Creighton Styles One-Shots!

Touch Tone Telephone

Cause I'm the right one

I grab my meticulous research and plop it down on my table.

On my touch tone

His phone, his everything. He's not dead, I know it.

Touch tone

I call the number I had assumed to be his.

Telephone

"Who's this?" A random voice answers.

I slowly put the phone down and put my head in my hands, I begin to start weeping into my palms.

"Hello?" I finally hear his voice.

I pick up the phone quicker than light could register.

"Creighton..." I say, through my tears and sobbing.

"Y/N..." I hear the phone move slightly.

I begin to look for the phone, it's a 45 minute drive on east coast. I grab my keys and start driving.

I'm the only one

40 minutes in, this stupid thing ran out of gas! Damnit.

I began running, I don't care anymore. I ran, for as long as my legs could until they finally gave up.

On my A.M

I look to the front and see Creighton.

"Y/N..." He says softly.

A.M Radio

He walks over to me and gives me a gentle kiss, I feel tears falling from my eyes.

Oh, I'm crying now.

"You big idiot, I love you so much for this though." He says gently.

"Well, I found you! Why did you go under the radar like that!? I was scared..." I said to him.

"I'm sorry love. I needed a break, Life is too hard and tiring." He mutters.

"I know, just- next time ask me okay? Do it like a normal person would." I tell him.

"Love, you chose me. Nothing I do will ever be normal." He says, teasingly.

"I was right."

"Yes I know."

Guess those days spent with Mr. Wolfe were worth it after all.

I found him at the touch of my telephone.

(Short but sweet, hope you liked it!)