Austin pulls up to his house, and I jump out of the car, not wanting him to ask me any questions. I walk inside, and I go straight upstairs. I open Austin's bedroom door and grab clothes. I go into his bathroom, change, and come back out. Austin isn't up here. Maybe he's talking to his mom. Or he knows to leave me alone right now. I walk over to the bed and lie down. I grab my phone, and scroll through twitter. Nothing good. So I get on Instagram. I scroll through my notifications. Hate, hate, hate. That's all I see. No social medias. I'm just gonna put my headphones in and blast music. I turn on Austin because before I met him, he was always there to make me happy when I needed him... Why am I so stupid? I should just let him come up here and tell him what's wrong so he can comfort me. Why would Jill say stuff like that. I move to get up and I pain shoots up my back.
"Ow." I say. I get up and notice the tears running down my face. I wipe them. Then walk to the door.
"Austin." I yell sort of quiet down the steps.
"Yeah?" He says back.
"Can you please come up here." I say. I hear footsteps coming up the steps, and then I see him at the end of the hallway. I smile. He smiles.
"What's up?" He asks walking into his room, and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"I.. I wanna tell you what happened at practice today." I say.
"Okay..." He says. We sit down on his bed. I explain to him what happened, and what Jill had said.
"...and I was so surprised I flew off the bars and hit back." I finish.
"I'm so sorry baby." He says pulling me onto his lap. I put my head on his shoulder, and he lays down. He starts rubbing my back, and I slowly fade off to sleep.
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FanfictionYou move from Colorado to Miami. You are a mahomie. What happens when you meet the one and only Austin Mahone?