The Bad Boy Austin Mahone Fantic

39. No Turning Back

"No Turning Back"

*Jusy letting you guys know that there is still a big twist coming up. Maybe one of the biggest. It will start in the next few chapters. So there is still that little touch of scary bad stuff in this story. We are getting closer to the end :,(. But there is a sequel coming right after this story ends. Thank you soooo much for all the votes and please VOTE for this chapter to see what the twist is. And BTW Ive been trying my best to make each chapter longer.*

Caitlin’s POV

“Rachel stop!” I yelled running around my backyard.

“Okay! Okay! Truce?” She stuck her hand out and I shook it, stopping the water gun fight. I wasn’t even aloud to get my cast wet.

It’s been a month, and I still have my cast. I hate it. It doesn’t go with my outfits, its super annoying, and I can’t get it wet. I have to put a plastic bag over it whenever I shower or go swimming- it’s the middle of the summer, I usually am swimming 5/7 days a week. I have to hold my arm above the water like an idiot.

We walked inside up to my room, we were getting hot outside. The cold air conditioned house was definitely helping. I sat down on my bed and took the remote of my stereo. I pressed play and the music started.

“Austin’s tour ends tomorrow.” Rachel said out of nowhere. Speaking of Austin I never found that envelope he gave me. I just shook it off, no big deal; it was probably just a card.

“Ya…” I said awkwardly. “He told me that he is playing Madison Square Garden in 3 months too. That has been his dream forever. Too bad I didn’t get to see one of his concerts.”

She looked down and fidgeted. Whenever she did this she was nervous. Why is she nervous?

The next song came on and it was Favorite Girl, by Justin Bieber. I’ve always loved this song. I stood up and walked to my closet, ignoring why Rachel was nervous.

I rummaged through the clothes on hangers when I came across one hoodie, somewhat hidden in the corner.

It was gray with the words on it in red letters.

Normal right? I have a sweatshirt. Haha.

The thing was it wasn’t mine.

It was Austin’s.

This was from months ago.

He gave it to me because I was cold. Plus, that’s what girls do; we steal their clothes.

Rachel was saying something, but I was too busy admiring the sweatshirt. I slipped it over my head and put my arms through the sleeves. I closed my closet and looking in the mirror. My closet doors were just big mirrors.

I loved how it felt. I was soft and baggy, I loved the feeling that he gave it to me and he was wearing this before. Any other girl that is a mahomie would literally die if they could wear one of Austin’s hoodies. And yet here I am.

It smelt like him too. His scent would always fill my nose whenever I hugged him. I LOVED that. He just smelt so good and sweet.

Abercrombie and vanilla.

His scent, Abercrombie and vanilla.

I had forgotten about his scent, and I was surprised this hoodie kept the scent because it’s been about 9 months. But, I could recognize the scent anywhere.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“What? No. I mean…no.” I said looking down.

“I said I remember when you use to sing when you were a little girl.”