Hey guys!!! I'm so sorry i haven't written to AGES! Its because I've been grounded forever and my WiFi wasnt working. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, without further ado here is The Day Before Valentine's Day (Austin Mahone Imagine) Part 2!!!!!!!!!!! ;D
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Songs: Bruno Mars-Grenade
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Austins POV
"Oh God." as i walked over to lean on Y/N's locker. Alex walked over to me to put his hand on my shoulder and gave me a sympathy look, "Dude. You ok?". I rubbed the back of my neck "Yeah but i really feel bad. But was it obvious that there was someone else?". Alex looked away "I don't want to lie to you but, yeah.". I sucked my teeth and just walked away. For the first time in nearly a year.
Y/N's POV
"I hate Austin, I hate Austin, I hate Austin! And I hope he dies in a hole!" you say in your pillow. "Its ok honey. I told you that Austin wasn't a great guy for you. I think that this break up was for the best of everything." said your mom while rubbing your back and holding box of tissues. "But Austin was a great guy." you say lifting up your head. "But I thought you just said that you said you hate Austin and I quote 'And I hope he dies in a hole!' ?" she said with a questioned-sarcasm look on he face. "I know but he deserves it too." you said hitting the pillow.
Then there was a knock on your bedroom door. Almost half hopping it was Austin coming back to ask for you back "Come in.". It was your BFF, Sophira. Coming in with 2 gallons of chocolate M&M ice cream, chocolate fudge, and DVD's.
Does she love you or does she love you?
"Heyyyyyy Y/N.", she said in a whisper, "I heard what happen and I brought the 'The Break Up Survival Kit'." And once she said that you just broke out crying in your pillow. "Ok. It looks like Sophira has everything under control.", said your mom and she left the room, "Call me if you need anything."
Sophira jumped on your bed, handed you a jug of ice cream and a spoon, and passed you the DVD's.
