This World is not my Home *Austin Carlile adoption*

Chapter 8

-Austin's POV- 

I opened my eyes, squinting as sunlight peaked through the blinds. I raised my head slightly as a person squirmed in their sleep, snuggling closer to my body. I looked down to reveal Spencer, curled tightly in a ball, her head resting on my chest. I looked further around the room noticing Alan spread out on the other couch. Tino, Phil and Aaron must have migrated to their bunks last night.

I rested my head back on the soft pillow, my eyes wandering to Spencer's small frame, I didn't dare move and risk waking her. 

Her eyes were softly shut and her breaths were short and shallow. Her chest rose and fell as she took each breath. Her hair fell in loose tangles around her small face, framing her soft lips and nose. I couldn't help but smile at her figure, I had known her for two full days but yet I had grown so attached to her. 

"You really care about her, don't you?" Alan's voice broke the peaceful silence that had wavered in the room. I smiled at the remark and nodded lightly. He grinned sleepily at me in return before exiting the lounge. 

Spencer groaned slightly and I looked down at her once again. He eyes opened just to close again.

"Why is it so fucking bright?" She complained, her voice layered with annoyance. I smiled as she opened her eyes once again.

"Well it is morning." I remarked, earning a small chuckle from her. She sat up, stretching her arms and cracking her back. I sat up along with her, following her stretching process. 

"Did I fall asleep on you?" She questioned, looking at her feet. I nodded and her face tinted red. I just rolled my eyes at her embarrassment. 

We walked to the front lounge together to see Alan seated on the couch, crunching away at cereal. He gave us a small smile before returning to his breakfast. 

"Want anything to eat?" I asked, she shook her head replying that she wasn't hungry, I frowned slightly but chose to not press on with the subject, grabbing a pop tart and returning to the front lounge. 

"What do you guys usually do all day?" I shrugged slightly.  

"Normally just wait for our show, we do go walk around and talk to fans a lot though." I smiled at her, hearing shuffling coming from the bunk area, finally those lazy assholes were up.

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We had arrived at the venue and finished setting up. Currently Phil, Spencer and I were sitting in out dressing room in the back waiting for Bring Me the Horizion to finish their set. I tapped my feet and hummed The Great Hendowski. I looked to the door as the others walked in. 

"Let's rock and roll!" Alan yelled, grinning and playing air guitar. He smiled wildly and looked to Spence, "Are you ready to see your new favorite band?!" 

She laughed and quickly responded with a hell yeah. Our tour manager popped his head in. 

"Two minutes!" He yelled, Phil, Alan and Aaron grabbed their guitars and Tino snatched his drum sticks. I pulled Spencer off the couch and lead her side stage to watch us. the crowd shouted the bands name and I grinned, looking at her. She smiled back just in time for me to run on stage.

-Spencer's POV- 

It was about half way through the guys set. Austin constantly looked over to me an smiled while he screamed and head banged. The rest of the guys did the same, glancing at me and giving me thumbs up. 

Needless to say the music was definitely different than the 90's punk music I loved oh so much, but I still enjoyed the show. I tried to catch some of the lyrics through the screams and growls and what I did catch were amazing. I felt a presence next to me and looked over. 

A taller man stood next to me, he had mid length brown hair, which looked damp. His hazel eyes focused on the show and he had as many, if not more tattoos than Austin. Although he looked completely submersed in the show he caught me looking at him. 

"Dose your name happen to be Spencer ?" He questioned, it was almost hard to understand him through his thick British accent. I nodded slowly, confuse  as to why he knew who I was. He smiled brightly at me, "Oli Sykes, lead singer and screamer of Bring Me the Horizion, Austin mentioned a young lad he had  on tour so I had to assume it was you." I nodded subtly at him before returning to watch Austin.

For the rest of the set the man named Oli and I watched their set. Finally Austin yelled a thank you to the crowd and ran off stage, quickly pulling me into a sweaty hug.