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Come home-Owen Teauge

(This is going to be long and like a little boring but i was bored so i wrote what came to mind.)

Rain splattered down on my raincoat, the moon beaming up in the sky was the main source of light other than a few street lights that flickered on

The smell of the wet grass was strong, and the rain mixed in with my salty tears.

This feeling of loneliness was all to familiar, and I'd feel it again in the future. Repeating over and over. Owens career blew up after the success of "it" he was all over, doing interviews and conventions.
I was proud of him, very proud. But it was hard, knowing that Owen was out there and i felt like i was holding him back, weighing him down.

He could have anyone he wanted. All these girls. Pretty, stunning girls. I must be such a let down when he comes home.

I decided I wanted to warm up pushing the door to a the local coffeeshop open, i smiled at the owner. We had become friends from the amount of time i now spend in there.
"Heya hunny, same as usual?"
I nodded lightly toward Carol sending a small smile her way.
The place was nearly empty just me and Carol acupied any space. They usally get a mad rush at lunch so I always came at night when there was usally hardly any to no customers.
"You look drenched here i think theres some blankets in a basket next to the book shelf."
She pulled out a grey fury looking blanket as I stripped off my soaking wet coat hanging it up to dry. Wrapping the blanket over my shoulders its warmth was like heaven againt my icy cold skin.
"Doesnt look like anyone else is coming in for tonight so how about i make you a drink, close up and we'll have a talk."
Her voice spoke over the clanking of a large mug she was getting from one of the shelves.

She placed the chai tea in front of me, walking over to the door and pushing the bolt up at the top so no one was able to get in, flicking the little sign from "we open" to "sorry we're closed".
My hands invited the hot almost scalding feeling of the mug against the cold numb feeling i had in my finger tips.

"I cant tell your not okay y/n. Comon, you can tell me. Your my most loyal customer and friend."
She grabbed her mug taking a long sip of whatever she had me doing the same with mine.

"Its Owen. Hes gone yet again. Im proud of him and i love that hes finally getting the recognition he deserves but i feel as if im weighing him down. Im so lonley, my family lives too far away and there always to busy to come visit. I just want him to come home, as selfish as that sounds. I miss him, i miss him so much."
Tears escaped my eyes drippling down my face.
"Ohh hunny, you dont sound selfish. He is your boyfriend after all. You have every right to want him home." Carol soothingly rubbed my shoulder.

"Hes been gone for a few months now. He hardly ever has time to call or text. When he is home hes always tired." I looked and fiddled with my hands, lump forming i my throat, god i missed him.

I finshed up my chai and thanked carol, it was nice to get my emotions out to someone who listened.
I bidded her farewell and started making my way home.
I jingled my keys in the lock, noticing my bedroom light was on. I thought nothing of it as i probably just forgot to turn it off.

I decided to cheer myself up, pulling off my soaked jeans and top. Changing in to newly washed under garments and and one of Owens sweaters.
I connected my phone to the speaker and blared
Moving to newyork by the wombats

"So Im moving to new york cos ive got trouble with my sleep. And we're not the same and I will wear that on my sleeve" i pranced around my living room like an idiot not caring if the world saw me, music was my only escape.

"What i nice sight" i heard a familiar voice say from behind me, my heart fluttered with joy. Owen.
"Your home!" I pounced on him like a preditor on pray.
"Your home! Your home! Your home!" I chanted.
"Oh god ive missed you" i straddled his hips and planted kisses alover his face.
He chuckled.
"Ive missed you to sweetheart." He placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me down to meet his lips.

Not breaking away he placed me on the counter top,
"Ive missed this, god i love you." he mumbled against my lips.
I hummed in responce as the sweet bliss of his lips and his precence were all i cared about right now.
This time happy tears streakedd down my face. I forgot about all my worries. About whether i was good enough. Because
He was home,
My baby was home.