Dance On [Austin Mahone Fan Fiction]

Chapter 11: The Kiss, The End

{Calli}

Austin and I spend hours practicing the dance. Even after rehearsals, we're still going. He and I are alone on stage running through the moves. I'm partially afraid to be the lead dancer. I don't want his fans to think anything worse about me. Austin notices how distracted I'm getting and suggests we take a break. We sit on the edge of the stage. I have a water bottle in my hand, when I lift it up to my mouth, I notice how badly my hands are shaking.

"You alright?" Austin asks nodding at my hands.

"Yeah, I think so." I say examining my shaky hands. "I guess I'm just really nervous about tonight."

Austin scoots closer to me, putting his arm around my shoulder. "Don't be. You're going to be great."  

I lean my head on his shoulder. I don't know what else to say, so I enjoy the silence.

Whenever Austin and I are together, I have the strong urge to kiss him. I don't know why, but its all I can think about. Especially when he kisses the top of my head the way he does. I swear I melt underneath his touch.

Suddenly I feel Austin turn his head towards mine, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Why are you so distracted today?" He asks laughing at me. "I knew you were ADD, I just didn't know it was this bad."

I shove him. "I'm not ADD."

"Could've fooled me." He jokes.

I shove him again. "I just have a lot on my mind today."

"Like what?" He asks.

"Nothing you need to know about." I say trying to avoid what I'm really thinking.

Austin pushes me so I'm on my back, and crawls over me. "You're a liar." He says. His hands move to my hips and I know he's going to tickle me.

"No please don't." I plead, already starting to laugh.

He leans his face closer to mine. "Then tell me what you're thinking." He whispers.

Without hesitation I move my hands to around his neck playing with his hair. Slowly one hand moves to the base of his neck, the other cups his cheek. One of his hands stays on my hip, the other brushes my hair back behind my ear. Afraid of being interrupted, just like the past few times, I lean in quickly and press my lips to his.

{Austin}

I'm leaning over Calli, staring into her eyes. All I want to do is kiss her, but I'm afraid she doesn't feel the same. Her hands move lower on my neck, as I bring one hand up to brush her cheek. She lifts her head up and quickly presses her lips to mine. I kiss her back as soon her lips are on mine. I move my hand to her neck to help hold her up. She wraps her arms completely around my neck.

Her arms loosen, and she slowly pulls her lips away. She lays her head back on the floor of the stage.

"Why'd you stop?" I ask breathlessly.

She giggles. "I ran out of breath." Her breathing is just as heavy as mine.

I run my fingers through her hair again. "I've been wanting to do that for so long."

She lightly slaps my chest. "Then why didn't you, dummy?"

"I was afraid you didn't feel the same way about me."

Her cheeks turn slightly pink. "Well now you know how I feel."

I smile and lean my face closer to hers. "Actually." I whisper. "I'm not so sure. I think you need to remind me again."

Calli blushes again and bites her lip, before slowly pressing her lips to mine. Her kiss is soft and slow. She pulls away again.

"Better?" She whispers.

I quickly kiss her lips again. "Much better." I roll off of her and stand up. Calli sits up before I help her stand. I pull her into me and wrap my arms around her.

"So I guess now what they say is true.' I tell her.

She looks up at me wearily. "What do you mean?"

"That you're mine."

She blushes, but tries to keep composure. "Oh am I?" She lets go of me, and walks in circles around me. "And who said I wanted to be your girlfriend?"

I grab her hand when she tries to pass me. I smile down at her. "I'm pretty sure you just made that very clear."

She smirks. "Fair enough."

I try to kiss her again, but she puts her hand up against my lips. "Enough kissing. We need to practice for tonight."

I roll my eyes at her and she moves her hand. I lean down and quickly kiss her cheek. "Gotcha."

She rolls her eyes in return at me. "You're so stupid."

{Calli}

A few distracted kisses later, Austin and I are finally practicing again. We run through the songs twice more, before we get ready for the show. My hands are still shaking just as badly as they were before. I drink a lot more water to stay hydrated, and I eat protein to make sure my blood sugar doesn't drop to low. Finally it's show time. Tonight we're closing out the show with What About Love.

Sweat pours down my body. My breathing is heavy. I'm so exhausted I don't know how I'm still dancing. Lights are flashing, the audience is screaming his name. My insides scream for more. It doesn't burn anymore my body craves this rush. Now I know how. The rush I get from the crowd keeps me going. Here comes the tricky part. I hear it in the music picking up. I'm in a dancer's arms now. He's flipping me over his shoulder. These flips are effortless now. My feet are back on the ground.

Hands are on my waist. I look into his hazel eyes. I never noticed how beautiful they were before. We dance just like rehearsal, but something feels different. Something between us feels different. I look at his eyes again. He feels it too.

His smile grows as he sings. His hand push me away and I twirl towards center stage. He soon joins next to me. The end of the final chorus is here. The all dance begins. We do the routine from his video.

I have to walk away. That's how this ends. But I can't. I've walked away every time we rehearsed. Why can't I now? Here it comes. I push off his chest and turn away. The second my hands leave I feel empty. Like there's a hole in my chest.

The music is over and I somehow make it backstage. I hear his voice calling my name, but my vision's blurry. I can't stand up straight. My legs shake. Hands wrap around my back and I'm lifted off the ground. My face is buried in his chest. His laugh fills my ears, as I wrap my arms around his neck. We're spinning around now. I squeeze his neck tighter, and bury my face even more against him.

Finally I'm back on the ground. We pull away and stare into each other's eyes, not even bothering to hide our wide smiles.

"You were amazing out there Cal!" He says through a laugh. "I'm so proud of you!"

I smile at him and open my mouth to speak but, nothing can come out. I feel my throat closing up. I don't know what to do.

"Cal?" His voice sounds concerned. His hands lock on my hips holding me up.

I feel myself slipping away. Right before everything goes black I faintly make out my name being called.