Auston Matthews Imagine

Auston Matthews - Part Twenty-Nine

I stare at my phone screen a long time, my fingers hovering over my keyboard with Auston's name at the stop of my screen. Stifling a groan I click my screen off and throw myself back onto my bed. Ever since Mitch texted me earlier today all I can think about is Auston and the fact that he hasn't talked to me. I don't think he would have let Mitch text me unless he was okay with it, but he hasn't texted, called or snapped me in the last three days.

Does he even care anymore? I think to myself and quickly shake the thought out of my head. Of course he cares. Auston may not have said it, but I know he cares about me just as much I care about him. I just need to be patient. I spent the last twenty-one years of my life without him, I can stand a few more days.

My phone rings on the pillow next to my ear and I nearly roll off the bed. I fumble with the screen and finally accept the call.

"Hello?" I say.

"Hi, honey," my dad's rough voice comes through the other end and I can't help but smile.

"Hi, dad! What's going on?"

"Still plan on picking me up at the airport tomorrow morning?" He asks.

"Yep, bright and early at 8:15," I repeat what my mother told me on the phone yesterday morning.

"Good girl, you're going with me to the game on Tuesday with me, right?" My dad asks, a little bit of hesitation in his voice.

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I?" I ask him, frowning at the ceiling.

"Hey I don't know! You moved out, didn't know if that meant you were too cool for me or something," he says defensibly and I giggle.

"You're safe dad, we already know I'm cooler than you yet I still choose to spend time with you," I say, rolling my eyes.

We chat a bit more until three o'clock hits and the Leaf's game comes on, being one who can't talk to anymore while watching hockey, I hang up with my dad and snuggle down into my couch with Zalla and Andie. This is the Leaf's last game on their short road trip and the first night of a back to back, coming home to play the Blues tomorrow. While my dad primarily works for the Red Wings, he travels around looking at other team's prospects and possible trade bait, which is why he's coming when St. Louis is in town.

I had debated whether or not to watch the Leafs after Auston left, but it was the only way I didn't feel quite so alone in this big house in a big city. Though I don't cheer when they score, I just watch, much like my first game in Toronto with Auston's family. My mind wanders to Mitch's message about coming over when they get home, being a Sunday, their game is early and they will be home early tonight. I debate with myself if Auston will come with him or not. I highly doubt he would come, but I can't help but get my hopes up.

The game ends in overtime with the Hawks scoring just seconds in, a score of three to two. The urge to text or call Auston is almost overwhelming and let out a wail of despair when my phone goes off but it's only a snapchat from my friend. I miss him. I miss him so much.

Auston POV

I stare at my lock screen as I board the bus to bring us to the airport. It's the picture I took of Y/N when she was getting her dress fitted on her second day in Toronto. The background is a blur, only her smiling face and body in focus. I puff out a small laugh that despite everything, nothing has changed, this picture was accurate then and it still is now.

When my screen lights up and starts ringing, I nearly jump. Looking around to see if anyone notices when I put the phone to my ear.

"Hey," I say after making sure everyone in a few seat radius is occupied with something else.