Sexy Monster || Austin Mahone *DISCONTINUED*

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#1.2

Enmie's POV:

He stalks out of the kitchen, with a long and annoyed groan.

I eye up the plate of pizza on the counter, and as if on cue, my stomach rumbles.

No. I can't have any. This must be some sort of planned setup, and he'll just walk back in and laugh at me or poison me or he'll definitely do something to me if I touch that god-damned, delicious-looking pizza.

But then again maybe he won't notice if I eat just one bite..? Maybe even a slice from underneath so he won't realise?

I continue to mentally debate with myself for a bit longer, before I decide to listen to my stomach instead of my head.

I grin mischievously and tiptoe the short distance to get to the plate, and then grab a slice, shovelling it into my mouth while I have the chance.

My jaw rapidly chews the food, not pausing incase he walks back in again.

Just to my luck, the sound of footsteps jogging down the stairs panics me, and I jump back into my original place, wiping my mouth with my sleeve, and desperately trying to swallow my food.

The kitchen door opens, and I give up, stuffing my cheek with food, and praying I don't look like a chipmunk.

Austin calmly walks in, eyeing me up and raising an eyebrow at what can only be my chipmunk cheeks.

"You best not be hiding drugs in those cheeks of yours" He says, looking me dead in the eye. "Because if you are, you gotta share with me" And he starts chuckling at my wide-eyed expression.

"n-no ni'm not 'iding drugs" I try to say. With a golf ball shoved in my mouth, I sound like a fool.

His eyes dart to the plate of pizza and back to me again. "Are you sure you didn't eat any pizza then?"

The left corner of his mouth lifts up into a smirk.

I shake my head roughly, maybe a bit too sure.

"Really?" He digs, smirking still.

"nuh huh" I try to speak confidently but a tiny chunk of pizza flies out of my mouth and I cringe, turning around and pretending to sneeze.

"ACHOO!" I squeal, and cover my nose like if I actually sneezed.

"Sorry I need a tissue" I say and walk out of the kitchen and head towards the bathroom, swallowing what was left in my mouth.

I mentally praise myself for my expert ideas, and take a quick turn to go to 'my room'.

Standing there, to my complete shock, is Austin.

Fully clothed, face full of smirk, and still standing there.

I blink to try and get rid of my imagination. Nope. He's still there.

"How did you get here so fast?" I ask in denial, angered that my plan backfired.

"It is my house after all, I know my way around" He continues to smirk at me, chuckling occasionally at my expression.

I ignore his comment and stare him down, suddenly filled with confidence from my anger at him.

"Whoa someone's came out of their shell" He says, raising his hands in defence with a grin.

My mouth twitches, but I deny myself to smile and stare at him like before.

"Aw Em couldn't crack a smile for me" He coo's, winding me up.

I battle with my inner-humour and try my best not to smile.

I even try glaring him up and down, just to be defiant.

I look at his feet, trailing my eyes up across his body. His red Jordan's. His jean-covered knees. His pocket. My white ribbon in his pocket. His belt. His white T-shirt.

My eyes snap back to his pocket, and there, sure enough, is my white ribbon. Peaking out over the edge.

"Crap" I whisper, silently.

"What was that?" He asks, tilting his head curiously.

"I said um, cat. Do you have a cat?" I think on the spot, and question him, looking around for any signs of a cat.

He raises his eyebrow again, slightly confused.

"Uh yeah, my mums old cat Romo" He speaks, giving me a weird look.

Well I didn't actually expect him to have a cat. Now what do I do?

"Could I see him?" I ask, putting on my sweetest smile.

"Uh sure. He's probably asleep under my bed or something though"

"That's cool"

"Okay?" He replies, quite questioningly.

He starts walking down the hall so I follow him.