Austin Butler imagines💙

Louisiana Hayride pt 2 (E.P)

Elvis lived in an apartment block in town with his family. His room wasn't very big, it just had his bed, a wardrobe, and a guitar. And a dresser by his bed where a record player sat alongside some records. The room was dimly lit with a little lamp on the shelf which held various different books.

"Sorry, m..my room is a bit small." He said, scratching the back of his neck shyly, a little embarrassed, kicking a sock that was laying on the floor under the bed.
"It's okay. I like it in here." You smiled back at him, looking at his books.
"Oh my lord, I didn't even ask you if you wanted somethin' to drink. Is there anythin' I can get you sweetheart?" He asked. "Do you drink?"
"Um..yeah." You lied. You didn't really drink that much unless you were on a night out..and even then you only would have one.
"Well, we got beer, um, I think, we might have whiskey or red wine." He said.
"What're you having?" You asked him.
"I'mma have a glass of wine. You want the same baby?" He asked.
"Yes please." You smiled.
"You sit yourself down babe, make yourself comfortable and I'ma be back in a jiff." He said and walked out the room, closing the door behind him.

If you were going to be honest, you needed the bathroom but you had no clue where it was, and you were scared to ask him too.

"Elvis you cannot just pick up some girl from the hayride and-" you hear his mother yell at him.
"Mama, she's nice!" You heard Elvis shouting over his mom.
"What do you know about her? Do you even know how old she is? Because, to be honest with you, she doesn't look a day over 16!"
"She's old enough to drink mama, and can you just keep your voice down, what if she hears?Do you really wanna ruin this for me? I really like her mama." He asked.
"Oh that's funny, you really like her? It seems like you've only known her about an hour Elvis! Is she staying over?" His mom replied.

You felt bad for eavesdropping..but well..they were taking about you so..

"I don't know okay! I haven't got chance to speak to her, seeing as all you have done is lecture me!" He says.
"Well, can you just let me know then satnin." She said.
"Yes mama I will. Love you." He said and you heard him start walking back, so you hurry and close the door and sit back on the bed and act like you didn't hear that conversation at all. At that time you also had no clue what 'satnin' meant.

He comes back into his room, kicking the door closed, careful not to slam it though.

He handed you the wine and you take it from his hand, sipping it. You tried your best to not make a face at it, as when you did drink it was nothing strong..but you start having a coughing fit, god knows why.

"You okay?" He asked, quickly turning his head in your direction. He sat beside you, staring at you.

Oh god, act natural Y/N.

You take another sip of the wine, getting a little bit used to the taste, but if you were with family you would be wincing at the strength. Your eyes watered a little bit.

"You don't drink..do you?" He smirked.

Shit.
He worked you out.

"Yes, I do." You lied.
"It's okay if you don't.." he says.
"Okay well..I did lie. I didn't want to seem like a loser who is a lightweight. I don't drink, Elvis." You admit.
"That's alright, little one." He smiled, taking the glass out your hand. "I'll have it then."
"Two wines?" You giggled at him.
"Yes two wines! Are you shaming me, woman?" He laughed. "Nah, I'm joking. I'm not a big drinker either. Just having one now to..'take the edge off', I suppose. You want anything else then?"
"I'm okay but..can I use the bathroom?" You asked.
"Well, have you got a toilet pass?" He joked, giggling. "I'm not no teacher. Don't need to ask me to go to the bathroom, your a big girl are you not?"
"I was actually hoping you would give me some directions, but I guess I could just take a wild guess aswell." You laugh.
"Oh yeah. Sorry sweetheart. Just the one right next to my room." He says.
"Okay. I was like really scared to ask you that so I'm proud of myself." You admit, laughing as you got up.
"Why?.." he asked. "Am I scary?" He asked, with no emotion on his face at all.
"Yes." You joked and left for the bathroom.

You didn't like Elvis. You loved him. He was funny, and not to mention he was totally gorgeous.

You stare at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and touching up your lipstick.

You finish up and walk back into Elvis' room.

"Oh yeah, my mama wanted to know if you'd be staying the night baby." Elvis said.

You sat down, next to him. "Well, Elvis, d'you want me too? Am I allowed?"
"Course I want you to baby. But, do you want too?" He asked
"Yeah, sure." You smiled.

You and Elvis spoke about his singing all evening. He even played his guitar to you and sung for you, and showed you all his records.

You were both sitting on his single bed, facing each other. He put his hand on your cheek and he started to kiss you.

"Baby.." he breathed out.

The door opens.

"Satnin, is Y/N still here?" Elvis' mother asked, startling the both of you.
"Hi." You said.
"Sorry." She apologised.
"Jesus mama, you could've knocked." Elvis muttered.

She left and you and Elvis were once again alone. You were kissing again.

You felt so lucky.