You're Not Alone (Austin Carlile)

1. You're Not Alone

It starts out slow & I'm deeply sorry! Bear with me it gets better!

-Holly
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Holly's POV:

Title cred: Of Mice & Men

"You two are next." Abbey and I were the last ones standing in line. We simultaneously stand up from the cold pavement and follow the muscular security man inside. He leads us into a cosy little room and there they were, Of Mice & Men. He shuts the door behind him and we approach them. I was becoming more of a nervous wreck. Of Mice & Men is my favorite band, ever since I was 15. I'm now 20 years old and this is the first time I'm getting to meet them. They have all tweeted me or liked something of mine, except Austin. I tried so hard but he never noticed me, but that didn't make me love him any less. As we get closer I feel like I'm going to throw up from nerves. We go down the line hugging them individually. Tino first, Phil, Aaron, Alan then Austin.

"I remember you! I follow you on twitter!" Aaron says to me and I smile. I give him a hive five. Phil also remembered me and so did Tino from when I'd edit pictures of them.

"What's your name darling?" Austin asks me, after pulling away from hugging me.

"Holly." I say shyly, tucking a piece of hair behind me ear. Deep down on the inside, I'm fangirling so hard. Have to keep cool though, can't let them think I'm a creepy fangirl.

"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He says with a big smile on his face. I can't help but blush. I feel butterflies grow in my stomach as they flutter around like mad just from being in their presence.

"Thanks." God he's perfect in every way. They all sign our posters and we get our Polaroid picture with them. Austin places his arm around my waist loosely and Alan slings his arm over my shoulder and Phil, Tino and Aaron gather on the other sides of them. I'm getting a picture with my favorite men in the entire world. Now it is Abbey's turn. She stands in between Alan and Aaron.

"Hey Austin, after you're done can I get a picture with you?" I ask nervously. I have no idea why I was so nervous, he is just a normal person, but extremely good looking and famous.

"Of course sweet heart!" He says smiling at me. After they are done I hand my phone to Abbey. I snake my arm around his frail waist as he did the same to my upper torso, since he is so tall. His height is unbelievable. I only came up to his chest! Wow it sucks to be 5"4'.

"Thanks." I say before hugging him tightly. He hugs me back equally as tight. Aw, he's so sweet.

"You're welcome." He says smiling. Abbey wants a picture with him next.

"Will you hold my phone for me?" Austin asks and I take his phone, awkwardly. He places his arm over Abbey's shoulder as she holds onto his waist. Abbey is 5"10' and still manages to look short by Austin. I look down at his phone; he has the contact information pulled up. You sly dog you. I enter my name and number and after reading over it I lock his phone. I hand him his phone and he smiles at me and unlocks it. I walk over to Alan and get a picture with him then Tino, Aaron and Phil. As we say our goodbyes, Austin pulls me aside.

"Would you like to chill with us today? You seem pretty cool and we would love for you to hang out with us, if not that's okay." He says a little bit shyly to me, looking down at his feet. Austin Carlile being shy? Whaaa?

"Of course I will." I say smiling as Austin starts to smile. He takes my jaw-string bag from my hands and puts it on his back.

"Such a gentleman!" I say and he smiles widely at me. He put his hand in mine and we walk over to where Alan and the guys were standing talking to Abbey. I can't believe I'm holding Austin Carlile's hand. Somebody pinch me? Alan asks Abbey if she would like to hang out with them for the day so we would still be together and she agrees. The venue didn't open till 6 and it was 3:00 now. Austin whispers something in Alan's ear and he nods his head and waves us off as we walk to the merch tents while they set the merch out. The rest of the guys plus Abbey walked off into a different direction. Hm.