Austin Butler imagines💙

Are you mad at me? (E.P)

You had just been out with your friend, Kiera, but you had just gotten back. Elvis had some friends over. He said he was only having three. Billy, Marty and Joe probably. You had gotten in so quietly, none of the boys sat round watching the television, laughing and drinking had heard you.

You poked your head in the room, to see what they were doing. You weren't planning on bothering them, though.

Just as you were turning to leave, Joe had noticed you. "Hiya Y/N."
You turn around, "Hello Joe." , you replied.

"Y/N." Elvis said and got up, walking over to you. He opened his arms and hugged you, tucking his head in the nape of your neck. You could tell he was tired and fed up with his friends, and he just wanted to them to go home so he could get into bed with you.

"You okay hun?" You casually asked him.
"Yeah." He said, looking unsure. He then brang his mouth close to your ear and went to whisper you something.

"I want them to go home, I'm tired baby. I'm fed up." Elvis whispered.

You put your arms around him and hugged him, quickly rubbing his back.

"Well, I can come and sit with y'all in there and if you want, and you can just sleep on my shoulder." You suggested.
"They'll make fun of me." He looked down sheepishly.
"They won't." You said.
"Okay.." he replied.

You and Elvis sat down.

"Hey guys." You said to his friends.
"Hi Y/N." Marty and Billy said.

Elvis cuddled up to you, putting his head on your shoulder, and partially laying on top of you. It wasn't long until he was asleep.

Billy went out into the kitchen, and came back with a cup of water.

He looked at you and laughed.

"Should I?" Billy laughed, looking between you, Joe and Marty. Joe and Marty encouraged it but you didn't want him to.

"Don't Billy, it's mean." You said, covering Elvis, being protective of him.

Billy just laughed and brought the cup closer to his hair.

"Billy, don't! You'll upset him."
"It's just a bit of fun, cmon Y/N." Billy laughed.

Before you could fight anymore, he spilt water all over Elvis. He woke up and looked around, confused.

"Wha..what's going?" He asked.

He felt his back and realised he was soaking wet. He looked around again and saw Billy holding a cup, laughing.

"Billy. Did you just tip water on me?" He asked, looking serious. Billy nodded whilst dying of laughter.
"Get out of my house, right now. All of you! Get out!" He shouted at him, making his friends quickly leave.

When they left Elvis took off his wet sweatshirt.

"Did you know he was gon do that?" Elvis asked.
"Yeah, I tried to stop him though." You said.

He sighed deeply.

"I'll clean up in here. You get yourself upstairs, honey." You said.
"No baby I ain't gonna let you do that, you didn't make the mess."
"And neither did you but someone has to do it." You say, going out to grab a bag. You started clearing up the trash.
"Y/N.." he said, sounding emotional.
"Elvis just let me clean up the god damned room. And just go upstairs will you?" You said, sharply. It came out harsher than you planned..but you couldn't do anything about that.

He left the room quietly and went upstairs.
You did feel bad.

Cleaning took a little while but you eventually got it over with, so you went upstairs after locking up the house.

When you got upstairs Elvis was reading, and he made no eye contact with you. You knew something was bothering him but you didn't know if it was Billy or the fact that you shouted at him.

"Are you mad at me?" You asked him.
"No." He replied, not looking up from his book.

He definitely was bothered by something.
You changed into your pyjamas. A light pink satin babydoll. Elvis always liked that on you most.

You slid into bed next to him and put your head on his chest. He adjusted to the position and put his arm over you.

"What're you reading?" You asked.
"A book." He answered.
"I know that." You said.
"Well you shouldn'tve asked if you knew then." He replied.
"Elvis, why're you being so mean to me? I don't get why you're so mad at me." You said.
"I ain't bein mean, you are. You practically told me to go away." He said.
"I just wanted to get the cleaning over and done with E, I didn't mean to hurt you darlin." You explained.
"Well then I think you owe me a little something." He smirked, closing his book.

You kissed his forehead.

"There." You said.
"What, no, I-"
"I think you're forgetting that you were tired a few minutes ago, Mr Presley." You said, looking up.
"But you know that I can find the energy for you, baby." He said.
"Okay, well I'm sorry but I'm tired now. So can we go to sleep?" You asked.

He sighs.

"Okay." He said and turned off the lamp. You could only see his mouth, as of the angle the curtains that allowed a slip of moonlight to enter the room.

"And for the records, I was a little bit mad with you." He said, lightly stuttering on the word 'I'.

"Why? I still don't understand." You explained.
"Cause I wanted to hang out with just you tonight but you went out." He said.
"Well we're hanging out now." You said.
"I cant see you though." He complained.
"See you tomorrow then." You said, jokingly, making him chuckle.

You did fall asleep, cuddling with him after messing around in bed for a little while.