young and stupid [sequel to bad boy next door]

Chapter Twenty-Eight

~Austin Mahone~
 
“She kept it from me!” I saw to Alex, clenching my fists together as I walk back and forth. “For five months!” I continue, telling him what I had happened. Alex just seemed disappointed in me, but she kept a secret from me for five months. How could I let that just slip?
 
“You’ve lied to her too, and technically she didn’t lie to you, Austin. She’s kind of been busy with this whole death thing that it slipped her mind!” Alex defends, and it makes me more frustrated. How is he taking her side completely? How could he just do that?
 
I never saw Sierra as someone to keep something important to her away from me. I would’ve been happy for her, and I am. But the fact she hid it from me, hurts me. How could someone I love do that to me?
 
“Five months, Alex! As soon as it happened she could’ve told me! It happened before the whole incident!” I spat to Alex, and he just sighs, knowing I’m somewhat right. Maybe walking out wasn’t the best idea, but I did it. I was angry and I didn’t wanna take it out on her. I wanted to protect her.
 
If I ever hurt Sierra again I’d hate myself even more. I’ve hurt her enough, and I hated fighting with her. I get my anger was under more control now, but in that moment I was scared for both of us. I didn’t want her hurting, and I didn’t want me to hate myself and not trust myself around her.
 
“Austin, just don’t get mad over this. It’s stupid. You both love each other, and nothing is going to change that. Just go back to her,” Alex says, patting me on the back and making his way to the kitchen. He leaves me in the living room to just think about it. I knew he was right, so I did.
 
I got into my range rover and drove to Sierra’s. I climb into her window like I usually did to see her sleeping in her bed still. I helped myself in, and just sat on her chair, staring at how beautiful she was.
 
Sierra always found a way of looking beautiful no matter what she was doing from sleeping, eating, yawning, crying, laughing, and just anything else you could possibly think of. Sierra could make it look just good. Whenever I looked at her she seemed to be looking perfect. I knew Sierra wasn’t perfect, yet I still thought she was. I didn’t focus on her flaws, but I also didn’t think she had anything.
 
I know this is creepy to stare at someone when they’re sleeping, but I was just staring at how beautiful Sierra was. The way her chest rose in a peacefully matter, and her lips parted slightly, making me want to kiss her. So I decided I would. I got up from the chair, making my way over to her. I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
 
This caused her to wake up, and me to smile down at her. She didn’t smile back though, she looked quite angry.
 
“Why are you here?” she simply spoke, not getting out of the bed. She seemed very much awake now and pissed off. It was hot on her. Her angry kind of turned me on, but now wasn’t really the time. I had to apology for being a little bit of a dick. Sierra would’ve told me if all this didn’t happen. Right?
 
“To apology for being an asshole like usual,” I admit, and it causes her to sigh.
 
“We need to stop doing this…” she says, making my heart break. What? What did she mean by that? Is she breaking up with me? Great. Just great. I get why she would. I was an emotional wreck and was no good for her. I think she finally realized it too.
 
“Austin, I don’t want us to keep fighting and having you apologize. I should be apologizing really. I was being selfish,” she admits, and I sigh now. I slide into her bed, pulling her into my arms.
 
“I guess we were both wrong,” I state, and she laughs a bit. That laugh is music to my ears. It sounds so beautiful even in the morning, but it’s a little raspy. It’s cute though. Like I said everything she does is cute. Including her cute little bed head.
 
I run my hands through her hair, instantly calming the both of us.
 
“I won’t go to LA if you don’t want me to,” Sierra says, making my heart drop. The fact she would do anything for me breaks my heart a little bit. I want her to do something for her and not think about what I want.
 
“Sierra, this is your life. I want you to be happy,” I state, not really answering her question. Of course I want her to stay, and just live with me. But I knew she deserved better. She deserved a life she wanted to live.
 
“I love you, Austin. Please remember that,” she whispers, and I just kiss her forehead, loving the way the words rolled off her tongue. It made a beautiful sound. Whenever she said those 3 words, I felt like the luckiest guy alive and I’d always feel like that.
 
“I love you too, Sierra.”