Austin Mahone is notorious for the countless women he has coming and going from his penthouse. Every night there's someone new. He wants nothing more than for one to stay, but they never do. Until she changed everything.
*Warning: Contains sexual co...
I was supposed to go to this concert with my friend, but it sold out before I could get a ticket and she's sending me pictures of her meeting the band to make me feel bad :(
I apologize for this semi-short chapter, but I haven't really felt very good today.
Sorry for the constant Rowan and Austin pov changes, but like hers gets some more input sometimes.
18. Rowan.
"Wake up" I mumble, kissing Austin's jaw.
"No" He whines.
"Please" I pout.
"No, just cuddle me" He pouts back, and I giggle, crawling under his arm and wrapping my legs around his waist "Much better" He sighs in content, kissing my forehead.
"Maybe for you, my pants are too tight for this position" I whine, and he chuckles.
"Nobody told you to get dressed"
"But if I'm going to hang out with your mom I need to have actual clothes on" I roll my eyes.
"I forgot you two were hanging out today" He flutters his eyes open, and I nod.
"Yes, and she makes me nervous"
"You seemed fine with her on Christmas" He chuckles.
"Yeah, but this is one on one time" I say with wide eyes "Are you sure you can't just, you know, tag along?"
"Nope, I have to do a couple of things today" He says, and I pout "You'll be fine" He runs his hand down my arm, leaning in to kiss my lips softly.
"Hey, don't want to interrupt, but are you ready?" Michele peeks her head into the door, breaking Austin and I from our kiss.
"She'll be out in a second" Austin answers, and she nods, walking out of the room. He pecks my lips repeatedly, before removing his arm from around me. I walk to the corner of his room, and pick up my boots, sitting on the edge of his bed to put them on.
"Keys" I hold out my hand to Austin, he sits up in bed, wiping his eyes.
"I don't even know where I put them" He furrows his eyebrows "Oh, there in my pants from yesterday" He points to his jeans on the floor, and I pull out the keys to his car.
"Thank you" I say, grabbing the keys from the pocket. I look back over at him, seeing his arms open wide and I walk into them, kissing his cheeks.
"Have fun" He yawns.
"I will, I'll see you later" I walk to his door.
"Bye Baby" He says as I walk out of the room, meeting Michele in the living room.
"Ready?" I ask, and she nods the two of us walking to the elevators and taking it down to walk out to Austin's car. I get into the drivers seat, while Michele gets into the passenger seat.
"I'm surprised he let you drive one of his cars" She laughs "He's so possessive"
"I'm surprised too" I chuckle "But I'm sure he knows what I say goes" I joke, driving down the street "So what first?"
"I was thinking of a little shopping, and maybe get our nails done. Girl stuff" She shrugs, examining her finger nails.
"Sounds good" I nod, driving to the mall. I park, and we walk inside, walking around for a while until we get to a little dress shop, Michele dragging me inside when I couldn't stop staring at the dress in the window.
"Hi, where can I find the dress in the window?" Michele asks one of the workers.
"It's right over there" The girl says politely, pointing to the section in the back.
"No, I don't need-"
"Sh" She shushes me, dragging me to the back, and finding the dress "Size?"
"9" I answer, and she grins, pulling out a dress. She hands it to me and ushers me to the dressing room, shoving me inside.
"Send a picture of it to Austin while you're at it" She says with a giggle, and I laugh, pulling it on. My eyes widen at the dress and how well it fits me and I take Michele's advice, sending a picture to Austin.
To: Austin😍❤️💑💏
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Yes or no? ;)
From: Austin😍❤️💑💏
Fuck yes😍😍😍
"He loves it" I yell from the dressing room, hearing Michele laugh loudly. I pull on my clothes back on and carry the dress out of the dressing room, deciding I might as well buy it. I pay for it, and Michele and I walk around the mall a little while more, before stopping at the nail salon.
"So, you and my son..." She trails off, and I chuckle.
"Me and your son" I say back.
"I know I don't have to, but I'm giving the mom speech anyways" She chuckles "I'll keep it short and sweet. Treat his right, that's my baby boy you've got"
"I promise I will" I nod "He's too important to me, to treat wrong"
"He really likes you, like a lot" She chuckles.
"He's a sweetheart" I laugh "Like sometimes he's too good to me, and it's crazy"
"That's how he's always been, and each time he's been hurt because the boy wears his heart on his sleeve, and I hate seeing him get hurt"
"I won't hurt him" I take my hand with dry nails and place it on hers "I promise, I honestly don't know what I'd do if I lost him"
"Thank you" She smiles, tearing up "You're what he needs in his life"
"I think he's more of what I need. He's the only guy that's ever liked me for me, and not for looks and I'm so grateful to have him"
