The Coffee Shop Awsten x reader

Empty rooms

Awsten's POV

I get out of my car and unlock my front door. The house was cold from me being out all day and not leaving the heating on. I just hated being home after she moved out. With all of her stuff gone the house just feels so empty. All the pictures off the walls are gone, the scented candles she left on every surface she could have been removed, even the stuff I thought I wouldn't miss I do. Like the content piles of blankets on the couch from where she had got to cold and never moved them, or her need to spray the room with air freshener every two hours so the house constantly smelt nice. She had sprayed it so much I can still smell it in the couches. I let myself fall onto the couch and stat there in the darkness for a while. The only source of light was the orange glow of a street lamp outside. It had been almost a week since she left me for some blond guy with a six pack.

Half an hour has past at this point. I decided to go to bed. Still in complete darkness I head up to my room, take off my clothes leaving just my boxers on and slide under the covers as quick as possible to avoid the cold. My bed felt empty. For the first time in ages I have a double bed all to myself. Nobody next to me, no one constantly trying to snatch the covers, no extra heat to keep me warm, nothing. Now it was just me and my thoughts. I close my eyes and try to think of happier topics to get me to sleep. Just as I nod off my phone buzzes, it was Y/N. It said "sorry to text so late I just wanted to say I had a nice time today and hope to see you there tomorrow." I smiled for the first time in what felt like ages. I reply with "I had a nice time to and I would love to see you tomorrow." We both say goodnight, I put my phone down and doze back off to sleep.

My night was restless, I had one hour of sleep before being woken up by a bad dream. After that I couldn't get back to sleep. I gave up completely on trying to sleep so I got up, put on some sweat pants and a hoodie and sat on the edge of my bed still in darkness. After a few minutes I decided to get up and do something in hopes that after a while I would tire myself out. I turn on my lap by the side of my bed then head for my guitar. I put the strap around me and sit on the floor with it. I start to play around with chords just to have something to do. Eventually I find a set of chords that I find nice. Without really noticing I find myself putting lyrics with it. "All the girls in Los Angeles look like you from a distance, I tried to give you space until I stepped away from your brain and now I just miss it." I found myself pouring my heart into this song until I started to cry. Time flew by from 11:11 to 4 in the morning. I put my guitar down, noted down every I just did and went to bed.