LOGINEthan Oliver Harrison’s Point of View:The moment I stepped into the private jet, I felt a gush of emotions. It was finally happening again. I was traveling to see my… boyfriend?It felt like something was about to change, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it.New York. America… it sounded like paradise in my ears.I tightened my grip on my bag and walked down the aisle, ignoring the noise around me. My teammates were already settling in, some laughing, some arguing, some pretending like everything was normal.It wasn’t. Nothing about this trip felt normal, and almost half of us weren't traveling.There was an empty seat beside Mr. Rogers, and my name tag was on it, but I acted oblivious.“Captain, over here,” Daniel called out to me.He has been avoiding calling me by my name. He used my official title in public.“Wasn't he the one who suggested we avoid each other?” I was still unable to figure him out.I walked over and dropped beside him, stretching my legs slightly. The seat f
Carl’s Point of View:I hated the way Kane smiled at his phone.Not because it was annoying, okay, maybe a little, but because it was real.Kane didn’t do real. He was supposed to be the cold playboy who sleeps around with different ladies, while I cleaned up his mess.He flirted with everyone, teased them, slept with them… but that soft, stupid smile? That was something else. Something I didn’t see often. Something I wasn’t part of. And I didn’t like that.I was going through a terrible heartbreak. I needed my friend to smile at me, not at that Eve girl.I shoved my hands into my pockets as I walked away from him, my jaw tightening slightly.“One month,” I muttered under my breath. “What the hell did I just sign up for?”Daniel. He's probably a jerk.That was the first thing I told myself every time I saw him on TV or during our matches. He's always standing two steps behind Ethan Harrison like a shadow that refuses to be cast. He had a sharp jaw, steady eyes, and was always scannin
Kane Hau Alexander's POVI stared at my phone, a ghostly smile on my face as I read my messages.“So cute.” I reacted with a laughing emoji to the fan's sticker Ethan had sent to me. It was a funny meme of me jubilating.“Naughty boy,” I muttered, smiling sheepishly.We continued chatting, and it felt like I was in another world. I laughed at all his jokes, even the ones that weren't funny.We exchanged funny fan-made stickers and photo cards, and time slowly slipped away as we chatted.We were miles apart, but chatting with him made me feel like he was right beside me, making me smile without even trying.“Someone looks happy. You got laid last night, right?” Carl's voice blared through my skull, disrupting my thoughts. He moved closer to me, trying to collect my phone from my hands.I scowled, and my smile disappeared instantly. “The fuck! Don't you know what is called personal space?! You can't just jump into my face like that. It's scary,” I complained, pushing him away.Carl was
Ethan Oliver Harrison's POV“Nice game,” Daniel whispered into my ear, and I smiled, gently patting his shoulders.Austin looked at us, and he scoffed. It was like Derrick's overbearing behavior had been transferred to him."Tonight, you guys should go out and celebrate. Our rivals are posting rumors regarding your shitty team spirit. Also, your behaviour towards each other is plausible," Mr. Rogers said, his eyes fixed on Derrick and Austin.Derrick scoffed, muttering 'faggot' under his breath. Mr. Rogers didn't mind and he continued his sentence, while Marshall watched from a distance."The monthly training has been rescheduled. This time around your team will be trained with two other teams, the United States and South Africa," Rogers informed us.Everyone looked surprised, not because the training would begin, but because we would be training with the recent champions.Even I felt it, that sharp shift from annoyance to anticipation.'How did he manage to pull this off?' That was t
Two Weeks Later:Ethan Oliver Harrison's POVCommentator's voice: That's a wrap for the 2018 Canada-Russia game. Team Canada, led by their captain Ethan Harrison, won the match, solidifying their position among the top five hockey teams.There was loud noise as fans screamed, rejoicing and celebrating. “Go Team Canada! Go Ethan Oliver!” the fans chanted, raising banners with my face and small yellow flags to show they were my fans.There were fans of other players too. Daniel's fans raised green flags, Derrick's fans raised black flags, and Martin's fans raised blue flags. On and on, different fans held flags to boost their favorite Canadian players' morale. But over fifty percent of the crowd were chanting my name, while Daniel's fans occupied twenty percent of the seats. The other thirty percent were split among the rest of Team Canada.The Russian fans looked disappointed, but they still chanted their players' names, assuring them that they'd win next time.Commentator’s voice co
Ethan Oliver Harrison's POV:“Love? Is this what it feels like?”My eyes were fixed on Kane's face, and I traced my hands down his jawline, my fingers circling his nose. Hoping this wasn't a dream I'd have to wake up from.I don't know how I got back to my apartment. One thing I'm sure of: Kane really tried. He probably carried me down from the taxi, dodged the reporters swarming my apartment, and snuck us in through the windows.Euphoria… that was how I felt. His confession was what I had longed for. Everyone probably expected me to turn him down and play hard to get. But I didn't. I claimed his lips right inside the taxi and deepened the kiss until our spit mixed.I didn't have to say that I loved him. I wanted my actions to do the talking for me.I got a bit wild in the taxi, and Kane had to hold me back, begging me to control myself in front of the driver, else he'd lose control and fuck me right there.I didn't listen to him. I didn't have to. I wanted to be the irrational boyf
Kane Hau Alexander’s POVA week.It felt… unreal how quickly it passed.The town that had once seemed small and insignificant now felt too quiet in a different way, like it was already preparing to let us go. The ocean still moved the same, the breeze still carried salt and warmth, but something be
Kane Hau Alexander's POVI looked at the six people in the restaurant, and I smirked. They actually chose the wrong time to mess around.Crazy people think that they are ruthless narcissists, but only because they haven't met a psychopath… oh, I meant sociopath.When I was ten years old, my parents
Ethan Oliver Harrison's POVHe pouted his red lips, and his eyes squinted, wrinkling his nose. His hands were on his waist, and he looked wet from playing in the ocean. His long hair was let down, and the wind carried it.He must have noticed that I was staring because he turned to face me, his bro
Kane Hau Alexander's POV*Yes. Yes, Ethan Oliver Harrison. I want to make you my boyfriend. I want you to be exclusively mine.*Those were the words I wanted to use, but I couldn't confess how I really felt.“Boyfriends?” I laughed and playfully hit his shoulders. “We'll give our relationship a lab







