Too Far, Too Fast (Austin Mahone fanfiction)

Stay Away

*NOT EDITED TILL FURTHER NOTICE*

Dedicated to (hold up)

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I am so killing Austin. During 'Banga Banga', he literally tried to get me to twerk with him. Then everyone started saying, "boo!" And I had to do it before a girl threw me her shoe. He just ended stepping back and observing the view. But thankfully, Zach stepped in and started twerking with me. And pretty soon, everyone else. And if that's bad, he said, "I like how you drop it low, babe."

My heart fluttered when he said 'babe', but nonetheless, it's still pissed me off cause some girls started glaring at me and calling me very inappropriate words. One of them threw me some time type of food and I almost slipped.

Zach had to talk me out of beating the crap out of the them. 'Say Something' finished and I stormed off stage. I went to the room I was in, grabbed my iPhone, shirt and took off to find Tori and Gabby to get the hell away from this stadium of death. Or at least that was what it was gonna become, if Zach hadn't calmed me down. And just as I step out, I bump into the last person I wanted to see.

"Hey-"

"What?!" I snap. His eyes widen. "Um I just wanted to-" he starts but I cut him off. "No. Consider yourself un-forgiven. I'm tired of this. I gave you a second chance and you blew it. I told you to stop it, and you didn't bother. I nearly beat up two of your fans, and I almost slipped on some kind of food and I could've broken something if I would've fallen off that 5 foot stage. You're lucky I'm not beating the crap out of you." He eyes soften as I rant about how I'm feeling at this precise moment. My phone breaks us out of an intense staring contest, blasting 'Gorilla'. I groan. Jonathan is never choosing his own ringtone ever again.

I pick it up and laugh. Just as predicted. "Seriously? Bruno Mars? And you had to pick the most gruesome song," I speak into the phone. On the other line, I hear him laughing. "You're extensive vocabulary never seems to surprise me," he replies. "Oh please you're no better," I smile. "I sense a smile. Am I right?" I laugh.

"I knew it. Wanna meet up? I heard Austin was being a what some people say, 'cacahead'?" I look up at the tent's roof. "So how 'bout it?"

"Sure. How about Starbucks in 20? And this time say yes and not nod into the phone," I scold.

He chuckles. "What's makes you think I'll say yes?" He questions. I grin. "Why wouldn't you?" I say, sweetly. "Haha. Touché, mi Amiga."

"See you then?"

"You da man." He replies, and hangs up before I can threaten him for saying that.

I turn around and see Austin signing a bunch of autographs. He turns around every minute, checking if I'm still there. After like the fiftieth time, I say, "I'm not going anywhere, Mahone. Focus on the autographs."

He nods, not looking back and keeps on signing. Two girls come in the tent squealing and I quickly recognize them. Lord, receive my prayers and give these girls courage before I slap them all the way to china.

They turn towards Austin, but see me in their vision first. They're excited smile quickly drops and they glare at me. I shrug and turn away when I get a text. I smile.

'Did you fall from heaven? Cause you have the face of an angel.'

I laugh. Typical John. Cheesy pickup lines. I can't help but laugh out loud. I sent him a quick smiley face and pocket my phone. I look up and the twitches are in front of me. A mere 3- inches separating us. "Look, Lesbian."

"It's Lesley," I snap. They roll their eyes. "Whatever, we're here to warn you. Stay away from Austin. He's ours."

"Maybe you should tell him to stay away from me." I've tried. But, trust me, I'm just that irresistible." I smirk. They groan. "Stay away from him or we'll have to do damage," they threaten.