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On The Rocks - 21

Part 20 Masterlist

Word Count: 2689

probably a lot of swearing

iPhone ringtones are annoying no matter the situation but when you're 1. Asleep and 2. hung over, it's satans creation. The high pitch tone of the ringer pierced through my sleep but also my over sensitive ears. Shoving my head under the pillow- careful of my nose- trying to block out the sound that's rattling my brain now that all the alcohol is out of my system.

"Answer it," My voice came out hoarse but also muffled by the pillow, a mix of sleep and being hungover preventing me from doing it myself. A deep groan and the bed moving follows after a swift kick from me to Auston's legs. He audibly struggles to find the source groaning loudly when he has to open his eyes to find the damn thing.

"Hello?" His morning voice deep and gruff, deeper than I ever heard and it made me feel all the ways. I peeked my head out from the pillow as I felt him turn to face me, carefully to watch as he balances the phone on his ear eyes remain closed.

"She here-yes my apartment," He blinked his eyes open catching my curious stare, whispering it's Steph. Rolling my eyes I stick my head back under the pillow, returning to dreamland but was difficult with Auston being on the phone and me being nosy.

"She's fine," His tone becoming more agitated.

"She's here-yes not dead," I can imagine him rolling his eyes as he releases a breath through his nose. A sign that he's getting mad rather than just annoyed now. Peeking my head out from under the pillow my suspicions are confirmed as I catch him mid eye roll as his face sets into a familiar look of anger that is usually present on the ice.

"You left her at the club, Steph. She's alive and hung over as am I. So, I would appreciate it if you'd let me sleep," There was a clear finality in his voice but Steph was still talking into his ear through the phone but was quickly cut off when Auston hung up and dropped the phone between us, which promptly began ringing again before it hit the fabric.

"I'll bring her home. You go and get her stuff from Marty's." He answered then hung up again this time dropping the phone beside the bed before face planting back into the pillows.

"You're supposed to be mad," He mumbled into the fabric of his pillow before he eventually fell back asleep, his back rising and falling as his breathing got deeper. All I could muster was a weak shrug before readjusting my pillow under my head, Falling back asleep myself.

Finally waking up for the day, it was the afternoon turning to face Auston his dark hair sticking out from the thick duvet as soft snoozes signal that is still asleep. My need to pee is more prominent than my level of comfort forcing me out from under the warm covers. A shiver running up my spine as my sore bare feet touch the cold flooring.

Looking in the mirror as I wash my hands, my bruised nose still purple with yellow undertone a hint of healing but still throbs. There are bags under my eyes from the weird sleep I was able to obtain, my hair falls past my shoulders and breast in natural waves with extra fluff from falling asleep with wet hair. In short, I don't look as hungover as I feel, my brain throbs as the rest of my body aches. My poor feet ache with raw blisters from my heels last night and over use on the dance floor.

Limping back to the bed crawling into the warmth careful to not disturb Auston but fail as he starts to wake as I finally get settled back into the warmth. He turns from facing the wall to me eye still closed.

"Afternoon," He grunted roughly as he begins to blind open his eyes, fully opening them when there is no assault to his retinas as the room dimly lit by only the slightest of the sun that poked out at the bottom of the curtain. He rubs the sleep from his eyes as he stretches out like a cat complete with a moan like a purr into a yawn.

"I shall call you scruffy," I muttered unintelligently unable to stop myself from commenting on his cat like behavior. His yawn gets stuck in his throat as he laughs at me clearly confused.

"What are you talking about?" He yawned out.

"You remind me of a cat and your playoff beard is starting to come in and your hair is wild- hence Scruffy," I lazily motion to the stubble starting to grow on his chin as the hair on the top is head flops in front of his eyes and sticks up in every direction. He narrows his eye as he drags a hand through his dark locks in an attempt to fix the mess but it flops back in front of his eyes a mock pout on his lips.

A grin starts to take form on his face as something clicks in his head as he lays back on the pillow looking slightly awestruck by what ever it is running through his mind. He sighs loudly staring at the ceiling for an extended period of time a genuine smile of happiness stretching his lips wide showcasing his pearly whites.

"Well, you've officially lost it," I clapped his bare shoulder before getting out of bed, my body getting restless and sore. I slightly regret leaving the bed as the cold air wraps itself around my bare legs a shiver raising up my spine, grabbing the discarded hoodie from earlier sliding it over my chilled skin.

My joints loudly pop as I venture out of the room with a limp to the kitchen, leaving the dazed Auston to himself. My mission caffeine and a lot of it than I can begin to think like a normal human again. Walking into the kitchen I am instantly greeted with the sight of an expensive looking espresso machine sitting on the counter near the sink.

"Perfect," I whispered lowly for myself before continuing my new mission of locating the supplies necessary to make the espresso. Finding an unopened bag of espresso grounds in the cabinet above with the cups too. By the looks of dust on top of the machine, Auston doesn't know how to use the machine.

A couple minutes later the smell of coffee fills the air as espresso is dispensing into two clear espresso mugs simultaneously. My mouth waters as I lift my steaming cup to my lips blowing on hot liquid eager to enjoy my work.

Carefully sipping the strong coffee, I investigate my surroundings as hunger starts to claw at my stomach as I start to feel more normal. The fridge is barren as I expect from a teenage man but the freeze is loaded with pre frozen meals made by a company that specializes in athlete nutrition but I still do not approve of the lack of fresh nutrients he much is missing out on.

"You made coffee? how?" Austons voice breaks my train of thought on his diet. Grabbing the still steaming glass from the machine he makes grabby hands for it. Leaning my sore body back against the counter I watch him blow on the coffee carefully before taking a sip, savoring the flavor. Austons now wearing long sleeves with the same pair of sweat leans against the counter mimicking my stance.

"My first job was at a cafe when I was 15," I finished off my coffee setting the cup into the sink before continuing my tale. "I was absolutely horrible with the machine at first I burned my fingers on the regular trying to master that damn machine," I shook my head at the memory of countless failed drinks and bandages covering my poor fingers every time the steam or hot metal caught me.

Auston stared into my eyes with a weird look in his eyes as he finished his coffee.

"What?" I question breaking eye contact, burying the lower half of my face in the fabric of his hoodie.

"You don't talk about yourself, ever." He admitted with wonder.

"I'm not the most revealing person, which you probably noticed. Steph didn't even know I was Italian let a lot spoke it until a couple days ago," I tried to shrug off the topic of me, becoming uncomfortable pushing my hair away from my face a nervous tick.

"Kinda speaking of, I saw what happened last night. He must of really said something to get you that mad," Auston revealing that he actually witness my outburst makes my heart drop into my stomach as my face pales.

"You saw that," I groaned rubbing my hands over my eyes embarrassed.

" I know what that guy said when you went to walk away, Amelia," My defense rise as tears gather in the corner of eyes as knot forms in my throat. My eyes must convey my question as Auston pulls out his phone and opens his safari app still on google translate where the words that slashed my heart last night in Italian are now in perfect English.

"Spanish is sometimes quite similar to Italian," He tried to lighten up the tense air but It was too much. I slid down the cabinets to the floor as silent tears turn into sobs. Repressed emotions clawing out of my once prefect confines.

"You're so selfish, Amelia," my mother lecture if I cried. "Somewhere someone else has it a lot worse than you," she would sneer into my face.

I am being selfish.

Auston got into playoffs, he should be dealing with my petty problems. He should be celebrating with the guys or his family. Not having to deal with my lack of the ability to take an insult.

Clenching my eyes and jaw shut I push my emotion down and out of my head, my breath is still jagged but the tears stop as I swallow the painful knot in my throat. Tilting my head back expected the hard wood but instead I'm met with hard yet soft chest as the world comes back to me that I didn't even realize I lost.

Auston has his arms tight around my waist as he sits behind me, his head in the crook of my neck whispering "Its okay," in a soft voice. My hands are gripping tightly onto Auston's hands that lay on my stomach. My heartbeat is pounding hard against my rib cage as my breathing is distressed and uneven.

Panic attack, I haven't had one in so long.

"I thought I grew out of these," I didn't fight as Auston arms tightened, I let my body relax into his but only for a moment before I start to pull away and when I was free and standing I started again.

"Come on we've got something to be celebrating," I pulled a expertly practice fake smile on my lips as I help Auston from the floor, who does not look happy, clearly not ready to drop this topic.

"Amelia, we need to talk about this, you're clearly hurt," His voice firm and frustrated.

" Auston, It was just some guy that something that I guess I couldn't take," I shrugged but i had to turn and walk away before I could cry again. I walk back to Auston room start collecting my belongings quicker than necessary, grabbing my phone from Austons side I head back to the grumpy looking Auston now sitting on the couch.

"Can you please take me home?" I silently pleaded with my eyes for him to drop it , he luckily didn't say anything as he nodded and went into his room to grab what he needed. Still grumpy when he returned shutting the door to his room harder than needed.

The elevator ride down to the underground was sufficiently awkward and tense, it only gets worse when we go into his car and his slammed his car door shut like he did with his bedroom door and as he speeds out onto the road. He gripped the stirring wheel with poorly hidden aggression.

I was fed up with his pouting and childish behavior when he nearly hits another car but swerves just in time.

"Auston, If there is something you need to say, FUCKING SAYING IT!" I hissed venomously, violently jerking forward when the car is abrupt pulled over to the side of the road and stopped, Auston whipping his head to me pissed.

"SO NOW YOU WANNA TALK?!" His voice boomed around my head as his eye are in slits glaring.

"WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING FAKE? GOD AMELIA. why can't you let me in?! You're so frustrating sharing so much than nothing. DO YOU KNOW HOW SHIT I FEEL KNOWING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ABOUT YOU, YET YOU KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT ME?!" He blew up rapid hand motion matching his verb assault. He breaths heavy as he stares into my emotionless eye, a skill I master long before I hit puberty. A deep anger sets in my chest, not at him at myself.

"Nobody cares," My voice choked.

"WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?!" He sneered pissed.

"IT MEANS, NOBODY CARES FOR ME. WHY CAN'T YOU I'M NOT WORTH IT," I lose it as let it out. "EVERYONE FUCKING LEAVES IN THE END. Everyone leaves me, Auston. Can't you see I-I'M not wor-worth it 'cause everyone leaves. I can't handle it anymore," Fat tears roll down my face as I scream at the now speechless man.

"Thinking someone might actually love me and care just to- to-" I cried hard smashing head back against the seat. "just to leave. They always do," I dropped my head into my hands and cried.

I cried hard and long,

I cried until my body couldn't anymore and fell into a dreamless sleep as Auston still wordless started the car and driving again.

I woke again when I was being set onto something soft and familiar, my bed. I could hear Stephanie's worried voice somewhere as Auston trying calm and get her to leave. It took something Mitch said for her to leave and the door shut softly.

Opening my sore eyes I spot Auston's figure leaning his head against the door.

"Auston?" My voice hoarse.

"Amelia, I am so sorry. I didn't mean it , you're not fake. You're reserved for a reason you don't have to tell me," Auston rushed to sit on the bed grabbing my hands into his rough ones. "I shouldn't have pushed you, fuck. I'm so selfish," My eyes widen in wonder as this boy just keeps apologizing. Removing my hands from his I sit to grasp the sides of his face.

"Will you shut up?" barely over a whisper. "I'll tell you. I'm not ready to, can we start with smaller stuff," I smiled sadly as my voice remained soft.

"Yes, okay how about I ask question and you just answer," He suggested more nervous than I ever seen him.

"I think I can manage that,"

"okay," We sat in silence as we stared into each others eyes before I break giggly.

"Are you gonna ask me something?" I raised a teasing brow, smiling when a deep shade of pink marks his cheeks.

"Ah, yeah, uhm. What's your favorite color?" He smiled shyly looked young.

"Purple,"

"Favorite food?"

"Gnocchi but the way my Nona would make it for me. The dough was always perfectly flavored and texture but honestly I think it was just because she made it I loved it so much," I reveal fondly as Auston nods encouraging me.

"Are you close with her?" His tone so soft as he's scare to startle me.

"Yeah but she moved back to Italy when my Nono- her husband passed away. It was easier for her as most our family is still there," I freely enjoying telling Auston some of my background.

It was a great start.

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