The plane was almost empty, just like my mind. I was so tired. 5am. Cities under me shined, and looked like the stars above me. It was like a space sandwich. I was the tomato. The forgotten tomato. The left and forgotten tomato. Austin was probably sleeping now, as I looked down. Maybe he was under me right now.
I closed my eyes and felt like falling in a big black hole. Everything was dark down here. I saw Austin's smiling face in front of me. His blue eyes. His guitar.
"I'm sorry" I could hear him say. I cried. Warm tears made a singing river. It hugged me with its warm liquid. I was leaving Austin. The river flushed me away. I could not see him anymore, and the canal began to change temperature. Cold. It got so extremely cold, that I froze. Everything was ice. My heart was ice, but then I saw Austin's face again, and the ice melted into red blood. the body fluid transformed into a lot of screaming people.
"(ship name) (ship name) (ship name) (ship name) (ship name) (ship name) (ship name) " I heard them yel. Austin was singing to me. White Iverson. The audience disappeared and I was now in the hotel room. I saw myself sleeping, and Austin closing the door behind him, after laying a ticket to New York on my table.
"I'm sorry" he said.
I woke up and looked at the red dawn. I was about to say, look at the dawn, Austin - but the man beside me was a stranger.
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Ethan and Hila was waiting for me at the airport. I felt like I was a teenager, who just got home from a trip, and Ethan and Hila was my parents. After finding my bag I opened the doors to the meeting room. They stood there. Smiling. They saw me, and I glared at them.
"hey (Y/n)" Hila smiled and hugged me for a long time. There was no gap between us. I was sobbing. I cried for the first time since he left me. "It's fine" Hila promised. "We have pie in the oven".
"we have two, because we know how much you eat" Ethan laughed cheerfully as I gave him a hug. "don't cry. Otherwise we'll cry too" he smiled.
"I'll stop" I said and smiled through my red, teary face.
Austin pov
I woke up in a hotel bed, to completely silence. I whistled slowly. Echo. A pling sound on my phone took my attention. The displayer showed something from twitter.
@nightravensarecoolasf - @(Y/n)(L/n) and @H3H3productions at the airport in New York. Why no @PostMalone
(Video)
I slowly tapped on the video, and it loaded. I saw (Y/n) hugging Hila. Her body was making small jumps. Now her face was shown, and tears covered her beautiful eyes. I closed my phone and looked at myself in the mirror.
"fucking idiot" I whispered.
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Austin | Post Malone X Reader
Fanfiction(Y/n) (L/n) has a lot of famous contacts. The media drives her into a storm of eyes, that keeps looking at her - especially when she hugs the famous Post Malone or kisses the well-known Joji, also when she is running around in town with tears in her...
