Imagine: Austin Mahone Edition *EDITING*

Im high class in fashion

"I don't want to fail just because other people have terrible taste," I tell Austin as we walk down the streets of New York City. "Would you just calm down. Everyone's gonna love your new designs."
I stop and drop his hand giving him the death stare. "You don't know how much this fashion show means to me and my career." He steps forward and reaches for both my hands. His fingers intertwine with mine and his eyes send hope to my soul. "I do know how important it is, but I also know that if this doesn't work out, there's are millions of other opportunities out there. Stop stressing (Y/N). It's all going to be okay."
A small part of me relaxes. Austin always knows what to say.
"You're such a softy." I smile and lean into his embrace as he hugs me. "But I'm your softy,"he whispers. I step up on my tippy toes and kiss him gently. "Now come on! We've gotta go! It's gonna be a big night!" I pull away and grab his hand, dragging him with me to the venue. A chuckle escapes his lips as he lets out "That's what she said."