Try (Austin Mahone Short Love Story / Fan Fiction)

Chapter Eight

A/N: This one is REALLY short but the next one will be way long, okay? :)

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Song of the chapter:
Boston by Augustana

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Shaking my head, I ran my tongue over my lips and stormed out of the restaurant, hating everything more than I did before. Not only did she leave, but she even forgot about me after she said she wouldn't.

I climbed in my car, my eyes burning like acid, my head pounding, my adrenaline pumping through my veins. As I started the car, I felt a hot tear fall down my skin. I wiped it away as quickly as possible, pressed down on the gas, and drove home.

Look at you, a voice in my head hissed. You haven't stopped thinking about her for a second and she hasn't even mentioned your name. You're pathetic.

As I sped down the road, I ran a nervous hand through my hair and tried to keep myself from doing anything stupid. Rationalizing was the best thing I could do. I couldn't let those voices get to me or else I could end up hurt, knowing my excessive temper.

Move on, the voices said. Mary did, which means you can too. Go live your life again. You're too young to be this sad. Don't forget about Mary, but stop letting her hold you back.

I swallowed, fighting back the tears that were quick to betray me.

I can't, I thought. I can't move on because I don't want anyone else.

By the time I reached home, I came to the conclusion that I had to stop holding myself back. Or at least show it. If I just showed people that I was okay, maybe they'd get off my back. Maybe after a while, I would start being okay too.

"Austin, are you okay?" my mom asked frantically when I opened the door, wrapping her arms around me. "I was so worried, did you--"

"Mom, I'm fine, okay?" I smiled. I pushed myself to say those words because I was far from them. She pulled back and her eyes browsed over my face, wonder taking over. "I'm fine. Don't worry."

She stayed silent, but then slowly nodded. "Are you sure? Because you were--"

"Yeah. I'm perfectly fine."

No you're not, I thought. You're not even close.

Again, she nodded and backed away from me. "Okay, then."

I moved passed her and headed up the stairs, content with my ability to show her that I wasn't upset anymore.

So, as the months progressed, I continuously pushed myself to appear happy when I was far from it in reality. On the outside, I was happy and normal but on the inside, I was growing emptier without Mary in my life. Each day was a struggle. The scary part was that I was losing interest in fighting anymore, and I knew sooner or later, I'd break. What I was going to do or when I was going to do it was a good question, but each day I held it off only meant that when it happened, it would be more severe. It worried me constantly, but I continued to push it aside just like my feelings for Mary.

It was May. Mary's birthday had passed as well as my own. We were both eighteen, but I still hadn't talked to her once. I refused to talk about her either. As for thinking about her? I did that all the time. I wondered how she was, what she was doing, if she was okay, and most importantly, if she was happy. That was all that mattered was if she was happy or not. Whatever it was that made her happy, I was thankful for it because she deserved nothing but.

I was walking home from school, taking the same route I always did which was through the woods. Every time I would cross the bridge, I would think of Mary and that cold October afternoon when we met. It brought back so many details that I wouldn't be able to remember anywhere else. Like the way her eyes were sad and exhausted, the way her hands were almost purple from the cold, the way strands of her blonde hair were blown in front of her face. But as soon as I stepped off of the bridge, it was like it never happened. Like it was all just made up. A dream, maybe.

The weather was warm and sunny with very few clouds in the sky. That was the kind of weather I liked the most because it made me somewhat happy. It was nearly impossible for me to be one hundred percent depressed like I was in the winter. But obviously, I still was upset a majority of the time. I never showed it though.

Sometimes, my mom would give me really strange looks. They were looks saying that she knew I was trying to please everyone else and be happy, but I ignored them. I couldn't let her know I was sad. I couldn't do that to her anymore.

Stepping up the front stairs to my house, I took note to how my mom's car was in the driveway, meaning she was off or she was working the night shift. Most likely the second one because she was rarely ever off unless it was a holiday.

I pushed open the door and closed it behind me. "Mom, I'm home!"

When I looked up, I saw no one, so I started through the house wondering where she was. It was when I reached the kitchen that I saw her sitting at the table, but she wasn't alone. She looked up at me, guilt immediately washing over her face. I scrunched my eyebrows as the other girl turned around in her chair to face me. It wasn't just any girl.

It was Mary.

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A/N: VOTE BABIES. <3