Friend Zoning Austin Mahone

Chapter 13

~Amelia~

The image on the side reminds me of this chapter. I love it. 

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Dropping a teabag into my cup,

I made my way too Robert's room, because I seriously needed someone too talk too. What person is better than my own brother ?

Settling on Robert's bed, I crossed my legs.

Robert stirred around in bed, a yawn surpassing his lips. His head popped up slowly from under the covers, as he blinked a couple times.

"Mel? Wha- Why are you up so early?" Rob mumbled, sitting up.

"I'm bored, and I want someone too talk too." I replied.

He glanced at the time on his watch. "It's four minutes after seven o'clock. What could you possibly want too talk about this early in the morning?"

"Anything. The weather, sports, cars, music, anything." Robert sighed. "Fine, then." He got up, and went into the bathroom, to brush his teeth, I guess. A few minutes later, he returned. Something popped into my head. Something completely unideal of my virgin mind. "There is something I've always wanted to ask you! Or any guy, really."

"What's the question?" Robert asked, rather cautiously. "Don't judge me for asking this... But why do boys wake up with erections? Like-"

"Where the hell did that come from?!" Robert exclaimed,covering his ears. "Ya nasty!"

"I told you not to judge me !" I laughed, hitting Robert on the air. "I want an answer though."

"Let me ask you the same question," Robert paused to chuckle. "Why do you think we wake up with one?"

I thought for a moment. "Wet dre-?"

"I had a feeling you would say that." Robert interrupted. "It's not because of wet dreams. It's because like, dicks are really sensitive, so if a boy like rolls around in bed or something, it'll rub against his pants or the bedspread, then he gets a boner."

"It's that freakin' simple?"

"Yes. I literally sleep like a dead person, so it doesn't happen to me."

"Well this is a discovery. I always kinda thou-" I was rudely cut off.

"Rob, do you know where Me-?" Austin glanced in my direction.

"Oh, hey, Mel. Can I talk too you for minute?"

"Sure." I got up from my spot on Rob's bed. Austin had this glossy look to his eyes, and he looked extremely tired.

"Have you been up all night crying or something?" I inquired, as Austin sniffled.

Austin whirled around, his bloodshot eyes staring into mine. "What? Why would you think that?"

"Well, you look all-" I paused, trying to word my sentence. "You look like you've hit every drug possible."

Austin laughed. "It's 'cause of allergies. I was up all night sneezing, reason I look tired and my eyes are as red as they are."

I chuckled."Oh. Well that's that explains a lot. Now, whatcha gotta show me?" I looked around the yard, for whatever it was I was supposed too be viewing.

"It's not out here, it's at the studio. It's something you've gotta hear."

"Austin, I'm wearing pj's! There is no way in hell, that I am going to the studio dressed like a hobo."

Austin rolled his eyes. "No one will be there, princess. Just us."

"Swear?"

He shrugged. "I swear. Besides, I don't look any better."

"I wouldn't mind that." I said, opening the passenger door.

"Knew you wouldn't."

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Transfixed.

I wouldn't and couldn't take my eyes off of him.

The way he sings with such passion and soul, like he's pouring himself into the tune, it . . . it gets me everytime. How could such a silly, lawless boy, get so somber in seconds? Just because music is playing somewhere in the background?

How?

It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

He removed the headphones from his ears, resting them into the microphone.

Austin licked his lips, taking a few short breaths. "What-What do you think?"

I parted my lips to reply, but I can't say what I'm thinking. "How can I say, 'Your voice is so amazing I may orgasm' in a single word?"

He blushed, giggling at my words. I don't think boys are supposed to giggle.

"I don't think there is a word for that?"

"I had a feeling there wasn't." I propped my elbows onto the soundboard. "Can I ask you something?"

He shrugged. "Anything."

"Have you ever met mahomies that self-harm?" It was a random question, that I had always meant to ask Austin.

He thought for a moment. "Yes, I have actually. Usually, that particualr fan would wear long sleeves, and that kind of points it out. That or they'd say, 'You saved me', then they'd cry, that sort of thing. They never directly say it, but you can tell."

I nodded, taking that into thought. I've met mahomies very often, and I get along with them rather well. I remember when Stel-

Stella.

"Austin, oh my gosh! Stella. I haven't seen her in one month! My best friend! Gone for one fucking month! I-"

"Mel, she's on vacation. She's fine. Stop worrying." Austin assured.

"But why'd she just disappear out of nowhere? Austin, that's not average!"

We were now in Austin's Range Rover, heading back to my parent's summerhouse.

"Come on, Mel. She's fine, so stop worrying so much." He tugged open the front door, pausing to let me go in before him. "Stella's probably lying on a beach, getting a tan."

"I hope so." I had said, nodding along, getting rather hopeful, sinking into the living room's couch. Austin strolled into the kitchen, too look for a snack I guess.

"Or, she could be taking a nap after a long day of shopping." I yelled after him.

Austin cleared his throat, peeping back into the living room. "Or she could be in the kitchen, talking to Robert."

I laughed. "Thats highly unlikely."

"It's not, because she is."

Wait.

What?!

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Stella's back ??!

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