Good Bad & Undecided. (Austin Mahone Love Story)

Chapter 20

Ok guys so this is the final chapter for th first part and thats really depressing, but like I said there will be a sequel! 

Chapter 20

"Uh, hey," Austin greeted me, scratching the back of his neck. I was craving his touch. For him to kiss me, right then and there. But some part of me knew, that wasn't going to happen right now.

"What happened?" I asked, keeping my gaze locked on him as he tried to avoid mine. "What did I do wrong?" He stayed silent again. "Please tell me because all I seem to be doing lately is screwing everything up."

Austin kicked his foot lightly against the door, looking down at his feet. "Maybe you should just go," He mumbled, furrowing his eye brows. 

"Do you want me to go?" I asked, more life being drained out of me every second. The more he ignored me, the more hope I lost. Did he realize what he was doing to me?

"Yes," He muttered. 

"Why?" I quickly whispered. He looked up at me, finally making eye contact. 

"Because I don't want you nor do I need you in my life. You helped for a little while but I'm fine now. Thanks," He stated, plainly. No emotion. I didn't respond but instead I just looked down at my feet. "I'll see ya' around," Austin spoke before closing the door in my face. My palms began to shake and my lip quivered slightly. 

I mustered as much energy as I could and punched Austin's door. "Shit!" I shouted, clutching my hand in pain. I tried to move my fingers but I couldn't. Peachy. "You said you loved me," I muttered silently before jogging off towards my car. 

I opened my door with my good hand and slipped in the car just before a few rain droplets hit the pavement. I put the key in the ignition and sped out of there as fast as possible.

My vision blurred as the newly developed tears flooded my eyes. The last person who I had, left. Austin's gone. He doesn't need me and he doesn't want me. He's exactly the same kid I thought he was a month ago. Austin is gone. 

I let out loud muffled cries as my car car skidded into the driveway. "I'm going to do it," I muttered to myself as I sat still in the car. "I'm going to do it," I mumbled again, louder this time, trying to convince myself I could. Of course I could. There isn't much to give up if you have nothing left to give. 

Pills. It seemed like the easiest way. I opened the car door and stepped out. Knowing I wouldn't have to walk much longer gave me a sudden feeling of relief. I felt weightless as I floated into the house and quietly made my way up the stairs, careful not to wake anybody. I entered my plain room, sitting on my familiar bed, letting my weight sink into it. I laid back, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. 

I looked to my right and noticed the picture of Robert and I, me on his back, smiling and laughing on the table next to my bed. It had been taken a while ago, but I smiled at the thought of him. Just him. I miss him. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and went to his contact.

To: Robert

From: Ali

I'm sorry for everything. Really.

I sighed, letting a feeling of regret fly off my shoulders as I stood up, walking into my small bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and crinkled my nose. My hair had frizzed from the rain and my eye liner and mascara was running down my face. I opened the cabinet and pulled out a random bottle of pills. I took the bottle and walked back into my room. 

Here it goes; everything I've accomplished, built up, dreamed of over the years. I felt my heart beat started to accelerate as I tried to pry the cap off the bottle. I shot my head towards my door and saw Alex standing there with a panicked expression on his face. 

"Ali, stop!" He shouted, taking slow steps towards me, as if he was scared. I glared at him before trying, once again, to open the bottle. Now, he sprinted towards me and fought against me to get the bottle out of my hands. 

"No! Stop!" I yelled as loud as I could as my hair flung in all different directions. My hair stuck to the wet parts of my cheeks where tears had previously been. "Leave me alone! I hate you!" I screamed. Alex didn't budge. He kept pulling my hands and pushing me. 

Suddenly, the cap burst open and the pills burst all over the floor. "Why would you do that!?" I screamed in his face, felling somewhat faint. I put my head in my hands and as I cried heavily. "It's all ruined! I hate you, Alex!" I shouted into my hands. I dropped to my knees as I felt Alex lower himself down next to me. He placed his hand on my back and ran his fingers up and down, slightly comforting me. I lifted my head, looking at him. 

He cupped my cheeks in his hands and brought my face closer to his. "I love you, Alison Rose Jones" I gulped. He leaned in, keeping our lips about a centimeter away from eachother as he breathed heavily. His minty breath sent shivers rushing all around my body. His lips lightly caressed mine but he pulled away. "I mean that," He whispered before pressing his mouth against mine.

I pulled away, staring at him with my mouth slightly ajar. So here I am, clutching the empty bottle of pills in my hand as this little tale of mine comes to an end. 

Today, Alex Constancio saved me, in one way. Of course, there were others who saved me in different ways. All I know is, right now, I'm unconditionally in love with Alex Constancio, my best friend. Some might disagree and say I'm in love with what he did for me and my feelings belong in someone else's hands. Well, that's the future and I'll have to wait to see what comes.

THE END. <3

XOXO.

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"I'm pregnant," She muttered. I stood there, dumbfounded. "You're going to be there for me, right?" Again, silence was all I could muster. 

Replacement is difficult. It's more difficult when the person you're trying to replace means the world to you and no matter what, you won't get them back because YOU screwed everything up. 

I'm determined, to say the least. She will be mine, she as in Ali. Ali. My whole attitude changed at the sound of her voice. Whatever it takes. Whatever it takes, she'll love me, like she did.

If I could think of a million different ways to say I'm sorry, I'd say every one of them to you a million times in a million different languages. Basically, I'm sorry. I was hurt and that's why I said those things. I love you.

I love him, I think. Of course, when you're caught between similar feelings for more than one person, you're never sure which one you feel is the strongest. In the end, I'm going to have to choose and it's not going to be an "ABC" decision. 

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