Theres Always a Catch. (Austin Mahone One DirectionFAN FIC)

That Day..

A couple hours passed by and we never ran out of jokes or conversation. We talked about our parents, my sister, my uncle, my insecurities, my singing, his singing, what its like to be mentoring contestants, everything. I almost told him about my past self harm, but I realized I dont wanna scare him away just yet. That happened with everyone else. Thats mainly why my mom and sister are ny best friends. Cause they cant get away from me. After all that, he decided he wanted to tweet the video of our duet. Immediately, receiving a bunch of new retweets of everyone asking 'Whos that girl. She better not be you girlfriend!' and the occasional 'That bitch is stealing my man.' Damn. But there were some that were nice like 'Aww. Shes Beautiful and She Makes Him Happy<33' or 'Way to go Austin. Shes pretty(;'. Austin decided to answer some and tell them my twitter name and that I was one of the many contestants on X Factor, that we werent dating, hes helping me on songs and things of that sort. Soon after, my phone wouldnt stop getting notifications from twitter. Geeze. Some were tweets. Most were new followers. I just turned off the twitter notifications for now.

While I was doing that, Austin was looking at me. I noticed as I looked up and met his gaze. Oh those hazel eyes could melt a girls soul. .... That was soo cheesy. What has happened!

"You know you have really pretty eyes." He told me, interrupting my thoughts. My eyes were a light brown and they turned a really pretty color when my makeup would turn out right, and in this case, it must have.

"Thanks, you do too!"

He just smiled, I tried to analyze his face for any emotion. None. I couldnt have predicted what he was about to say.

"You know your not like most girls. Or fans. Your different. You dont act different around me so that I like you and you dont just agree with everything I say to make me like you. But no dont worry, I like different." He said smiling. I couldnt think of anything to reply with. Its only been a couple days knowing him and I already liked him? Nope. Stupid school girl crushes.

"I try" was all I could say making SURE my sarcasm showed.

"No you dont! Its obvious you dont care. Thats what I like."

"Im not too careless. I make sure my shoes always match my outfit. And my bed is always perfectly made. But yeah your right other than that, I live in the moment. And. I. Like. It." I smiled at that last part. And he laughed at me. He was right, I didnt care. At all. I went with the flow, mainly because I stopped planning out how I wanted my life and realized I dont choose it. God does.

"My shoes have to match too." We laughed at the thought of it.

***

I got up and walked back to the studio. I forgot I left my journal on the counter earlier and Austin just happenes to stumble upon it. When he walked in to the studio he shoved it on the piano in front of me.

"And this is?" he said with a huge grin on his face.

Oh dear. Thats my song book..

*** Austins POV. ***

I walked towards the studio rigt after Elizabeth but stopped I noticed a white journal with black ad purple enscriptions beautifully highlighting the letters thay read: "Lizzy's Song Book" written in teal marker.

I grabbed it and walked to the studio. Maybe I can get her to sing me one.

I walked and she was sitting at the piano. She noticed me as I walked in. She was smiling that perfect smile. I told her earlier she was different, I thought maybe I coyld get her to tell me if she thought I was cute so I could tell her she was beautiful. But nope. Nothing.

I walked over to her while thinking about all this. I just set the journal down and slid it in front of her face.

"And this is?" I asked her sarcastically. Her eyes grew huge as she read the letters on the journal. She snatched it away.

"Nothing!" It made me laugh so hard I could barely get my sentence out.

"Oh really? Well then why are you so freaked out." I crept towards her. Her back was facing me so she wouldnt know. I snatched the journal just as I got close enough to reach, I opened it up to see a song written in a black gel pen. There were alot of scribbles in places she couldnt find the perfect lyric to match. But as I read thru the song, I realized she was great at writing songs. She came up behind me and snatched the book back.

"Play that for me.." Was all I could say. Speechless. That song was just incredible.

"Uh..I dont know..." Her voice trailed off.

"Aw. Come on. And I can tell you have the perfect melody from the way its written. Please?" I gave her the puppy dog eyes. It took a minute but she finally caved in.

She sat at the piano and started playing. The music was breathtaking. How her fingers hit every note swiftly without hesitation. She started singing and I was blown away. She was perfect.