Auston Matthews Imagine

Auston Matthews - Part Nine

Once I get myself dressed and hunt down the seamstress to give her the dress and my cousin's address, I hightail it out of there, Auston right behind me.

"You were in a hurry to leave," Auston notes, catching up to my side once we reach the sidewalk.

"Hey it was rough alright, it's not every day I get felt up by an elderly woman and paraded around like some princess," I huff at him, turning to walk away but then realize that I have no idea where Auston is parked or where I even am.

"Queen," he says and I scrunch my face at him.

"What?"

"That dress was not fit for a princess, nor did you look like one," he responds, taking my elbow and steering me in the right direction.

"Uh... thanks?" I say a little unsure if I was just complimented or not.

"As for being felt up, can you blame her?" He winks at me and roll my eyes, ignoring him along with the warm feeling that spreads throughout my body.

I glance at the shop windows as we pass and I remember what Auston had said when he offered to stay with me.

"Didn't you say you needed to pick something up?" I ask, he gives me a confused look and then follows my gaze to the store fronts. "It was your reason for staying with me."

"Oh, uh yeah, but it's getting late, I can get it another time," Auston mumbles and keeps walking, pulling me along with him again.

I can't help but stare at him as we walk. His strides are confident and his hands are stuffed into his pockets again, I'm sure trying to hide the fact that he's cold. He keeps his head low though and I know it's so the people walking past us won't recognize him. I look up at his hat and immediately scowl. Auston seems to sense me staring at him and raises his eyebrows at me.

"Enjoying the view?"

"Actually, I was just thinking how much I want to strangle you with that God awful hat. I mean honestly Auston, you realize that thing's purpose is to keep your ears and head warm, right?" I say, not bothering to hold back.

"You don't like my hat?" He asks, laughing at my outburst.

"No, I hate how you wear said hat. Here," I step in front of him and tug the hat down farther over his ears and make him look less like an idiot. "I think warmth should reside over 'fashion' sometimes," I grin up at him and he just stares at me, fixated on my mouth. "Auston?"

"What?"

His gaze still lingering on my mouth.

"What?" He asks again, this time blinking several times and focusing back on me again.

I scoff and turn to start walking again, only to step on a thin sheet of ice that I hadn't seen and fall flat on my ass.

I sit there a moment in disbelief, Auston staring down at me with a similar expression until I start to laugh. After a second of making sure I was laughing and not crying, Auston starts to laugh along with me. He pulls me to my feet and double checks that I'm alright, then tucks my arm around his.

"Maybe we should just walk together this time," he says, giving me a small wink and I blush but don't pull away.

Once we reach his car he opens the passenger side door for me, which surprises me. When he closes the door behind me I can't help but inhale deeply, the car smells just like his pillow that I borrowed last night. The same husky smell mixed with shampoo and something else that I still can't identify.