"Me Too"~ Austin Mahone Fanfiction

Chapter 50

"So I heard you were leaving, your conversation with your friends and you seem to have a lot on your mind." She handed me the cup, slowly walking over to me. "We can talk, if you want?" Her grey eyes pierced mine literally forcing me to talk.

"Where's the bitch I know and love?" I asked her looking away this time.

"C'mon Mahone we've been through enough to have a civil conversation."

I moved back to the beanbag and sat down. I watched as she took a seat on the bed.

I feel so uncomfortable right now.

I gulped.

"Fine" I gave in, knowing if I don't she'll throw a bitch fit.

"Alabama huh?" she began

"Yeah"

"So what about Emma?" she smirked. Probably thinking of ways to ruin her when I leave. " have you-"

"No I didn't have sex with her" I snapped

"I wasn't gonna say that." she laughed " did you tell her your leaving?"

"Oh, okay? Yeah."

"I can tell your uncomfortable and you don't really want me near you so,"

"So what?"

"I was wondering if I could-"

"Could what?" I kept snapping at her.

"Help you get things off your mind"

I knew it all along... Of course this is the only thing she wants from me.

"I'm not going to have sex with you." I stated, standing up out of the beanbag I head for the door and take a sip of my drink. Cecilia blocked the door with her body and stared in my eyes so deeply that she was begging for it, begging me to plow her right here right now.

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Emma's P.O.V.

"Daddy I'm sorry about earlier" I said for maybe the millionth time today.

"Emma it's fine...." He said the same thing for the millionth time, but his answer didn't seem to satisfy me.

My Father and I decided to go out, to clear the tense. We've been walking through the Plaza for a awhile now and it seems all he wants to do is just shower me with gifts. I have no clue why though....

I actually do feel bad, I feel like I fucked up his chance of happiness, because mine is falling down a hole slowly. I should really stop giving into the negative. I know that when I get home I have to call Austin because we haven't talked at all today. Well, he did text me but I didn't answer I was to busy yelling at a bitch of a Stepmom.

Although I was starting to feel better, I kept looking over to my dad who seemed to be getting worse. I can tell he's in deep thought, his head getting lower by the minute. Finally I took his ham in mine and gave him a reassuring smile. Something told me he didn't expect me to care so much but I do...

I know that pain that comes with love just as much as he does. I've watched countless times where my father has been hurt by various women. But I was younger then, I didn't know why he would be so depressed. I didn't care for any of the women that would break what's left of his heart, but I would always try to comfort him not knowing what he was exactly going through.

But now I do, the feeling of hurt, pain and all that comes with the pesky word, called love. Even if my father thinks I don't know how he feels, I want him to know I care at least.

"Thank you..." he smiled, giving my hand a little squeeze.
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Austin's P.O.V.

"Please" she said.