My Love

Chapter 6: Salt

I have so many conflicting feelings right now. I'm absolutely elated because my soulmate is peacefully laying in my arms. But we both know that this tranquility won't last forever. Honestly, I'm thankful that our relationship has gotten stronger and more romantic. Because if it didn't, my mental state would just be horrible. I'm not gonna see my family until October, which is three months away. I feel like there is this giant wound on my heart. My family and friends mean so much to me. And the fact that I won't seem them for so long is tortorous. They'll be carrying out their lives and it'll be like I don't even exist. And for what?

Him. Going on tour with him. The festering wound already opended by the withdrawal of my family is alreadfy festering. And he's the salt. I look down to see my angel sleeping soundly. Thank God for her. I honestly don't know how I'd make it through without her. She then opens her eyes and yawns.

"Hi, baby." She says cutely.

"Hey, angel." I respond with a silly grin on my face. She climbs on top of me and snuggles her face in my neck.

"Mmmm, I love you so much, Lo." She says, still slightly discumbobulated. I chuckle at her affectionate ways. I appreciate the love and sweetness. I will cherish every moment for now on. I'll need to.

Because this tour is going to be absolute hell.

Seven months ago

"Camz, stop worrying. You look fine. It's just jingle ball. It's not that different from any of our other performances. Why are you so concerned about how you look?" I asked, annoyance dripping in my voice.

"It's because she's gonna see you-know-who." Ally said, shooting Camila a cheeky smile and nudging her shoulder gently.

I rolled my eyes. Even though I've only met him once before, I rerally don't like him. Why? Besides the fact that I think him and his whole Bieber wannabe façade is insanely nauseating, it's becasue he gives me a bad feeling. I'm very intuitive and a good judge of charatcer. My gut is telling me he's not what he seems. And I always listen to my gut. And also him shamelessly flirting with my girl makes me despise him that much more.

Right before we walked down the red carpet, I spotted him. My arm immediately went around Camila's waist. She gave me an awkward smile and I just jerked her along the red carpet.

As we were being interviewed, I heard him being interviewed as well.

"So Austin, what are you wearing tonight? Explain to me your whole ensemble."

"Stuipidity with a side of mediocracy." I thought to myself. I gave myself a mental pat on the back for that one but then I remembered he probably doesn't know what those words means.

Minutes pass and then I hear his coming towards our direction. I turn around and see him touching her. Camila, being a sweet girl, smiled sweetly at him and gave hima hug. I realized that the camreas were rolling so I put on my infamous fake smile. He must've saw the way I looked at him before because he only hugged me with one arm and avoided me almost completely. We were about to move on to our next interview but Camila stayed with him.

"What does your hat say? Oh. It doesn't say anything." She said, obviously attempting to flirt.

What the fuck, Camila. Why didn't you say anythig about my hat? I brushed my chilidish jeaousy off and continued to be Camila's body guard throughout the red carpet portion. Austin is terribly mistaken if he thinks he'll get away with pathetically flirting with my girl.