They had won the game. That was good. If only you had been there to see it. Noel knew that you were watching at home and was cheering him on, but he wanted nothing more than to see you and give you a big celebratory hug.

He gets through the normal formalities. Chatting with the reporters about "How it was a team effort", "How they owed to to their great defense", "And how the other team was worthy opponents who gave them a run for their money". It was all just talk that people wanted to hear.

He passes through the crowds with his head held high and his collected features and strong muscles making him a dominant presence on the field as he made his way to the locker room for his post game speech. Blah blah blah... great work... blah blah blah it isn't over, got to continue working hard.

It was the same stuff he said, and he believed it, but he only had one thing on his mind in that moment. You.

He told his team he was tired, needed to get some rest, he'd celebrate with them later, making for the hotel first chance he got.

He flops down on his stomach on the bed and pulls out his phone, navigating to your number based on pure muscle memory.

He bites his lip as it rings, and then grins as your familiar smile fills the screen.

"Hey baby. I miss you." He says, showing the softer side that he reserves just for you.