Photo cards | Owen Teague x reader

'Thank you:)'

Owen walked up to me with a big smile and arms open for a hug, but hesitated for a second, probably because of seeing my lost expression.

I hugged him weakly, while my thoughts were flying around in my head with a speed of light not letting me pick one.

Should I hug him?
Is this Owen?
Yeah, it is...? Yeah.
How do I react?
He looks.. wait what
How many days has it been?
'Hey!' No. 'what are you doing here?' No no no 'Hi, um..'
Fuck

So I stood there. Blankly looking at the familiar and not so face of a person to whom my heart pounds faster.
His lips were moving fast. He was looking down, rubbing his neck. He was articulating a lot, I am sure he even tried to hold my hand for a second, but let that idea go. He smiled awkwardly and laughed a short laugh, while i was trying to think of how should I react to everything... Okay, (y/n), focus.. focus on what he is saying.

I furrowed my brows and the words which were flying through me now were more understandable.

"..(Y/n), I just wanted to say that I know I did wrong by not telling about it all.. it's all kinda stupid.. I'm so sorry." His eyes were looking down, and he was rubbing knuckles on his left hand.

"It's okay." Broke out of my lips. He smiled a small smile at me.

"I'm also sorry I overreacted. I shouldn't have. I think i just... I dunno.. I think I just lost it at that moment" saying this was hard. I knew exactly why I lost it that moment.

"All this stuff with my friend Emma.. you know, still fresh" I chuckled, though my heart started aching. My chest started bending inwards, with pain.

"I never expected to find anyone like you.. I mean while I am at this.. trip...Or- ever, I.. I dunno.." without being able to finish a sentence, I got choked up, and understood that I might cry at any moment. I didn't realize under how much stress and emotion I have been under lately.

"It's okay." Owen pulled me into a big bear hug, taking my cup and putting it on the counter near.

"It's okay" he repeated while rubbing my back with a warm hand. My face was buried into his shirt, and eyes started to ache with bitter tears, as my body started shaking uncontrollably.

All I wanted is to start crying. Crying into the shirt of a person who makes me feel safe. The person who makes me feel loved and who I love dearly.
But I decided not to. We are in the cafe after all. So we just stood here, embraced into a long-awaited hug, and being honest with each other truly.

When we exited the cafe, and walked a couple of meters away from it, while rubbing my eyes from itch of feeling sorrow, I remember something.

"Oh!..." I exhaled and chuckled.

Owen turned to me with a small smirk and asked why am I laughing.

"I forgot my americano in the cafe."

I looked at him with a smile and it felt really nice. To be here. For him to be here.

"Yeah about that!" he turned his torso to me, but continued to walk forward, "I noticed that the coffee is without milk," he widened his eyes in concern and shook his head in mom-like disapproval, even making a gesture with a hand. "What happened to latte on soya milk?"

I just looked at him and then looked on the pavement in front of me.

"I needed something stronger" making a russian-accent like on the word 'stronger' and raising a clenched fist to my heart made Owen laugh leaning a bit backwards.

After, Owen just looked at the ground for sometime with a slight smile and turning to me said:

"What about we grab some now?" - his hands were in his jacket pockets.

I looked at the time on my watch and saw that I'm already late. Slight sadness came over me as I took my phone out of a back pocket and looked at the screen.

"Um... I" a buzz interrupted and I saw a new message from... Emma.

'I'd take the fact that you are not here for the sign that everything went good.
I'll wait you at home, or...;)'

I smile and type in reply.

'Thank you:)'

I then look back at Owen who is still looking at me with a smile.

"Yeah, lets go!"

He proposes for me to put a hand onto his, I take it, and we go onto an adventure for coffee and much much more.