Austin Butler imagines💙

Dance partner

Summary: you are a famous dancer doing a duet, and when they come round to practice austin is jealous of you two touching eachother

You are a popular dancer, and you have a performance coming up which is a duet. There was a lot of touching each other, so you were cautious of what your boyfriend, Austin would think. He tended to get jealous easily, and it would always get the better of him.

Your dance partner, Jacob was about to arrive to practice, so you were wearing leggings and a sports bra, with a unzipped hoodie over, which you would probably take off as you usually got hot while dancing.

You heard the sound of a car pull up onto the drive.

"Who's that?" Austin asked.
"Jacob." You replied.
"Yeah and..who is that?" Austin asked again.
"My dance partner." You answered.
"Hm. Okay." He said.

There was a knock at the door, and when you opened the door, there stood a boy, with black hair and blue eyes. You had met him before though, obviously.

In your house, there was a completely empty room with mirrors and all your dance stuff in, so you two would be in there.

"Hey." You smiled. "Come on in."
"Hey Y/N." He smiled back.

Austin was sat, glaring at you.

"This is my boyfriend Austin." You introduced, rubbing Austin's shoulder.

"Hey man." Jacob said, holding out his hand to Austin.

Austin firmly shook his hand. "Hi."

You had to admit, he could've said it a little bit nicer..

"Well we're gonna be just down the hall." You tell Austin.
"Okay." He said.

You walked down the hallway to the dance studio and you begin practicing. You left the door open a bit so more air would flow in.

In the mirror, while you are lifted by Jacob you see Austin peeking in.

And Austin literally just saw you get danced on by him...

The door flings open and Austin comes, and interrupting your dance he began making out with you.

"Austin we were in the middle of a dance.." you said.

"Don't fucking care. Jacob you can get your things and get the fuck out of my house. And get your stupid little Tesla off my fucking drive, cause if you're trying to flex on Y/N with that car you're starting off wrong, because guess what, she doesn't even like Tesla's. She prefers MY Cadillac and you would know that if you liked her so much." Austin hissed at Jacob.

This is a prime example of Austin's jealousy, and you knew this because the entire time he stood infront of you, while still holding your hand to keep you close.

Meanwhile Jacob was staring at him, his brow furrowed.

Austin cleared his throat. "Sorry."

"Woah man, I don't like Y/N..." Jacob says.
"Can you just STOP calling me man?! Like your all cool?" Austin shouted at him.
"Austin, bro, just calm down." Jacob tells him.

You could tell Austin was getting seriously riled  up about this. You didn't really wanna get involved though..

"Do not fucking tell me to calm down! I will beat the fucking shit out of you!" He yelled.

Alright. Maybe now would be the time to get involved.

"Alright, Jacob I think it's best you leave.." you said.
"Okay..whatever.." he shrugged.
"Well said Y/N." Austin muttered.

Jacob put his sweater back on, and walked to the door. He walked out, but you hurry to follow him. Austin stays in the room.

"Jacob, I'm really sorry." You apologised, following him to the front door.
"Your boyfriend made it clear I'm not welcome." Jacob said.

The door opened, and Austin walks out. "Damn right I made it clear, but obviously not clear enough. What part of 'get out my fucking house' do you not understand?"

Jacob looks at you and you just shrug. You had no clue else what to do, and you weren't gonna pick some dance partner over your boyfriend.

He walks out.

"Sorry, Y/N, but you are not doing that dance with him." He said.
"No. You're right. I'm not. And who's fault is that!?" You yelled at him, walking past him and barging his shoulder on your way.
"Y/N, i-" he tried to say, but the sound of the bedroom door slamming cut him off.

You had stormed up to the bedroom in anger. You hadn't shown it, but you were mad at Austin. Jacob hadn't done anything, he was just doing the dance. Clearly Austin found that hard to understand.

You were gonna get shouted at by your manager for this.

You feel yourself crying. But not because you're sad, because you're so stressed out.

There was a soft knock.

"Y/N..?" Austin asked, in a shy, quiet and innocent voice.

You didn't answer because then he'd know you were crying, and you didn't really want that.

He enters anyways.

"Go away." You said. "My manager is gonna be so mad at me, and it is all YOUR fault!"

"Baby.." he said quietly. "I didn't mean to make you sad..I just..i was jealous."
"Clearly." You muttered.
"Please forgive me. I love you." He said, hugging you. "I'll cook your favourite tonight, and I'll do what you ask. I'm really sorry. I lost control. Don't be mad at me."

You look up. You couldn't be mad at him.
Look at him.  How. He was adorable.

"I forgive you." You smiled.

He kissed you all over your face and neck, pushing you down flat onto the bed.

"Hi." He said. His chain dangled in your face as he stayed above you.

As promised, he cooked you dinner, and he treated you like a princess for the rest of the night.