You're My Infinity [Austin Mahone Love Story]

Chapter Two: You Are Beautiful

I could've sworn it was a dream. I could hear the ringing of the door bell. When it kept ringing, I stumbled out of bed with a groan.

"Who the hell..." I tripped blindly down the steps, and yanked open the large, oak door. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and stared for a few seconds. My eyes just wouldn't adjust to the sun that was already set high in the sky.

"I guess you're not a morning person." He chuckled. Everything set in, and I realized Austin was standing in front of me.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. Let me go clean myself up." I could guarantee that my tank top was too low, my shorts riding up, and my hair a rat's nest. I could only imagine my morning breath.

"No, it's fine. You're cuter that way." I could tell it slipped, because he immediately blushed and turned away. I giggled lightly.

"Come in." I held the door open, and peeked outside after he stepped in. No one was home. I let the door fall shut.

"Make yourself at home. I'm gonna go change really quick." I darted up the stairs, and shut my door as quietly as I could. I pulled off my clothes, practically tripping over my own feet in the process. I pulled on the first thing I laid eyes on: white sweatpants and a lime green t-shirt. I tore a brush through my hair, and pulled it up into a bun.

After nearly five minutes, I looked presentable, and felt clean enough to go downstairs. I jogged down the steps. Austin greeted me with a smile.

"Have you eaten yet?" Austin shook his head. He followed me into the kitchen.

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Our day flew by, but we were able to get all of my things unpacked. Of course, we pretty much laughed and talked the whole time. I'm not complaining though. He was funny, sweet, and easy to get along with.

"Do you wanna watch a movie or something?" I fiddled with the bottom of my pants.

"If you wanna, then yeah." He flashed his perfect smile. For some reason, it made me melt on the inside. We sat there for a few seconds, gazing at each other from across the room.

"I'll meet you downstairs. You can go ahead and pick out a movie." I smiled at him as he left the room. As soon as I couldn't see him anymore, I threw myself back, and sighed. The whole freakin' day, I've had a galaxy of butterflies flying around in my stomach. Even when he looked at me, they erupted. And I couldn't wipe that stupid, dorky smile of mine off of my face.

I had just met him yesterday, but it felt like we had been best friends for years. Wow, how much stupider could that sound?

I went downstairs, but Austin didn't turn from one of the bookshelf's in the corner of the room. He was studying something. I took a few steps forward. He was looking at a picture frame on the bookshelf in the corner.

I crept up behind him, close enough to see the photograph. I remembered it like it was yesterday. It was my mom and I, sitting on a park bench. It was on my sixth birthday. I could feel a warm tear slide down my cheek. I swept it away with three fingers, but Austin turned around just as another one fell.

"Don't cry." He pulled me into a hug, and held me there for what felt like eternity. Soon enough, one tear after another were falling, making a small wet spot on his red t-shirt.

He brought me over to the long, dark couch, where we sat down. He pulled my head into his chest, and stroked my hair compassionately.

I honestly didn't know what triggered my waterfall of tears. Maybe it was the memories, or maybe the fact that the relationship with my mom would never be quite the same. But there was also a large possibility that it was both of those things, and all of the other complications in life crashing down on me.

"It's alright. I'm here." He mumbled reassuring things into my ear, which eventually calmed me down.

"Madison..." His hand grazed the wrist of my right hand. I guess I had forgotten to re-cover it up, or the concealer rubbed off at some point. Then, he examined my left arm.

"Why...?" I could feel the concern radiating from him. He pulled me closer, and held me tight. I shrugged my shoulders, although I knew exactly why.

I didn't start to think that mom left because she hated me until I was thirteen. It didn't help that my dad was an alcoholic. Then, the bullying started in school.

"Whore."

"Fat."

"Bitch."

"Dysfunctional."

"Dumb."

I even had a nickname: Malfunctional Madison. One day, I snapped. I came home, to find my dad passed out on the couch. I couldn't help but think he retreated to drinking because of me. That was the night my life pretty much fell apart. It was the night I took apart one of my razors. The night I decided to just stop eating. After that night, I hadn't eaten for another two days.

"We both know that you know exactly why." His voice was stern, but kept a caring tone to it. So, I told him everything. From the beginning to the end, not leaving anything out. It was the first time someone didn't judge me out loud, and just listened. He didn't speak for a few moments.

"Whether you believe it or not, you're beautiful. It doesn't matter what other people say. But you have me now. I'll be here for you through whatever." He planted a small kiss on my forehead.

For a second there, I felt sparks. Or, whatever that feeling is.