Austin | Post Malone X Reader

1 minute till the doors closed

"Hello Mr. Post and mrs. (L/n)" A lady said. We were at the airport and Austin and his crew was supposed to fly together. The lady had a blue tight dress and a little hat on top of straight, light hair. "Your camera crew is over here" she said and pointed to a door. "you have your security here" she said and pointed to two big guys. They both had black suits on, black sunglasses and they looked buff asf.

I wasn't expecting this. I hold Austin's arm, and I looked kind of scared at the security guards. They were like ice. Austin was reading a paper while the lady kept speaking. I just followed Austin, and had no clue about anything, as always.

"you have 1. Class seats. Here is your cards" she gave me a little card but I just put it in my pocket. "just follow the yellow line, and you'll come to a place that isn't as full of people" did Austin had anxiety or something? Why was he so allergic of people? Why couldn't we just sit where the normal people was? The lady walked away and I hold on Austin's arm tighter as he started walking. He looked busy and stressed so I waited to ask him.

As we opened the door to a place where there was a lot of people, I saw a girl taking pictures of Austin and me. I knew he was famous and all that, but why would anyone take pictures of anyone without their permission? I looked up at him, but he did not notice I think. Maybe that was the reason why he did not want to walk at a place where there was slot of people.

"POSTY" someone yelled from behind. Austin stopped and laughed.

"I haven't heard that in a while" he said. a girl walked up to us, and began to talk to Austin.

"hey. How are you?" she said with a British accent.

"I'm fine thank you" He said.

"I'm taking a flight to England, to my mom, and I'll be there for two months and be there at your concert" she said and smiled happily. She was not a hyper fan, or someone creepy. She was really chill and I loved her accent.

"nice" he said, "I'm excited for the show" I just stood there awkwardly. "wanna know a secret about the show in London?" he asked and smiled.

"yes" her eyes got big.

"Quavo and 21 savage will come" he whispered.

"no .... way" she was so happy and began to jump up and down. "I love Rockstar with 21 Savage" she said. "will you sing with him"

"of cause" he smiled.

"oml. See you there" she said and gave him a hug, acted like I wasn't there. "bye" she said and walked away. She was taller than me, and looked like she was 18 or something. I was 22 so it was a little embarrassing.

"let's go" he said.

20 minutes later

I was hearing "Aspirations" with "Gentle Giant" in my white earphones on spotify, as we sat in the waiting room.

"I'll go buy a burger" Austin said and sat up.

"I'll be here" I promised. Another song played: "Nobody home" by "Pink Floyd" and I looked out of the window where planes stood. Someone was approaching me. A little girl with a pen and a paper. She was cute and looked like she was 11 or something. She kept looking at me while she walked, so I took my music out of my ears.

"Are you (Y/n)?" she asked.

"yes" I smiled.

"c-an I have your... autograph maybe?" she looked at the ground. No one wanted pictures anymore, so that was cool.

"sure" I smiled and took the paper and the pen. I had such a bad handwriting so I just made an
intricate squiggle. It looked pro asf. "thank you" she said and walked away. She turned around and said, "I think you're cool and I like your personality" my heart started to melt. I gave her a smile and her cheeks got red. 10 minutes later I waited for so long. Austin never came. I heard "Congratulations" and could not stop thinking about how crazy this tour would be. 

We were at our way to Germany because the first concert was in there, Austin had said in the car. I looked at the paper. The doors to the plane closed at 11:06am and it was 11am. Someone was running with a girl in her hand while screaming: "I saw POST MAFUCKINGLONE" they kept running and I just looked at them and felt bad for Austin. I laughed a little. Maybe he was near. I took my belongings and looked at the clock over a little door. 11:3am Shit. The doors closed in 3 minutes... 2 minutes.... 

(Y/n): Where are u? we have like 2 minutesI texted him. Maybe all this was a prank. Maybe all of this was a set up. Where was the cameras? I looked around. The security guards were with Austin. 1 minute till the doors closed ...