Dial Drunk - Post Malone

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Austin walks down the steps of the private jet he had hired to take them back to the States after four weeks in France. Cassidy had insisted that they could no longer fly commercially due to his status. Apparently, according to her, they have taken the world by storm and are now the new Hollywood 'it' couple. What the fuck does that even mean? How the world knows about them has him baffled because he had very rarely left the hotel room and even when he did he made sure to keep a low profile. His team has not released a statement confirming their relationship and Cassidy swears she has not leaked anything to the media yet the airport in France had been a frenzy of media and crying fans who voiced their opinions very strongly at their disapproval of his relationship with Cassidy while they waived around countless articles about them. All he can say is thank fuck for his bodyguard and Grassy who showed up out of nowhere. He can not count how many times Grassy has saved his ass.

He had phoned Dre during the flight over and explained the situation. Dre had been furious and point-blank blamed Cassidy, going so far as threatening to sue her for breaching the NDA as soon as he found some solid proof that she contacted the media. It had made Cassidy cry and Austin had insisted Dre apologise to her. He had mumbled an apology and then said he would meet them at LAX as he was convinced LAX would be worse than France. So now as Austin walks down the jet steps he watches Dre's face and can tell by the steam coming from his ears that LAX is a shit show.

"Hey," Austin says as he gets to him. "Hey yourself. Get in the car," Dre says, his face stormy. Austin feels like a teen that was caught sneaking out but when Grassy points to the airport windows Austin's heart almost drops out of his ass. People are pushed up against the windows that overlook the runway - it's fucking pandemonium. "This is fucking ridiculous," Austin mumbles as he lights a cigarette. "It's nothing compared to what Levi had to deal with the other day," Dre says taking the bags from the bodyguard and throwing them into the trunk. "What? What do you mean?" Austin asks crushing his cigarette under his boot and walking closer to Dre. Dre looks at Grassy who gives him a tight nod.

"Shit has it the fan, Austin. We are trying to get to the bottom of it, trying to find the leak...or at least, proof of who the leak is. But, somehow your relationship and breakup with Levi was shared with some low-life reporter. Photos and very private conversations between the two of you were shared. Levi practically got ambushed over the weekend. It freaked her the fuck out," Dre says. Austin has to swallow hard to keep his bile down. Fuck. Levi didn't want their relationship public, like him they had wanted to keep something just for themselves. Levi had also always been clear that she didn't want the press, she liked being a shadow in the background. "Is she alright? Did she get hurt?" Austin asks taking out his phone and pulling up her number, he knows she blocked him but he is freaking out a little.

"She is fine, just a little shaken up. They cornered her in a fucking coffee shop and only became more chaotic when she was not able to tell them to back the fuck up."

"She must have been so upset..." Austin says like the idiot he is. "The media does not give a shit about that, they want their pound of flesh. Their payday. Lucky for Levi some very kind people were around and they stood up for her when they realised what was going on. They got her out of there."

"Don't they understand she is deaf? She can't fucking speak."

"Didn't stop the media reporting that she is rude and snubbed them, Austin. They are ripping her apart in the media. They don't care," Dre says. "I need to get her a bodyguard. Why the fuck did no one phone me?" Austin says, his finger still hovering over her name, he needs to call her just to see if she is alright. "I already did. It's on your dime, I knew you would have wanted that...even if you are the world's biggest asshole right now," Grassy says. "Thank you," Austin says, relief flooding his body. But, he still wants to see her, make sure she is ok himself. "And phone you? We tried, your phone has been off this whole month, you fucking disappeared," Dre says.