Auston Matthews Imagine

Auston Matthews - Part 7

A few hours later the Matthews' and I find ourselves at a coffee shop in downtown Toronto, giving our feet a break from all the walking and shopping; Mr. Matthews has already had to make two trips to the car with all of our bags. Mrs. Matthews looks like she's ready to call it a day when my phone buzzes on the table, my favorite cousin's face shining up at me.

"Hey!" I answer.

"Hey Y/N, I just got off the phone with your mom and she said you're in Toronto?" Melissa says, a bit too much excitement in her tone as usual.

"Oh yeah, just visiting," I reply, shifting uncomfortably in my seat even though she can't see me, no one outside my parents and the Matthews', with the exception of Mrs. Poe and a few friends know about the opportunity I have here in Toronto.

"Well that's just perfect because I need you to do something for me!" Melissa practically shouts in my ear and I quickly dial down the volume.

"And what's that?"

"Since you're to be my maid of honor in less than two months, we need to pick out your dress and it just so happens that the two I've narrowed it down to are sold solely in a little boutique in downtown Toronto!"

I can practically feel Melissa trembling with excitement through the phone.

"So, I need you to get down there as soon as you can to try them on and facetime me so I can see. It doesn't have to be today, but the sooner the better," Melissa finishes and I think I hear her taking in her first breath since we got on the phone.

"Alright, what's this place called?" I ask, digging through my purse for a pen to write on my napkin. After scribbling down the name and saying goodbye, I turn to the others.

"Anyone up for one more stop today?"

Mr. Matthews, who had literally just sat down as the words came out of my mouth, lets out a small groan and I can't help but laugh.

"There won't be any more bags to carry, I'm just trying on a dress for my cousin's wedding," I explain and that seems to perk him up a little bit.

"Auston should be out of practice by now, I'll text him and tell him where to meet us," Mrs. Matthews says, and I feel myself perk up a little bit as well and mentally want to slap myself.

Navigating with my phone, we find ourselves outside a cute little boutique between two high dollar clothing stores. The little bell above the door rings with our welcome and small, plump woman comes bounding up from the back of the store.

"Ah, you must be Ms. (Y/L/N), yes?" She says and barely waits for my answer, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the back of the store with her. I send a frightened look over my should but only get amused smiles in return.

"Your cousin very bossy, very bossy indeed," the lady is saying, her thick French accent coming out in full force. "But she did well at describing body type." She hands fly from rack to rack of dresses, apparently searching for a specific one. "Tall, strong shoulders and average breast."

My cheeks are on fire as the rest of the family catches up to us and I hear the bell ring again and my cheeks burn even more knowing exactly who just walked into the store.

"Sexy hips and in her words, 'perfect ass'," at this she pauses and glances at me oblivious to my discomfort and mortified expression. "I wouldn't say perfect, but close."