Engaged | Mat Barzal
Requested? Nope
Warnings? None
Summary: Mat proposes to you
Word Count: 1,929
Everything in italics is a flashback!
“Good morning (y/n)!!” you hear someone yell and you instinctively pull the covers over your head.
The person jumps onto your bed, pulling the covers back down and your eyes peek open to see your best friend grinning above you.
“Tito, go away,” you groan trying to yank the covers back.
“(y/n), get up,” he says
You shake your head and hide further away into your bed. Tito being his excited puppy-like self won’t take no for an answer and finds your waist, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up out of bed. You end up in his arms bridal style, with a look on your face that could kill.
“Choose your next words wisely,” you warn, finally opening your eyes to look at him.
“I have coffee and food downstairs. Take a shower and then we can go shopping,” he says and a smile creeps onto your face.
“Wise man.”
Tito grins, carrying you into the bathroom and dropping you down before telling you he’ll be downstairs. You shower quickly, getting dressed in something decently cute, and head down to the kitchen where Tito waits.
“There’s my girl,” he says and you curtsey fakely making Beau laugh.
“Yeah yeah. Where’s my coffee?”
Beau laughs, holding your coffee out to you which you happily take. You take a sip and hum in agreement. Beau laughs once more and you spin, heading towards the door.
“Well let’s go!”
The minute Mat received the text from his best friend that you and he were off shopping, he heads over to their shared apartment. He anxiously grabs everything, the rose petals, the outfit he would change into, the ring, and anything else he thinks he needs to propose. He bounces around the apartment, anxiety running through him, as he runs through the plan in his head one more time.
He had wanted to propose to you for ages. The idea coming strongly to him one night when he came home late from a game, your sleeping form curled into the couch, wearing his jersey, and your homework set out before you. He leaned against the doorframe and thought that he wanted to come home to you every single night. And every single day after that, that was the only thought in his head. That he needed you here, with him forever.
He employed the use of Beau, both of yours best friend. He knew he had to get everything ready and had to get you out of the house for the day so you wouldn’t be suspicious of his actions. He told Beau to get you a cute outfit and go as far as get your nails done together for the day before Beau would bring you to the building where he was proposing. He hoped everything was going to go perfectly.
You were becoming slightly suspicious more and more as the day went on. You weren’t sure exactly what was going on, but when Beau suggested you tried on every dress you set your eyes on, decided he would pay for most of your clothes, and then said you should get your nails done and the two of you could talk during it you knew something was up.
Far be it from you to decline a free manicure, so as you and Beau sat together at the salon you cast your eyes over to him.
“What is going on?” you ask and he coughs, stuttering for a moment before responding.
“Nothing? Why would something be going on?”
“No reason,” you decide and he nods.
Once your nails are done Beau tells you there’s one more place you have to stop. You get to the strangely familiar building, the two of you climbing to the top floor. Your nerves take over as Beau leads you to a room. He casts you a smile before swinging the door open. Your jaw drops at the sight before you.
It was a penthouse, one of the more gorgeous ones you had ever seen. Rose petals litter the floor, light music playing in the background, and there was Mat standing just past it all. A white button-down stretches across his broad shoulders, gray slacks falling over his legs. His back is turned to you and you take a moment to gaze over his figure.
“Go,” Beau whispers behind you.
You smile at your best friend, making a mental note to thank him later. You step into the penthouse and the door shutting causes Mat to look at you. He turns, his hair falling over his eyes and a nervous smile appearing on his lips.
“Come here,” he says holding a hand out to you.
You make your way over, a nervous step about you but you take his hand and he pulls you in. Mat wraps an arm around your waist, pecking your lips nervously before taking a step back.
“Hi baby,” he says.
“Hi. What’s all this?” you ask your head swiveling to take in the decorations, the music, and the gorgeous view.
“Okay I’m gonna say a lot right now, so just give it a second before you say anything okay?”
You nod and Mat smiles, intertwining your hands in front of him. You look up into his stunning hazel eyes and a smile widens across your lips.
“Do you like the view?” he asks and you finally cast your eyes across the balcony to see the skyscrapers littering the sky, a beautiful sunset falling in the back.
“It’s beautiful,” you breathe out and Mat smiles, staring lovingly down at you.
“Yeah, it is.” You turn to look back at him and Mat grins at you.
“My love, you have been the most important thing in my life since I’ve met you. I know every single person from announcers to the press to media to even fans has hyped me up and given me the biggest ego possible. But none of it matters unless I have you by my side.”
You let go of one of Mat’s hands, to come up to your mouth, shaking nervously.
“You bring out the best in me, you always have. And there are millions of girls who throw themselves at me when I’m on the road,”
Your smile drops for a moment, your head tilting to look at Mat and he giggles lightly. He holds his free hand up, telling you to wait a moment.
“Hey (y/n/n),” you turn to look at Tito, and he nods his head in the opposite direction.
You look to see a girl, hand wrapped tightly around Mat’s bicep, and gazing up at him as if he’s the greatest thing God has ever made. She wasn’t wrong to look at him that way, but you should be the only one to do that.
You grimace at Tito, handing him your drink which he takes, smiling knowingly. You march over, trying to keep your jealousy in check as you approach Mat and the random girl.
“Well hi darling,” you greet coldly and Mat looks up at you, panic flashing across his face before a proud smile sits upon his face.
“And you are?” you ask swiveling your attention onto the girl.
“I’m,” she starts and you hold your hand up to stop her.
“Not his girlfriend I’ll tell you that.”
The girl flounders before you flash her a smile that gets her to turn and rush away. You turn to Mat, and he shakes his head, a laugh approaching his lips as he raises his glass.
“You are terrifying when you’re jealous,” he says and you smile.
“Just protecting what’s mine,” you shrug and Mat sets his glass down.
“No need. I’m not gonna go anywhere.”
“But none of them are you. No one will ever compare to you. You are my everything. You make my stomach erupt in butterflies every time I see you and you remind me that all of those cheesy love songs are true. And as much as you jokingly say you hate it, I know you love it when I serenade you”
“Mathew Barzal come back here!” you call to your boyfriend who rushes up to the microphone in the middle of the bar.
“Hi everyone,” he says and you press your face into your hands.
“I just wanted to come up and sing some karaoke! This song goes out to my beautiful girlfriend.”
You groan, the rest of the boys you came out with laughing and patting you on the back as they watch their teammate and your boyfriend make an absolute idiot of himself on stage. It was one of your favorite songs, and you smile like a dork, holding a hand up to your lip as you bite it trying to push the smile away.
“Baby, I love you!” Mat yells at the end of the song.
You cackle loudly and Mat makes his way over to you, pressing a kiss to your lips.
“And even if you’re not listening to me serenade you, I know you’re here for me through anything and everything. Fuck you would bail me out of jail if I needed it,” he says and you giggle lightly and nod.
“And you’ve loved me on my best days,”
You sit anxiously waiting for Barzy to come out of the locker room. The isles just won the game that gets them into the playoffs, and you were beyond excited to sit and watch every game. Just as you were looking around, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist.
You shriek, before giggling loudly knowing Mat’s strong arms around you. He sets you down, and you spin around, your arms coming to wrap around his shoulders. He slips his around your waist, holding you tight against him. You both giggle excitedly, and Mat pulls away for a moment quickly pressing a kiss to your lips.
“You’re going to the playoffs!!” you yell and he smiles wide.
“And you’ve supported me, cheered me on, and loved me through the worst ones,” he continues.
“And darling,” he says, grabbing your hands again and you look up at him.
“You’re even there to take care of me when I’m fucked up,” he admits and you laugh.
“Baaaaby!!! Oh, baby girl!!” Mat yells and you flinch knowing he’s drunk.
You turn and Mat drapes himself over you, the alcohol apparent on his breath. He smiles lopsidedly, pointing to someone random over your shoulder.
“Hey! This is my girl, and I love her so much!!” he yells drunkenly, and you grin.
“And my love, you’re drunk.”
Mat frowns at this accusation, but when he sees your face again, a smile reappears. You grin, falling for this boy even more at the moment before grabbing one of his hands to rest firmly over your shoulder and dragging him out of the party.
“And this is easily the longest speech of my entire life, but you’re everything to me. I come alive when I’m around you and you always bring out the best in me and I-” he pauses and you squeeze his hands in encouragement.
He keels down, pulling one hand away and digging out a velvet box. He pops it open, before casting his eyes back up at you.
“I guess what I’m saying is that I fuckin’ love you. And I want to know if you will marry me?”
“Mat you’re so dumb of course,” you say diving into his arms.
“I love you so much,” you tell him pulling back as he slips the rings on your finger.