Always and Forever (Austin Mahone Imagines)

I Can't Drink You Away

A/N: I really recommend you listening to Drink You Away by Justin Timberlake while you're reading this. I haven't written one of these in a long while so tell me what you think really but I got the inspiration from that song okay I'mma stop typing now and let you read so GO ON. (:

Imagine

It's been a week, now you're sitting in the corner, thinking to yourself the famous line of any hurt woman, "What did I do wrong?" A week doesn't seem like much but when you're used to seeing him everyday, it just doesn't feel right that you've gone on this long without him.

Half drunken bottle of whiskey at your side as you hum the guitar strings of a familiar intro, tapping your feet to the rhythm. You lazily retreat from the corner of your bedroom, drunkenly stepping to the beat of your own drum, your eyes scanning across every memory he's ever left you with as your mind forms a question, "Why?"

A knock at your front door, you fell flat to the ground, lying on your back staring up at your ceiling. If it wasn't him, it was either one of your friends coming to check up on you, either way, you still didn't care because when he left, when you made him leave he hurt you to your very core. Now you're sitting here thinking about every wrong thing he's ever done or said, to which didn't seem wrong in the moments he was doing it, as signs of a crumbling relationship.

The knock you hear again, this time louder than before, knocks in agitation. You already knew by that time who would be coming through if you didn't go open it, so instead you lay in your spot in the middle of room, staring up at the ceiling, eyes closed, humming as the music blares from your speakers.

Bitter sweet thing.

Could this be a dream

Or just the same nightmare that keeps me awake?

Feel it in my brain.

A tall shot of pain.

Pour a little up now for the love that we've made.

A crooked smile forming on your face as footsteps drew closer to your room and the door flew open revealing a tall figure, galaxy shirt, black jeans, with his hair messy and swept off to the side, just the way you liked it. Stop, you don't like it, you're obviously trying to lie to yourself as he makes his way to his things, a look of disgust as he walks past your dormant body. He eyes the speakers and rolls his eyes, "Turn that shit down, you act like you're fucking deaf."

His outburt leaves you setting upright, your depression turning quickly into anger, "Fuck you!" you yell through a cracked door.

"Yeah, I bet you wish you could right now." He smirks, throwing his stuff in a basket and walking out.

He thinks this is a joke, you're a joke, how you feel is a joke. Everything on the fucking planet is a joke to him.

He steps back in, standing in the doorway, his arms crossed, looking down on you, "That must be your best friend now, huh?" He points at the glass Jack Daniel's bottle in your hand, slowly making his way over to you. Your toes curl in the carpet, biting down your lip you don't answer him. He brings his hand up to your chin, facing it upward towards him as he examines you. Your eyes bat at him, this tummy twisting gaze he's got on you. You start to mouth lyrics as they play behind you, "I feel it in the morning. You’re still here in the morning. I see you but you're gone. Telephone a doctor: I’m not okay. The bottom of the bottle to fill this empty heart up. A thousand proof don’t change the truth. I dived in but I can’t."

You tease him backwards slowly until he hits the front of your bed, pushing him forcefully on top of it while he just stares at you, climbing on top of him watching him take in his plump lips as your fingers tease at his neckline, "I can’t drink you away. I’ve tried Jack, I’ve tried Gin, I’ve tried all of them brands but I can’t drink you away." Every strong strum, you'd slap his chest, acting out your frustrations in mid song as he took a grab at your hips, squeezing as you swayed. You move in close, hovering just a few inches above his lips, "All these rocks–I can’t swim out of this skin I'm living in. Say, now tell me, baby, don't they make a medicine for heart break?"

His expression turned to lust, from having your body up against his, pressed closely against his. His eyes turned almost gray in the dim light of your room, darting off to the door, he knew what the line meant.

"I didn't do anything." He spat, his lips tightening.

"Why would they lie?" You question.

A sly smile shone across his face, leaning himself up using his elbows but you remained with your knees pressed into your sheets, pinning him down between them. In the dominant position, you half heartedly smiled as you fingered your hair, throwing it behind you. His body suddenly shifted, throwing your head against a pillow. His wandering hands making them up your back, plunging his lips into yours, biting hungrily. He's too strong too resist, but why would you want to? So you give, fighting for what you wanted back the whole time. His tongue enters your mouth, fighting aggressively, twisting and scoping that spot that always made your toes tingle and leaving you craving more. He rolled over all the spots that would that would make you moan his name to the same effect they'd always given you, begging for more. You wanted this be like any other fight you've had, but little to your knowledge, this one had a different ending. Making their way down to your shorts, his hands stumbling to undo them. Running your fingers through his hair, gently tugging as he disconnected from you. He nibbles at the nape of your neck, making you dig your nails into his bicep, gliding his tongue through your valley as if he were painting on a perfect canvas. You try to hold back the moans escaping from your mouth as you play with the rim of his baseball shirt, eventually slipping it over his head. Chest to chest, your heartbeats drown out the sound of the music playing behind you, only feeling the bass vibrate through the room. The closer you sat, the more heat his body gave off, leaving you feeling warm under him. He lowers his pants slightly, undoing them as you wrap your leg around his, urging him to go in.

"Austin.." You sang as he teased, staring down at you as you waited for him to plunge into you. Instead he turned his eyes, peering at the empty bottle just resting on the nightstand, "Austin, what are you waiting for?"

He turns back to you, wiping his mouth. He untangles you from him, pushing up from your body and adjusting his clothes back to normal. Breathing heavily, he grabs the basket of his stuff he came for in the first place.

"You can't trust me," He scoffs, slamming the door behind him, "Keep drinking." 

This had a completely different ending from the rest.

When he walked away this time, he never came back.