what it feels like - Austin Butler

fourteen - late

ISLA'S POV

When I wake up the first thing I notice is the pillows and duvet that are way too soft to be mine. The next thing I notice is the shirtless body lying next to me. Austin. Then I recall the events of last night.

After we jumped in the pool, we layed outside in our wet clothes talking for a while before I took a shower and put on a big t-shirt belonging to Austin. After he showered, the two of us cuddled in his bed watching a movie. To be honest, I don't know what movie we were 'watching' since I was halfway asleep the whole time.

I lay there, appreciating this moment, instead of getting up and accidentally waking the gorgeous man sleeping next to me. I try to be as still as possible when I reach for my phone to check the time, but it's not there. Oh well, I probably left it somewhere else. The thought slips my mind when I hear a husky voice, "Good morning." I turn my head to see his hair all over the place and his eyes squinty. Austin moves his hand to brush my hair off of my face.

"Morning," my voice sounds out, still a little hoarse from just waking up. He pulls my face toward his and places a quick peck on my mouth. "What time is it?" I ask him. "I don't know where my phone is."

"Your phone's plugged in downstairs, and it's..." he reaches for his phone, sitting on his bedside table, "10:45. Shit." He gets up quickly and runs to his closet. I'm still sitting in bed while Austin's searching for an outfit, I assume. He comes back out with a plain white tee, brown trousers, and cream socks and begins changing. "I'm supposed to be at an interview thirty minutes ago."

I'm not sure how to help him, so I offer to make him breakfast while he gets ready. He agrees and heads to the bathroom while I scurry downstairs. I decide to whip up some scrambled eggs quickly, along with some toast. Austin comes downstairs, looking as good as ever, with a pair of sweats as I'm throwing it on a plate. He grabs the plate and throws me the pants. "What are these for?" I question.

"You. Wanna come with?" he asks, while shoving eggs in his mouth. I feel like I'm doing too many things on a whim, and too fast. But then again, I don't think he'd hurt me like Christopher did, yet I'm reluctant for some reason. I shake away my doubts and throw the sweatpants on along with his big t-shirt.

"Sure. I mean, who else will chauffeur you?" I joke, trying to ignore my insecurities. I grab my phone without checking it, my keys, and my purse and I'm out the door. Austin follows behind me, with our breakfast, to my car and we leave. Apparently I'm heading to a random Buzzfeed building.

He's finishing up his eggs as we pull in, and though I only expected to drop him off, he pulls me inside with him. Austin tells me that I'll really enjoy the interviews he's doing today. I'm reluctant again. I look terrible, sloppy, and completely unprofessional, but I still follow him in. I can't tell if I'm clingy for coming along or he's clingy for asking me too. Either way, it's too fast.

No one seems to be mad that he's late and I find out the first interview is the "answering questions with puppies interview." It goes by very quickly. They ask him only a couple questions and get a bunch of shots of him playing with the puppies. I take candids throughout the interview, but make him pose with his favorite puppy once it's finished. Austin tells me that he's very excited to see my reaction to the next interview.

THIRD PERSON POV

Isla sits behind the camera while Austin begins the interview.

"Hi, I'm Austin Butler and I'm here with Buzzfeed to read thirst tweets."

A small giggle, belonging to his girlfriend, is heard behind the camera.

"I told you that you'd enjoy it," he beams at her. "Wish me luck." Austin pauses before beginning, "Okay, here we go. This one says 'whenever Austin Butler thrusts his hips in Elvis... poetic cinema.' That's, uh, very flattering thank you.'"

"The next one says, 'Austin Butler is so hot I want him to crush me with his Elvussy.' I, what's an elvussy?"

At this point, Isla bursts out laughing, "I'll tell you later."

"No, tell me... what's an elvussy?" he demands.

"It's like a pussy but an elvis pussy... like elvussy," her words are getting caught up between laughter.

"What the fuck? Um, anyways I hate to break it to you, but I don't think I can do that. Moving on. Oh, this one's not as bad. 'Why do people hate Austin Butler, all he does is touch his face and be sexy' Thank you, I actually didn't mind that one."

Isla notices that Austin has a much more confident act going for him right now, compared to his somewhat shy and unsure personality.

"Next. 'A solid reminder of how sexy Austin Butler is. Like I will be dreaming about him forever. He is the only reminder of why it's okay to like men when they're all trash. Needed that.' Then there's a heart. I think there is a lot to... unpack in this tweet. It starts off with dreaming and then ALL MEN ARE TRASH! And then right back to the loving 'needed that.' at the end." Austin makes a heart with his hands and smiles at Isla. "I don't know if I'm reacting good enough to these or what I'm supposed to do... sorry Buzzfeed."

The next question makes Austin chuckle before reading it, "This one's pretty funny, uh, it says, 'since no one else will, I'm gonna say it. Austin Butler is still sexy as fat Elvis' I would have to disagree with you on that one. Next one, um 'everytime I see Austin Butler, I say daddy and I'm not ashamed of it.' You should probably get that checked out. Doesn't sound healthy."

He grabs a drink of water, "These are so embarrassing to read, it goes: 'Austin really put his whole butussy into playing Elvis and I gotta respect it.' Is this like the elvussy thing?"

Isla nods.

"But why is it butussy this time?"

Isla can't contain her laughter while explaining, "It's like your last name. Butler but with 'ussy' in it. Butussy."

"Wait so you'd be like Demussy?" This whole situation seems to be confusing the fuck out of Austin.

"Just finish your interview, Butussy," Isla says, rolling her eyes.

"Hey," Austin says, pretending his feelings are hurt, but then he continues his interview. "Oh my, this one is very vulgar. 'Austin Butler smash my tits with a laptop please.' Woah. That doesn't even sound remotely nice at all. Why the hell would I do that?"

"Okay um, only a couple more." A crew member goes up to whisper to him. "Oh," Austin grins at Isla, "This one's from a special someone, and it's very recent. "'Austin Butler.' That's all it says. I think the period at the end of this one is very important considering who it was written by. Um, that's all I have to say on that matter."

Isla was so embarrassed but also knew she had nothing to be embarrassed about. Austin had literally told her he was "down bad" for her.

"How many more?" Austin asks the people behind the camera. "Two? Okay. This one says, 'Just watched Elvis, I need to fuck Austin Butler.' Ummm, okay then. I hate to break it to you but I'm a little bit taken at the moment so it's just not gonna work out, babe. Sorry. Last one?"

The team replies yes and Austin reads the last tweet, "I just got home from the movies...' then in all caps, 'I never thought I'd say this but I want Austin Butler to rail me the fuck up cause i swear to god I was h word that whole movie.' H word?" He suddenly realizes, "Ohhhhh. Um okay. I'm sorry?" He shrugs.

"I think this may have been the worst interview I've ever done because I don't know how to reply to these tweets." He chuckles. "Anyways, that was me reading thirst tweets with Buzzfeed." He flashes a thumbs up at the camera.

Him and Isla get back to her car.

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ugh i hate this chapter