if they didn't talk.

My phone buzzes and makes that ding for a text message, that I now find so annoying.

From Will <3

Hey, are you free around noon?

To Will <3

Yeah, why?

From Will <3

Do you want to grab some lunch?

To Will <3

Sure, what were you thinking?

From Will <3

I was thinking that bistro we used to go to all the time. Does that work?

To Will <3

Yeah that sounds great. See you there at noon!

Message Read

"Humpf," I exhale after I lock my phone, setting it down on my jean clad lap. "Oh my," I say looking around my apartment. To be honest, I love my apartment. It is small, a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, but perfect for just me. The walls are a light grey and I put little decorations that represent me throughout the entire apartment. I look at my clock hanging off of the living room wall and check the time. I bite my lip when I see that it's already a little past 11. "Shit..." I whisper under my breath.

Jumping off of my couch, I walk into my room and open up my dark brown, wood dresser. My hand scans over all of my shirts as I settle on an old shirsey of Will's from when he played in middle school for his club team when his dad was playing for the New York Rangers. I pull off my over-sized sweatshirt and throw on Will's old shirsey. "Good," I nod in approval at my outfit, seeing it through my mirror in my bedroom. I grab my watch, wallet, keys and winter coat and head out into the cold.

I lock my door and rush to my parking garage, getting into my car. I turn on my music, my favorite playlist always has to be playing when I drive, that way I can focus on driving rather than the quiet of my car. Anyways, I drive to the bistro, which is about a half hour from my apartment. It's only about ten minutes from Will's place, a little unfair in my opinion, but it has amazing food.

I pull up to the bistro and park across the street because they don't have a parking garage and their side is always filled with cars since there is a high school close by. They use this street as overflow parking. Stupid teenagers getting in the way of my food.

I look back and forth before I cross the street and look for Will's car. I spot it out of the corner of my eye and smile, knowing that in a few moments I will get to see my best friend again. Walking into the bistro, I look around for Will's blonde mop of hair, which he is always messing with. The hostess asks me if I have a reservation. "I'm not sure. I'm actually here to meet a friend of mine but I can't seem to find him," I respond, still looking, but unable to find Will.

          

"What's the name?" She asks as she pulls up reservations on her tablet/ computer thingy at the desk.

"Nylander. Will or William Nylander," I tell the woman.

"Ahh yes. He is in the back. Follow me," the woman shares as she leads me through the bistro and to the back corner, at Will's favorite table.

She leaves once she sees me sit down. I take my jacket off and set it on the back of my chair. I look up at my best friend for the first time since I've gotten here. He is already smiling at me, his arms leaning on the table between us. "Hey," Will says finally.

"Hey," I respond, returning his smile.

"I've missed you," he says, his smile faltering.

"You've been busy," I make an excuse for him.

"Yeah but just because I'm busy, that doesn't mean that I don't make time for my best friend," Will argues.

I just nod my head. I don't really have a response to that, to be honest. There is an awkward pause for a moment as we both look down. "So how's hockey going?" I ask, already knowing their record.

"It's okay. I'm not entirely pleased with how I've been playing, but it could be worse," he answers before taking a drink of his water.

The waitress comes over and we order what we used to always get: a reuben, a cuban and a large order of skinny fries. While waiting for our food, Will decides to talk about why he invited me here, now.

"So Y/N/N..." Will starts. He plays with his fingers, a nervous habit I've seen him do hundreds of times.

"Yeah Will?" I ask, encouraging him.

"I've missed you so much. More than I thought possible to miss someone. I-I just... I want you back. We've been best friends for as long as I can remember and I can't believe we haven't talked in this long. I know it is my fault because I'm always busy but I want you, no... I need you  back. I'm not playing well and I think it's because I miss my best friend," Will confesses. "Will you please be my best friend again?" He asks finally looking up at you, holding eye contact.

All I can do is smile. "Of course Will. I've missed you a lot too," I respond. "Probably more than you'll ever know," I whisper the last part under my breath.

Just then our waitress brings over our food. After eating, Will asks, "do you want to go to my practice today? You can come and watch, meet all the guys and I can give you a tour?"

Smiling, I respond, "of course! That sounds like so much fun!"

"Great! Okay then you can follow me in your car? Does that work?" Will asks, a smile growing on his face.

"Yeah that sounds great," I answer. Will pays, after us bickering over who pays, and we head out to Will's practice arena.

Once we arrive and park, Will leads me inside. "Okay so you can sit up here, but I want you to meet the guys first. Sound good?" He asks.

I nod my head in excitement. Ever since Will became a true professional hockey player I've always wanted to see where he works. Playing a sport as your job always sounded so fun.

Will leads me to the locker room and knocks on the door. "Are you all decent? I'm bringing in a girl!" Will yells through the door.

"Wait a sec!" One guy yells. Will rolls his eyes and waits for him to yell again, "okay yeah you're good!"

Will opens the door for me and leads me into their locker room. I look around the room and almost every player is here either, dressed, half-dressed, or still in street clothes. "Guys, this is my best friend Y/N. Y/N/N, these are the guys. Guys, please introduce yourselves," Will says happily.

Will stands off to the side talking with a few guys as the rest of the team comes up and introduces themselves to me one by one. The last guy introduces himself as Tyler Bozak. "So how long have you been in love with Will?" He asks.

My eyes go wide," excuse me?" I ask him surprised.

"You keep looking over at him with the same look that my wife gives me. It's an 'in-love' look. So how long?" He repeats.

"Ummm.... a long time," I confess. "Promise me you won't tell him," I beg.

"Of course. I wouldn't dream of it... considering how he is looking at you right now," Tyler says with a smirk.

I turn around and catch Will stealing a glance at me. Once he sees that I've caught him, his face gets a light shade of pink and he turns back to his conversation. "He's in love with you too," Tyler comments.

"No way," I respond. "There's no way."

"Sorry to burst your bubble Y/N but he is looking at you again right now with that 'in-love' look," Tyler smiles at me. "Tell him after practice. Wait by the locker room doors and surprise him," Tyler recommends.

I take a deep breath. "You really think I should tell him?" I ask concerned.

"Yes I do. It will make both of you happier," Tyler answers knowingly.

"Okay. Whatever you say," I respond before walking over to Will. "Hey," I say wrapping my arm around his.

"Hey," he smiles down at me.

"I'm gonna go sit outside and watch you guys practice okay?" I tell him.

"Okay," Will says before leaning down and kissing my forehead. "It's good to have my best friend back," he whispers to me.

"I could say the same thing," I smile back at him. With that, I leave and head to the stands to watch practice. After it's over, just like Tyler recommended, I stand by the doors to their locker room, my feet crossed with my back leaning up against the wall. I hear a lot of yelling and laughing before Will is the first one to walk out.

"You ready to go?" Will asks me, making eye contact.

"Actually I have to ask you something," I say, trying to be forward.

"Sure, what's up?" Will asks, adjusting his jacket around his shoulders.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I ask, my eyes looking straight at Will.

"No I don't," Will responds, his face unchanging.

"Okay good," I say. Will looks confused as I say that. "There's something I need to tell you... I'm in love with you Will. I have been for a really long time and I just want to get it out there in the open so I don't have to hold it in-" I am interrupted by Will's lips crashing into mine. He pulls away a few seconds later, his face only inches away from mine. His hands rest on the sides of my face as mine hold onto the hem of his shirt.

"I love you so much," Will responds. He leans down for another kiss, our lips connecting. This one lasts much longer and is much more passionate than the first. His tongue breaks into my mouth and intertwines with mine. After we break apart, his teeth pull at my bottom lip. "I love you so fucking much Y/N/N. So much more than you will ever realize," Will confesses.

"Awe!! The love birds finally got together!" Tyler yells as he leaves the locker room with the rest of the team.

Will leans back down and kisses me again. My hands go up his shirt and rest on his toned abdomen. One of his hands goes into my hair while the other wraps around my torso. After we break apart, Will rests his forehead on mine. "I love you," Will says smiling.

"I love you," I repeat happily.

"Get a room you two," Mitch Marner yells at us as he passes by, heading out to the parking lot.
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Soooo.... what did you think? I really like this one and it's sooooooo long. Anyways, hope you enjoyed!
-S

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