Austin Butler One Shots

The Oscars

I felt his strong veiny hand clutch on to my thighs as the transitional music played. It was time.

On the glitzed stage, there in front of us stood the most stunning women of all time, last year's best actress winner Jessica Chastain and Halle Berry. God, I had never seen anybody look so ethereal. Both of them gleamed like literal stars and adjourned in their grace. Seeing both of them so up close felt like a dream.

The slithering grip made me break away from these thoughts and my y/e/c eyes met with his ocean blue eyes. So much was running through his mind, his thoughts almost loud enough for me to hear. Austin had been psyching himself about this evening for the past one week. He'd wake up in the middle of the night suffocated out of slumber, breathless and shaking. Honestly, I was glad that tonight was going to be the end of this façade, or at least I thought.

I sent him an assuring smile and he responded with a nervous one. My hands intertwined with his, and we quietly prepared ourselves for anything that could happen in these next 15 minutes.

Jessica's sweet voice calmed the room, as she began "Here are the nominees for performance by an actor in a leading role" I could feel a knot form in my gut, I don't know how Austin remains so unfazed on the outside by all of this. "Austin Butler, Elvis", suddenly a camera came panning towards us, almost as if it was staring into our soul and I couldn't help but notice the way Austin was slowly edging on his seat, yet flashing his charming grin and bedroom eyes as if he wasn't just mentally screaming into a pillow in his head. All eyes glued to him as if he was the only beacon of hope, but I know how painful it felt for him. He hated that he was the centre of attention, and that's what was driving him crazy. The craning camera slowly moved away from us and towards the other nominees. I felt the rest of the world draw into a deafening silence, as Halle unfolded the golden envelope. Austin was clinging on to my hand for dear life, eyes not moving from the stage and his jaw clenched as though he was caging his emotions into his mouth. "The Oscar goes to...."

Oh lord, please be him.

"Brendan Fraser!"

Austin - oh so quickly- hid his disappointment into a big cheery smile as he shot up from his seat to clap for the winner.

How could it not be him? Just how?

Not once during that entire speech did he turn around to look at me, putting his chin up and a fake plastered enthusiasm surrounding him.

Concerned, I looked around to find Baz ,and apparently he was equally as shattered as he was. My hand rose for the first time in what felt like ages to caress Austin's forearm, but my heart shattered into a million pieces when he denied my touch. Placing my hand aggressively but subtly on to the arm rest on my right.

This wasn't like him, he would never fight with me. He would never give a cold shoulder to Baz. In that very moment I realized that this time something was really, really fucked up.