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

Dreaming is Believing

***Eli's POV***

I went to sleep last night happy yet sad. Lucy was cured and that's all I could ask for. But I had just helped kill Elisa and the after math was killing me.

I put my thoughts aside and started thinking about Stacy. Last I heard, Harry was crying and Austin said he would explain in the morning. I don't know why but I didn't feel like arguing.

I was tired of arguing with him. I said that I didn't feel in love but.frankly, I don't remember what love feels like. How can I be in a relationship where the feelings aren't mutual!?

I can't tell him I love him when I don't. If I loved him before, how do I make that feeling come back?

Austins hand was in mine and he held on tight though I let go a long time ago. His mind was set on something and I could tell because he didnt say a word since he talked to Harry.

Once I had finally set my mind on sleep, I felt Austin lay next to me. It was now a force of habit to curve in to his chest because its exactly where I felt safe. No matter how mad at him I was, I would always do this and this would never get tired of it. I drifted off to sleep with my thoughts still cluttering every inch of my mind. I was jolted from my sleep when I heard Austin say something. I iddnt open my eyes but I did adjust my head so I could hear him more.

"How do I put this? How do I show her that what we had was real? I know she doesnt feel the same and its nothing she can hide. She will probably never feel the same and having to make her feel that again is nearly impossible. If it were meant to be it would be but what if we werent? I cant cope with that. I wont be able to heal from that heart break beause with her I dont feel like a huge popstar with millions of girls. I feel like the normal guy down the street with one grl. One girl he will love for the rest of his life. The best couple out there but theres nothing that will make her feel the way that I do again. Because it was hard enough for her to love me the first time. I want more than ever to give her the promise ring that the label wants me to give her but I want her to say yes, not for the image, but for actually wanting to be with me forever as I do her. How will I even give her the letter Stacy left? How do I tell her that her best friend past away from the gun shot that her enemy shot? No matter what happens after this week, this competition, and this life, I dont think she will ever love me, again. Not after these secrets."

A promise ring? Stacy? Gone? A letter? Love?

I felt a tear drop on my forhead followed by a kiss where it landed. I immediately knew it was Austin. He got up and I opened my eyes enough to see what he was doing.

The room was dark but the evanescent flashes of lightning from the outside storm lit up the room enough along with the light of the moon. He grabbed his iPhone off the stand next to my bed and a tissue to wipe his tears. He grabbed his bag of clothes and everything he had packed. He crouched down on his knees next to the night stand and grabbed a pen and paper I had left from my school work I had to finish. He wrote a lot down before grabbing another piece of paper out of his back pocket and put it next to it.

He walked over to my bed and I shut my eyes. I made a "Hmm?" sound so he knew I was awake and would hopefully explain to me what was happening. But instead he just said, "Goodbye Elizabeth. Hopefully one day well be together but if not, I love you." He kissed my cheek and I felt another tear fall from his eye. I felt a tear slip from mine as well. "Dont cry. They say 'Whatever will be, will be.' If we are meant to be, we will. If not, you'll get your answer that we werent in love."

I opened my eyes and saw the puffiness and redness of his eyes. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my head in. "Dont leave.." My voice trailed off thinking of nothing else to say. I held him as tight as possible and refused to let him go.

"I have to.." I cried hard now. Why he had so much of an effect on me, I had no clue.

"Atleast, sing me my song.." I felt him smile and let out a slight chuckle

"Fine.." He grabbed my guitar from the far side  of the room and I sat with my legs crossed. He sat down in the chair next to the bed but I shook my head in disagreement and patted the edge of the bed right across from me.

He rolled his eyes and smiled. He sat there and I stared in to his eyes as he placed his hands on the chords he knew by heart. He strummed the guitar and sang me my song that I requested every time I couldnt sleep.

Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCartney.

I don't want another pretty face

I don't want just anyone to hold

I don't want my love to go to waste

I want you and your beautiful soul

I know that you are something special

To you I'd be always faithful

I want to be what you always needed

Then I hope you'll see the heart in me

I don't want another pretty face

I don't want just anyone to hold

I don't want my love to go to waste

I want you and your beautiful soul

You're the one I wanna chase

You're the one I wanna hold

I wont let another minute go to waste

I want you and your beautiful soul

Yeah

You might need time to think it over

But I'm just fine moving forward

I'll ease your mind

If you give me the chance

I will never make you cry c'mon let's try

I don't want another pretty face

I don't want just anyone to hold

I don't want my love to go to waste

I want you and your beautiful soul

You're the one I wanna chase

You're the one I wanna hold

I wont let another minute go to waste

I want you and your beautiful soul

Tears came up one by one thru out the song. It finally dawned on me that I did love him. I didnt need him to prove it. Because it was the little things I fell in love with. But I was naive and stupid. I messed everything up and I only had myself to blame.

Once he was done I had no words. But he did. "Bye Eli, see ya later."

He didnt wait for me to reply because he couldnt bare to see me say no. He closed the door and I burst in to to tears. Once I gathered myself, I got up and walked to the letter he left me and did exactly what it told me to. I read Stacy's letter before his and nearly fell over in shock.

Why? was the only thing I could think.