Auston Matthews Imagine

Auston Matthews - Part Twenty-Four

I exhaust myself but finish my kitchen by the time the game starts, thanks to time zones. I hunt down my box of blankets and snuggle down on the couch with my pups. I get the feeling this is going to become a nightly routine when Auston has a game. Not that I didn't used to watch the Leafs play, I just usually had something in front of me as well, but now I feel guilty if I don't watch the game in its entirety. They have a few days before another game, getting a little bit of a break after a tough road trip and Auston will be home in the morning, but I doubt I'll be able to see him until later tomorrow.

My eyes are getting heavier and heavier as the game goes on, Toronto taking the early lead. By the time first intermission comes on I have to stumble to my coffee maker and down an expresso. It doesn't help. So instead I set an alarm on my phone to take a little cat nap before the second period. This does work.

I'm able to make myself stay awake for the entire game and see him score yet another goal. I purse my lips, deep in thought as I eye the blue jerseys on my screen. I remember telling Auston that I would never wear his jersey when I had first met him, I debate a moment if that still stands true. I decide it does. For now.

Once the game ends, a close three to two win, I barely manage to text Auston about his game and a goodnight before passing out right there on the couch. My first night in my first house and I don't even make it to my bedroom.

The morning sun is unforgiving as it come in through the uncovered windows, the only things that I didn't have were curtains and blinds. Those were the first things on my list to get after I settle in. I have zero food in my fridge so I settle for a poptart for breakfast and dig my phone out from under the couch cushions and there's a message from Auston waiting and several snapchats.

Thanks babe, cant wait to c u tomorrow.

It was sent at nearly two in the morning. I tap through the snapchats from his teammates, one of them he's smiling at his phone and Will captioned it "wonder who he could possibly be reading." I compare the time Will sent me the snap to when Auston texted me and it matches perfectly and I can't help but grin at myself.

Call me when you wake up.

I quickly send to Auston and rub my hands together, wondering which room to move into next. I wander upstairs and into the open sitting room that I'll probably make into an office, which leads to the bedrooms and bathroom. I nudge open the door to my room and I eye the boxes lined up against every wall and cringe. When did I get so much shit?

I spend the next hour setting up my bed and getting that made, moving onto the boxes of clothes that are the primary thing taking up all the boxes. My phone goes off around eleven and I answer it quickly.

"Hello," I say shyly.

"First time you've answered and it doesn't sound like a question," Auston's groggy voice comes through the phone and I know he must have just woken up.

"Well this time I knew for sure it would be you," I laugh into the phone and begin pacing the room, just as I always do on the phone.

"Valid. How's the unpacking?"

"Slow. I have a lot more stuff than I thought," I again eye the boxes I can still see in the hallway.

"Well you want some help?" He asks through a yawn.

"Are you going to help or nap?" I quirk an eyebrow.

"Probably both," he answers honestly and I laugh.