Auston Matthews Imagine

Auston Matthews - Part Twelve

As we make our way back downtown to where the rest of the family is waiting, the more and more I wish that I could just stay in here with Auston. He isn't asking me questions and he doesn't have that smile on his face that makes me sick with guilt. Yeah, keep telling yourself those are the only reasons.

"Almost there," he says, I think so I can mentally prepare myself. I pull down the visor and open the mirror, trying to fix my makeup as best I can, given I only have one hand to work with, my other is still on the center console, my fingers laced with Auston's. It isn't a romantic gesture, it's his only way of comforting me while he drives.

"Do you actually pre-game nap?" I ask him, genuine curiosity getting the better of me.

"Most of the time, though I'm not sure I will be able to today, knowing that you're sitting in a little cheesecake bakery miserable," he replies and I flush, a little bit of guilt in my stomach.

"Don't worry about me, Auston. Trust me, I'm doing enough of that for the both of us," I say and he only tightens his hand around mine.

"I know we don't really know each other very well, but you're important to my parents and my sisters, so you're important to me," he says, this time fully looking me in my eyes and I feel my heart beat a little faster.

"That's sweet of you to say," I softly reply, ever since I got here Auston has been pretty much exactly what I pictured him being, except a thousand times better. "Just don't mention anything to anyone."

"I know, not a word. But tonight, or tomorrow, you and I will talk about it. You can't keep everything all bottled up, Y/N," he says likes he's fifty years older than I am.

"Yes, dad," I snap, thoroughly chastised.

Auston blinks at me and then erupts into laughter. Frowning at him, I grab my water bottle and bring it to my lips to take a drink as he pulls up to one last stop light, I can see the sign for the bakery just one block in front of us.

"Of all the ways I've pictured you calling me something very similar to that the last two days, that was one way I hadn't thought about," Auston says through his laugh.

I splutter in my water bottle and start coughing.

"Call you what?" I ask through my coughing, although I know full well what he meant.

"We will find out someday," Auston says under his breath and something stirs inside me that I haven't felt in a very long time and suddenly I'm aware that the playful flirting that we've been doing might not have been as playful as I thought.

I make a noise back at him which makes him laugh harder and I roll my eyes as he pulls up to the curb. The Matthews' wave from the sidewalk and I take a deep breath, grabbing my purse from the floor and Auston reluctantly lets my hand go.

"Don't let them upset you, Y/N, they only want you to be happy," he says quickly before I open the door.

"I know. If I don't see you before your game, good luck I guess." I say, the Leafs are above my team in the standings and I may still be a little bitter about it, no matter how pretty the team may be.

"I'll see you before, and thanks... I guess," Auston replies and I can't help but smile at him as I climb out of his car once again and step onto the curb. Just like at the university, he winks at me and waves at his family before pulling back into traffic and heading home.