Elvis Presley • Austin Butler imagines

Shitty Days -AUSTIN

•Y/n POV•

I stepped into the café I worked at. It is 4AM. WHY AM I HERE. If you stupid early risers want coffee, make it yourself you fuckers.

I set up all the off the machines to be used today, and turned on all the lights, made sure the register was working and all.

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While I was making a simple latte, i spilled it all over myself.

"Fuck!" I said a little bit too loud than I should've. Let's just say a few customers definitely turned their head towards my stupid word. I didn't care. Hot coffee spilling on you at 7AM hurt like hell.

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"Finally." I mumbled taking off my annoying green apron. My shift is over, and now I can go home. Oh, I probably should've mentioned I walked to work this morning. My car is in the shop and living in an apartment, i just don't have a bike.

I walked out of the café looking around.

"Well shit, it's raining." I said as I walked to the nearby crosswalk. I pulled up my annoyingly absorbent hoodie. Of course I forgot my rain jacket.

I was about to press the button on the pole to turn the light red when a big cement truck drove past me. And guess what? IT SPLASHED ALL FUCKING OVER ME. Honestly I'm so cold and tired. At that point I decided to embrace my life at the moment so I sat down and leaned against the pole leaving my head facing up towards the sky.

I felt someone walk beside me. But I didn't hear them walk past me.

"Erm... are you okay, miss?" I heard a male voice say.

"No." I said, not bothering to open my eyes.

I rubbed my eyes and looked at my palms on my hands, mascara everywhere. Shit. I suddenly felt the rain stop. I looked up and saw the man standing above me, holding a black umbrella above my head.

"Thank you."

He grinned in response.

I stood up slowly and walked across the road with the unknown man. He then looked at me and help his free hand out for me to shake it.

"Austin."

"I totally would shake you hand but," I held my hands out, showing the mascara on them "y/n." I gave him a sad smile.

"Ah, gotcha. I'm assuming your days not going the best?" He questioned, raising a brow.

I shook my head pathetically.

"It's alright. We all have shitty days. I like to use my good days to help ones who are... less fortunate." He gave me a sweet grin. I like this guy, he doesn't assume anything, he just does good.

"Yea," I chuckle lightly "thanks again. You boosted my mood for the 1 1/2 hour walk I have home..." I scratched my head.

He looked around. "You can come hangout with me? I'm free for the day and my apartment is just in there!" He points to a building a few shops away.

"Oh no, I really don't want to intrude. It's rude of me!" I said looking down at my shoes.

"It's not intruding if I asked to you to! Come on, I'm making you now!" He linked his arm in mine, and began walking down the road.

"Y'know, you're not like anyone else I've met." I said looking up into his eyes.

"I try." He said giving me the cutest smile I've ever seen.

I hope this lasts.