Austin Butler imagines💙

Tired

Summary: Austin decides to stay alone in Austrailia while filming for Elvis. The filming is nearly coming to an end and now he desperately wants to see you.

"Aus, I can't jus-" you breathe through the phone before getting interrupted,
"I'll pay for the flights. First class. Right now. I'll have you here tomorrow evening." He insisted

Austin, nearly 1 year ago decided he was gonna stay in Australia, alone. He didn't want you to come. He wanted to focus completely on his role. But Of course you missed him yet you wanted him to do good.

"That's all well for you but I can't just suddenly fly out to Australia. You decided that you didn't need me, and that you needed to focus on yourself and Elvis. You don't understand." You replied.
"Please, I gotta see you." He begged.
"Austin, you're coming home soon, hon. Can't you wait?" You reassure him.

He makes a crying noise.

"Austin, I know your not actually crying." You outsmart him.
"Okay, fine. Please y/n." He pleads.
"Ok. You know what, sure." You gave up.
"I'll get you here by tomorrow night, or the next day. pack a bag." He instructed.
"Okay baby." You say.
"I love you. I'll text you the details, alright?"
"Okay. Love you too." You hang up the call.

You sigh before going to your spare room. It wasn't really a spare room, you just shoved random things in there because you were scared of the attic and basement.

You rummage around in there for a suitcase before dragging it back into your room. You fill it with your clothes and other stuff.

-

"Miss Y/L/N, we will be landing in approximately 5 minutes. Please get ready." A flight attendant tells you with a pearly white plasticky smile.

You nod and smile back. "Thank you."

-

You get off the flight and walk into the airport. You drag your bag weakly.

You look around for a second and you see him. Austin is stood, waiting. A smirk painted across his lips. His hands in his pockets, a couple of jet black strands hanging over onto his forehead. He looked..different.

You abandoned your suitcase and ran over to him, jumping into his arms.

"I missed you so much!" You exclaimed.
"I missed you too, darlin." He chuckled, releasing you back down onto the floor.

You go over and retrieve your suitcase, dragging what felt like 10 tons.

"Let me take that." He said, calmly taking it as if it was completely empty and didn't weigh a thing.
"Thank you." You smile.

-

You got back to his apartment. There are magazines and photos of Elvis strewn on the couch. It is messy in there.

"Sorry bout the mess baby, I don't have the time to be cleaning." He said, slightly embarrassed.
"It's okay." You smiled.

You thought to yourself that when he goes to work your definitely gonna clean that.

"So, give me a 'thank you, thank you very much' then." You tease him, knowing he'd get too shy and get embarrassed.
"No, no I can't." He softly chuckles.
"Come on, not even for me?" You pleaded.

He tries but he keeps laughing.

He eventually does chicken out of it though.

He takes you over to his bed and bushes you down onto it.

"I missed you too much. I couldn't bare to be alone any longer." He told you, his eyes flitting between yours.

His eyes trail down to your lips. He presses his lips down onto yours. He quickly slips a tounge in.