The Bad Boy Austin Mahone Fantic

41. Give It Time

"Give It Time"

Caitlin’s POV

 “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I said turning my phone off and putting it in my bag.

“Babe, tell me.”

Babe. There he goes again.

“Austin don’t-“

“Sorry.” He said.

“You know I don’t like that.”

“I know. That’s why I said sorry.”

“Well why did you do it in the first place?”

He didn’t answer, he just stayed quiet the rest of the ride. Smart boy.

When we got to my cousin’s house there weren’t home. I was just going to get my suitcase and go. I left them a little note saying I was going to stay with a friend and everything would be fine. I found my suitcase just next to the front door. I grabbed it and dragged it halfway down the driveway.

I was having trouble because one arm was broken so I couldn’t use my right arm, which was the stronger arm and two because my left arm was still bruised. I remembered I fell that last night when I was looking for the envelope. I’m surprised Austin hasn’t noticed yet.

I stopped took a deep breath and tried again. I wasn’t making an progress.

The next thing I heard was a car door closing. I looked up and Austin was walking towards me.

“Need help?”

“A little.” I said handing over my suitcase. That’s when he finally noticed my bruised arm.

He dropped the suitcase and grabbed my arm. It really hurt, but I didn’t want him to know how weak I was.

“Aw. You hurt yourself falling for me already.” He smirked and I ripped my arm away from his and tried again to drag the suitcase down the driveway. He just chuckled and lifted the suitcase up. He walked down the driveway and threw it in his car. I’m glad he didn’t ask about my bruise.

“Thanks.” I mumbled.

“Anytime baby.”

I stopped in my tracks. Austin just moved to his side of the car and I followed. He didn’t even see me. He opened the door, go in, and right when he was about to close it I grabbed the door stopping it. How could I do that when I can’t even pull my suitcase down the driveway?

“Stop it. We are friends. Nothing else. So stop with the stupid nicknames. I’m not your girlfriend. Got it?” I said surprisingly he looked shocked, but that look on his face soon faded.

“Got it princess.” He laughed as I slammed the door as hard as I could and walked to my side, opening and slamming my door again, knowing he hates that.

Then the ride was pretty quiet. It wasn’t awkward as usual though. I soon fell asleep to the silent hum of the cars wheels spinning on the pavement.

Just like the pavement I wacked my head off of.

I never really remember the impact of the accident. I just remember looking at the car and blacking out, I guess. I didn’t remember anything beyond that point I saw the car coming full speed right at me. But, now it was coming back through my dreams. Scratch that…though my nightmares.

The nightmare was just the accident replaying over and over in my head. It was like a movie. I knew I was dreaming, but I couldn’t control my dream or wake up.