Austin Carlile/OC

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Hey! Can you do one with Austin where he comes home from tour early to surprise you, but you think it's a burglar and hit him over the head with like a baseball bat so he passes out and then you have to take care of him. But you don't know how because he's to heavy for you to lift so you have to like drag him into the living room and he wakes up while you're busy trying to move him? Oh and I love your blog 3

You were washing laundry, trying to keep yourself busy. Making the bed, vacuuming, same old chores. You were missing your boyfriend Austin, who was on tour. You weren't expecting him back for awhile so you tried everything to keep yourself occupied. When you were just starting the washing machine you heard a noise at the front door. You stood silent for a moment, listening. You heard the door open and someone scuffle in. You hurried and grabbed a bat, rushing to the front door you took a deep breath and jumped around the corner, bringing the bat down on the intruder's head. They fell to the floor and you realized it was Austin. You gasped and dropped the bat, rushing over to him.

"Austin?!" You shook him and slapped his face but he didn't wake up.

"Oh my god I've killed him" You panicked, then noticed he was breathing. A sigh of relief escaped you as you put your hand over his head.

"I'm so sorry," You whispered. You looked at him before running to get a wet rag. You placed it on his head. You figured you should move him to the couch so you got up and grabbed his arms, you dropped them and put an arm under his neck and one under his legs, exhaling deeply you dropped them too.

"How the hell am I supposed to move you, god dammit Austin." You grabbed his arms again and started to drag him into the other room. Stopping every two inches to rest, you almost gave up but tried again. You had made it into the living room now you just had to get him to the couch on the other side of the room. You dragged him some more and he started to stir, waking up and looking at you.

"What are you doing?" He asked, rubbing his head.

"Oh, uh. I kind of thought you were a burglar so I maybe, possibly, could have hit you with a bat then tried to drag you to the couch." You explained. Austin laughed and stood up, he wobbled and sat down. You brought the rag back to his head and kissed his cheek.

"I'm sorry baby," You said. He kissed you on the lips and smiled,

"At least you get to be my nurse."