Austin Mahone Imagine

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“And the winner for song of the year is…Y/N with Never Stop!” Austin Mahone says into the microphone. Oh My God Did I Just Win, I’m freaking out. I feel my best friend, Y/F/N pull me up and hug me so tight I can’t breathe. I walk up to the stage and I’m greeted by Austin holding out my award. “Thank You” I whisper still in shock. “Congrats beautiful, you deserve it.” He says as he hugs me. Austin and I are close, we’ve even been rumored to be dating, this hug will be all over the news, and we’re not though. I want to, like really want to…but he doesn’t feel the same, he keeps saying he doesn’t want a relationship with any girl; he’s concentrating on the music. As I’m by the microphone I don’t know what t say, I’m speechless, this is the first award I’ve won. I feel Austin’s hand on my lower back, he leans forward and whispers in my ear “just thank a few people, that’s all,” so that’s what I do. “Uhh wow, I don’t know what to say, I can’t believe this. Thank You to all the people that helped with the song and music video. Including Austin as he co wrote it.” I say pointing back at him as the crowd cheers. “Thank You to my family for always supporting me and a massive Thank You to all the fans. This means the world to me so Thank You.” The crowd cheers as I walk of the stage. After I did my little backstage interview I saw Austin waiting by the door for me. “Hey congrats!” he repeats, hugging me once more. “Thanks, I can’t believe I actually won it. It’s crazy.” “Well I know you would, the song is amazing and so are you…” “Well thanks, I think we should get back to our seats, aren’t you up for an award tonight?” we start walking in the direction to the audience. “Yeah but I doubt I’ll get it, I’m up against some very talented people.” “Well I voted for you anyways, I think you’re in for a chance, just wait.” “Aww thanks Y/N, it means a lot. Want to do something tonight? To like celebrate?” “Like what?” “Maybe dinner? Bowling? I don’t know it’s up to you.” “Are you asking me out Mr. I don’t do relationships?” “Yeah, yes I am, what do you say?” I make a face to make it seem like I’m thinking about it, even though I already know my answer. “Yeah why not.” “Sweet, see you after the show then.” We sit back in our seats, him just a few away from me. I can’t help but have a dopey smile.  

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