Running into you

Chapter 3: Austin Mahone?

-next day-

Moving day. I had to wake up at 6:30 am to help put the boxes into the moving van. I'd rather be sleeping. But helping seems better to do. My mom told me she already found me another gym to train at in Miami. She said its a tough gym though. Gymnasts that compete there sometimes go to the Olympics. I don't want to go to the Olympics. I just like doing gymnastics in general.

"Honey? Can you grab the last box out of the kitchen?" My mom asks me.

"Yep." I say. I walk into the kitchen and grab the last box. I look at my house one last time.

"You okay?" I hear my dads voice from behind me.

"Yep. Just gonna miss this place." I say.

"Me too buddy. Me too." He says rubbing my back. We walk out and e closes the door. I put the last box I the van. My dad is driving the van to Miami, me and my mom are flying there. I hug my dad.

"Be safe." I said.

"I will." He says. He hugs my mom, then kisses her.

"Eww. Daughter scarred." I say laughing and hopping in the cab we got. My dads also towing the car to Miami. Forgot to add that. We start driving away. Goodbye home. Hello Miami.

-at the airport-

We get onto the plane after getting on security. My mom is sitting a few rows ahead of me. I pull out my phone, and see that Austin has tweeted.

@austinmahone: on my way back to Miami today!

I favorite it. I wonder if he's flying or taking his bus. Probably taking his bus. That's when I feel a light tap on my shoulder. I look and see that he's standing right there in front of me.

"Hi. Looks like we're sitting next to each other today." He says smiling his usual amazing, adorable smile. I nod my head. Is this really happening. "Do I know you from somewhere? You look really familiar." He asks me.

"I was at your concert last night." I admit. He laughs.

"Now I remember. You were the cute one in the front row." He says. I nod my head again.

"Yep. That's me. I guess I was cute." I say giggling.

"Well you are cute." He says. I blush. I can't believe I'm like not on the floor dead, I always thought that if I met him, I would fangirl so much, I would die. "What's your name?" He asks me.

"My names (Y/N)" I say.

"That's a really pretty name." He says. I smile. We talk the whole plane ride. I told him how I was a huge fan, and how he's my idol. He smiled. He's so sweet.