"Oliver, are you cheating on me?"

"Y/N, for the last time, I'm not cheating on you! I was just spending time with the guys..."

"Do you really expect me to believe you, Oliver Oscar Emanuel Ekman-Larsson? Do you really?"

"You know what, if you really want to break up, then fine! We're done. We're over...I really hope you're happy with this decision, Y/N..."

I shook my head, walking out the door and got into the car, driving to one of Oli's teammates and friend who I really trusted. Walking up to the door, I pressed the doorbell and lightly knocked on the door since it was 2:30 in the morning. I looked up and saw the door light turn on and I found Priya in a pair of sweatpants and an Arizona Coyotes shirt.

"Y/N? What happened? Are you okay?" Priya frowned as soon as she opened her front door, stepping aside so I could enter hers and Mikkel's shared penthouse.

"I-I'm fine..." I fake-smiled, my head hanging low so she couldn't see my somber expression.

"Y/N, I know you're not feeling fine...Please tell me, what happened?" She pleaded, looking outside at the lightning-bolt filled sky.

I sighed, running my hand through my hair before I burst into tears. "It's Oliver...He and I got in a fight...."

"Shh, it's okay, you guys will make-up..." Her face turned into a more deep frown before I saw the lights turn on.

"Y/N? Priya? What's going on?" I saw Mikkel in his pajamas, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he walked down the staircase.

"Oliver and I got in a fight, it's no big deal...." I blushed red, avoiding his eye contact.

"Oh crap, I'll go over to your place and I'll try to console Oliver...If he really messed it up, I swear I am going to-"

"Thank you, Mikkel, but I'm pretty sure Coach Tippett wouldn't want one of his top players injured..."

"I'll go over and check up on him, you guys can talk while I'm gone..."

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I heard the doorbell ring and a knock followed by and I slowly stood up from the couch, walking over to the door.

"Who is it?" I mumbled, slowly unlocking the door and I heard a voice gasp.

"Oliver Ekman-Larsson, is that you?" Looking up, I found Mikkel to be astonished, looking at my state of being and the living room.

There was shattered glass and scratches on the floor from the broken glass, that I swore I'd clean up in the morning.

"Mikkel, what are you doing here?" I sighed, running my hand through my dark brown locks.

"Y/N came over to my house, crying. What the hell did you both do to each other?"

"We got in a fight...She accused me of cheating; when in hindsight, you, Max, Anthony, and Connor were helping me with the engagement ring....And I might've said to her that we were breaking up."

I heard Mikkel sigh and I looked up to him, who was rubbing his face in distress before he clapped his hands together.

"Jeg fik en idé, Oliver..." ()

"Vad är din idé, Mikkel?" ()

"Få i bilen... Vi vil til mit sted!" (!)

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"I'll go get the door..." Priya stood up from her seat at the counter and ran to the door carefully as she could since she had a cup of coffee in her hand.

"We're back...And I brought someone for Y/N!" Mikkel took his shoes off before the shadowy figure whispered to him.

"I shouldn't be doing this, Mikkel-"

"Oliver? What're you doing here?" I gasped, looking at his beaten down appearance.

"I-I came to apologize, Y/N...I shouldn't of broke up with you without explaining myself-"

"Stop, it's me who should be apologizing to you... I didn't know that you were hanging out with your teammates until Priya was telling me about it."

"Oh, she didn't say anything about this, did she?"

"Say what?"

Oliver got down on one knee, getting a small box out of his pocket. "Will you marry me?"