Bruises ↛a.c.m

four.

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| A U S T I N |

I step out of the car, leaning against the hood as I watch her front door open and I smile, watching her walk down the steps of her home and I open the door to the passenger seat, taking her hand.

"you look stunning." I say as she moves into my car and she thanks me softly as I close the door behind her and I rush to the other side, getting into the driver's seat.

I buckle up before I make my way out of her neighborhood and I drive in silence and I take a quick glance at her as she stares at the city once I make it on the highway.

"did I mention that you look fucking gorgeous?" I say, glimpsing at her and I catch her smile.

"you have. you don't look so bad yourself." she says, this time looking at me and I reach over the console and I take hold of her small hand in mine.

I make it out of the highway and onto a street, parking in front of the restaurant and I look over at her as she smiles. "this is it. this is my favorite restaurant and I don't just bring anyone to this place." I say and she giggles.

"I feel honored." she says before I kiss the back of her hand and I set her hand on her thigh, letting go as I push open the car door and I rush to her side, opening the door and she swings her legs out, taking my extended hand and I help her out of the car.

she moves away from me as I close the door and I extend my hand out again, her warm fingers lacing with mine as we make it to the sidewalk and she laughs out of nowhere and I look over at her.

"olive garden?" she asks with a playful smile.

"yes. their bread sticks are to die for." I gush and she smiles, shaking her head and I walk in with her as we stop at in front of a waiter.

"good evening. table for two?" he asks.

"actually, I have a reservation." I say and he nods, checking the booklet and he asks for my name. "Mahone. Austin Mahone." I say.

"right this way Mr. Mahone." he says, directing us to the left side of the building and he sits us on a booth, with menus in front of us before he walks away.

another waiter comes by and she asks for our drinks, I order a bottle of wine for both of us and she leaves to retrieve the bottle and comes back, pouring it into our wine glasses and Aquila takes a sip from hers.

"what would you like to eat, princess?" I ask her and she sets her glass down, picking up her menu and she hums as she thinks.

"what do you recommend?" she says, looking up from her menu and I smile, checking her out in hopes of not making it so obvious.

"their chicken alfredo is amazing." I say and she nods, still looking at her menu and I watch her grey eyes scan over the menu in front of her.

"it's not polite to stare." she says, with a smirk as she looks up at me and I smile, reaching out in front of me for her hands and she gladly places hers in mine.

"I know but I can't help it." I say, pecking the back of her hand and she giggles lightly, removing her hands from mine as she notices the waitress coming by.

we place an order after a long debate of what we wanted to eat and we causally sit in silence as we wait and before I know it, our order is survived.

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"what do you mean you made videos online?" she asks, with a laugh and my face flushes at the thought of repeating myself.

"it was stupid, I thought it would make me look cool. I was fourteen when I started and I got nowhere, except for a signed record label." I say and her mouth falls open and I laugh. "it's not that big of a deal." I say.