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Late Nights-N.M

Nick x Reader


Summary: Him staying up late with you!💖✨

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You weren’t a fan of staying up late and neither was Nick. As matter of fact, he would be the first in bed before you. But tonight was one of those nights. Your midterms were coming up and since it was advised to study, you’ve been studying non stop for a week. It had gotten so bad to where it began to worry Nick. He hated that you were losing sleep or you were too tired to wanna hang out with him. He understood that school was a big deal but also he believed isn’t worth sleepless nights.


Nick moved closer over to your side of the bed, trying to feel for you. He realized you weren’t there because of the coolness from sheets. He tapped his phone which read 3:35 in the morning. Nick sigh heavily before getting up. His feet shuffled across the wooden floors of your shared apartment. He found you sitting in the same position he left you in before going to bed. You had looked like a zombie. With dark circles painted under your eyes and the painful hunch in you back.


“Princess please come to bed. It’s late.” His pleads were ignored. Instead you continued to turn pages of your textbook and scribble down some notes.


“Not now Nick. I have to finish this.”


“Finish?! Baby, look at yourself! You’re tired! When was the last time you took a break?”


Sighing, “Nick please. I’m almost done.”


Nick shook his head. He than left the room, leaving it silent. You thought maybe he went back to bed. But instead you saw him come back with the comforter from your bed. Nick took a seat beside you on the couch, wrapping the blankets around the both of you.


“Nick, what are you doing?” You asked, tearing away from your studies.


“If you’re not going to bed then neither am I.” He said and whipped out his phone to keep him occupied while you worked.


“Nick, you’re being ridiculous!”


“So are you! But because I love you, I’m not going to leave.”


Your heart did flips within. He was so sweet. Stubborn too. But that’s something about Nick that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

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anonymous asked:

hey would you ever consider doing ship requests for the boys??

hey anon!! tbh maybe I would, I have a few requests to put up (they’re going up by Friday night!!) but I just might! I’m not sure how people would receive it but we can try!! ❤️❤️

If you’d like to see ship requests, like this post so I know!!

Top or bottom

Prettymuch preference; regarding being on top or bottom!👅

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Brandon;

He would definitely be at the bottom. He loved seeing you on top of him while he held your hips, helping you roll into him.


Edwin;

You guys would start with you on top but being the dominant guy Edwin was, he would flipped you underneath him and pound into you like there was no tomorrow.


Austin;

It depended with Austin. When it was casual, he wouldn’t mind being on the bottom. But let’s say you’d tease him while he was doing something important with the boys. Austin would waste no time excusing the two of you and showing you who’s boss.


Nick;

It’s a no brainer. Nick would definitely love being on top. He made sure to show you his dominant side the entire night. As he whisper naughty things in your ear to make you squirmed underneath him. Again, he loved being on top.


Zion;

He being on both sides of the spectrum. When he thrusts became sloppy, he would quickly switch you guys around and let you finish off first. He was all about taking care of your needs first.

4 paired eyes

Brandon x Reader


Summary: Brandon without glasses! 😍👅


(A/N: B is hella fine without glasses. Sorry for not uploading a picture.)

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“If you’re not going to do it right!”


“I’m sorry, sorry.” B said.


We both laughed and continued on with our bedtime routine. After the shower, Brandon asked if he could brush my teeth. I thought it was weird but that’s just it. Everything was weird with Brandon, so what the heck. Once he finished making a mess, I ending up putting on another top because my previous one was covered in toothpaste thanks to B.


We moved over to the bedroom, climbing into the bed at once. Brandon yet removed his glasses. Which got me to thinking. I’ve never actually seen Brandon without them. We’ve only been dating for a year and a half. First time for everything right? Brandon, who had the covers pulled up to his chin and laying right under my boobs, while a rerun of SpongeBob played on the tv in the room. Watching Nick@Nite was our thing before going to bed. I reached to his face, transferring his glasses onto my face. My eyes squinted in a instant. Damn, Brandon could make someone blind with these things.


“What are you doing?” He said and sat up.


“Are you completely blind without them?” I took them off and placed them on his nightstand.


“No, not really. I mean I can still see things without them.”


I took the opportunity to actually look him in the face. He stared back with one of his brows raised. This boy will be the end of me.


“You’re so sexy B. This is my first time seeing you without them you know?”


“Really?” He said almost shocked.


I nodded and leaned closer over to him.


“So sexy.”

How Can I Forget?; Brandon Arreaga

I don’t know how to write something without a cliffhanger but I’m gonna try! This imagine skips time after every flashback (flashbacks are in italics) also Brandon and Nayeli are about 23-24

It had been one year since Brandon had last seen her, and no matter how many girls he hooked up with, he could never forget her.

He always thought about the day they met. At the beach party Nick wanted to throw. She wore a white sundress, her natural curly hair was in a messy puff on top of her head. She danced to the music without a care in the world. To him she was mesmerizing. She had caught him staring and tried to confront him, pretending to be tough. That’s when he knew he was hooked.

He could’ve looked at her all day long.

As they got to know each other throughout the night, they slowly fell in love. She could’ve talked all night long and he wouldn’t have stopped her.

He could’ve listened to her all night long.

“I look disgusting.” She chuckled lightly as she tried to run her fingers through her tangled locks. She stood in the mirror wearing nothing but her underwear.

Brandon grabbed her hand and twirled her around to face him, he kissed her forehead, “That’s a joke right? Because right now you look like the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

It was another one of those nights, the boys had dragged him out so he could drown his sorrows in shots.

At the end of the night he would bring a girl home, but they would always leave before he woke up. He always dreamed of her, his first love. He didn’t want to wake up.

She stood in his doorway with just his t-shirt on. She bit her lip as she walked over to the bed and straddled him.

“Brandon? For some reason, I really like you.”

She made him laugh. With her, he laughed more than he did with anyone else. He ran his fingers down her thighs, and back up to the bottom of the bleach white shirt that complimented her brown skin so perfectly. He let his hands rest on her hips as she leaned down and planted a soft kiss to his lips.

It was just another dream. Her standing there in his t-shirt, it was only something he could imagine now. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. She slipped from his fingers, but she never slipped his mind. How could he forget her?

He stared at his ceiling. He didn’t want to forget her. He never would. In fact, he remembered everything little thing about her. She drove a Jeep and never had money for gas. She loved dancing, she would dance to any song in any place. She hated cuddling in bed because she liked to feel free when she slept.

He turned over to the side she always slept on. It still smelled like her, so how could he forget her?

“I need a cigarette.” She said.

She was panicking. Whenever she would get nervous or panic she would long for nicotine.

“No you don’t, what’s wrong?” He asked. He hated when she felt that way. He hated that she had picked up that habit.

“Everything.” She said bluntly. She started searching through every drawer and looked under all the furniture.

“Nayeli.” She didn’t respond, “Nayeli!” He yelled making her stop her actions. She sat down on the floor and stayed silent. “Babe, what’s going on?”

“I need a cigarette.”

He sat down next to her and put his hand on her back. She put her head on his lap, he felt a teardrop fall on his leg. He ran his fingers through her hair and leaned down pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you.” She whispered. Brandon started to panic himself. It was the first she had said it. He had proclaimed his love for her before, but she she never returned it. Though he had felt the love she had for him, she had never actually said it.

“I love you, Nayeli, so much.”

It was another one of those nights. He couldn’t get her off his mind. There were night when he didn’t think about her once, but every other night she was all he thought about.

“Where are you gonna go?!?” Brandon asked Nayeli as she packed her things.

“I have a train ticket, gonna go stay with a friend.” She said bluntly. She zipped her suitcase and looked over at Brandon, who just stared at her.

“The trains not running this late, babe.” He mumbled, “its 2 am.”

She looked at him. She could’ve looked at him all night long. She didn’t want to leave, and she wouldn’t if he stopped her. So she left.

And Brandon ran after her. He ran 10 blocks in the rain.

He was too late. He watched as the last train took off quickly down the tracks. He sat down on the nearest bench. He hung his head. When he sat up, he saw a pack of clove cigarettes next to foot. He knew it belonged to her, on the back of the pack she had scribbled both of their initials to remind her to stay healthy.

Brandon found himself back at that same train station every once in a while. In his heart, she was gonna come back to him one day. In his head, he knew it was the end the moment she walked out of his door.

He pushed his hands in his jacket pockets, tossing around the old cigarette pack in his hand. Brandon closed his eyes. When he opened them, there she was.

She was right in front of him.

His brown eyes bore into hers, trying to read the emotion the held. He could tell, all the walls he tore down, she had built back up. She but her lip, tearing her eyes away from his and started walking towards the stations exit. She turned back to look at him and smirked. That was the push Brandon needed

Next, Nayeli was up against the wall of Brandon’s bedroom with her arms around his neck and her legs latched around his torso. He carried her towards the bed and gently laid her down. He detached their swollen lips, and gave her a light peck on the forehead. He laid down next to her, running his fingertips over her brown skin.

“I’ll love you forever.” He whispered. She smiled at him and caressed his stubbly cheek. She thought about how much she hated his facial hair but loved his face, how much she still loved him. She sighed. Nayeli moved closer and pressed a longing, passionate yet gentle, kiss to his pink lips. They kissed as if it would be their last time.

And maybe it was, because when Brandon woke up the next morning, she wasn’t beside him. A note had taken her place.

‘I’ll love you always.’

He’d never forget that.

He’d never forget her, how could he?

Mother Knows Best (2) | A.P.

Summary: Its been a year and a half since the split of reader and Austin. Ever since then, she’s made a glorious name for herself and has moved on from her old life. Well, that is until she runs into an old acquaintance.

Word Count:

Pairing: Porter relative x Black!Reader

A/N: Austin isn’t exactly included in this part but you need to read it to understand the next fic. If not, you’ll be lost. Not too lost but a little bit. Anyways, hope you enjoy this one. Feedback is much appreciated! 💕

“So how exactly did you land the role for Black Widow?” Ms.DeGeneres asked.

I quickly lifted my brows. “Well, it all started with me having one of the lead roles in We Are Not These Hands and my agent, Mitch, happened to be at the first showing that evening. Of course, he was searching for someone to play my role in Black Widow and I caught his eye. Afterwards, he came up to congratulate me and we got to talking. Next thing you know, I’m at my first audition for a film two weeks later.” I elaborated. The audience proceeded to whoop and applaud my story.

“Amazing. Do you know how many people had auditioned for your role?”

“I want to say the number was around 150 females.”

“Goodness that’s a lot. Can you guys believe this number? I’m shocked by it.” Ellen turned to face the audience with the best expression she could muster to describe her surprise. Another round of applause before she turned back to face me. “Now, you’re a pretty,  young woman. In fact, you’re somewhat similar to Scarlett’s character who’s known for seducing them and then throwing them out the window possibly.” We shared a laugh at her remark, knowing the truth to her words. “But the question I have to ask is if you’re seeing someone?”

“Seeing anyone? Nope. I’m single and ready to mingle.” I chuckled, everyone else joining in on my enthusiasm. “But yes, I’m single. It’s really by choice though.”

“How so?”

“Well, I’m just beginning my career. Before I jump into a relationship, I want to focus on getting myself stable financially, spiritually, mentally, and any other aspect that deals with my well-being as a human being.”

“YES GIRL!” came the voice of an obviously moved fan. Tracking the sound of the person, my eyes landed on a white male donning a shirt that had my character plastered on it in her signature pose. “Self-love is important!”

I pointed my index finger at him with a smile “I need more people like you in my life.”

“So, no one special?” Ellen confirmed after another laugh.

“No one special.” I nodded.

“But someone soon?”

“Eh, maybe. Maybe someone soon”

I watched my television screen with amused eyes, mouth opening every time to release the much needed laughter for the episode of Friends I was currently watching.

“Come on. This guy’s great. His name’s Bob. He’s Angela’s… brother. He’s smart, he’s… he’s sophisticated, and he has a real job. Me, I go on three auditions a month and call myself an actor, but Bob is,” Joey explained to Monica as she picked up the mess in her apartment.

A snicker slipped through my lips because of his rant, reminding me of the life I once lived. “Can you believe I was somewhat similar to Joey?” I shouted towards the kitchen behind me.

“What?” Mitch replied. Dishes were being placed in their rightful spots due to the clinking my ears could pick up from the living room.

“Me and Joey. Can you believe I was like him?”

More dishes sounded throughout the vast apartment. “I wouldn’t say you were just like him.” One of the cabinet doors closed and the soft pattering of sock-clad feet made their way to me. “At least you had legit roles for plays. Joey went through a lot and still didn’t end up with the life he wanted. You, on the other hand, are now living large.” Mitch placed his hand on top of my head, roughing up my hair as if I were a good dog.

“True. Sure, there was that Days of Our Lives character he almost had but still… you’re right.” I tilted my head back to look at my agent, who gave me that soft and warm smile of his. “Thanks Mitch.”

“No problem kiddo.”

He sighed as he stepped away from me to make his way over to my dining room table. His belongings were over there, so I stood to my feet to escort him to the door of my apartment. “I gotta say Y/N, I am extremely proud of you.” he said, reaching for his bag.

“Really? What’ve I done?”

“Aside from having an amazing acting career so far,” he said with his bag clutched in his hand and jacket draped over his arm, “you haven’t changed in the slightest. You’re still that kid I met a year and a half ago. I’m proud of you remaining sane throughout all of this.”

I followed behind. “Aww, thanks Mitch. I mean, I can’t forget where I came from. Always stay true to yourself.”

“Exactly.” He turned to face me. “And like I always say, if you need anything, let me know.”

“Sure thing, Mitch. Goodnight.” I leaned forward to hug him.

“Goodnight sweetheart. Lock the door.”

I saluted him. “Yes sir. You do the same for those babies in your house.”

I closed the door and locked it immediately. At this point, I was tired and decided rest was much needed for the day ahead. Turning off the television, I headed to the back of the apartment where my favorite room awaited for me to sleep inside it.

“Y/N!” greeted my former co-worker, Jimmy, as I entered the small Italian restaurant. “Wassup girl!”

“Hey Jimmy!” I greeted back but in a softer voice that still had room for the same amount of enthusiasm he exhibited. “Nothing much, just dropping by for my usual breakfast pizza. Didn’t feel like making my own breakfast so, what better way to eat than drop by here.”

“Those are words I like to hear.” he chuckled. “Tater Tot breakfast pizza?”

“You know it.” I placed myself on one of the stools near the bar.

“Alright! You know, you’ve got a new life now. I don’t want you to keep coming back here when you can get some better food.”

I scoffed. “Jimmy, come on. We’re in L.A., the place where people often forget where they came from. I’m trying to stick to my roots. Plus, other restaurants won’t charge me an arm and a leg like they should.”

“I know but still. Branch out a bit. You don’t wanna be like my cousin who kept eating salad for breakfast and when she decided to switch it up with hash browns, girl threw up everything in her body. Lungs, veins, intestines, you name it. ” Typical Jimmy; he told true stories but exaggerated so much, you began questioning how real the tale actually was.

“Pretty sure that’s not what happened but okay.” I chuckled.

He laughed. “I never lie. Your meal will be ready in about 30. Get comfortable.”

“Kay.” I chirped as he disappeared behind the swinging kitchen doors.

I stood up from the stool to take a seat in my usual booth of the restaurant. The battery of my phone was low since I forgot to charge it the night prior. Underneath the table of where I normally sat was probably the only outlet that existed out here for customers.

Jimmy’s dad and my former employer, James, was a cheap man. He wanted money to come in but wasn’t willing to apply it for anything customers would need except himself. When people sent in their complaints on items that needed upgrading, he’d fix their worries but with little effort. This outlet was a prime example because when everyone started “whining” about needing something to charge their technology, James installed at least two; one at my booth and the other hidden somewhere out here.

I placed myself in the booth, blindly searching for the outlet while allowing my eyes to roam around the empty restaurant. It wasn’t exactly empty with me in here. There was a guy furiously typing away on his Macintosh as he sipped his coffee. An elderly couple read the daily newspaper with a bowl of strata placed in front of them. And last but not least, a group of teenage girls sat by the front door idly chatting away, probably about BTS or a pop culture reference.

My hand eventually found the outlet and pushed my charger inside. Since I often dropped the adapter, I was relieved to hear the ding of my phone and see the animated battery turn green. Just as I settled into the booth to browse through my phone, the bells above the entrance door jingled. I lifted my head up but immediately regretted my decision to do so.

Not too far from where I sat was Mrs.Porter walking up to the counter. Of course, she still looked the same; brown hair that was a little below her shoulders, thick framed glasses to guard her brown eyes, and the same inviting vibe she gave off because of her appearance.

I never resented Mrs.Porter for coming in between Austin and I. Sure, she said some no-so-nice-words about me back then but I took that as my cue to begin my journey on self-discovery. If I stayed with Austin any longer, I would lean on him for everything and not be where I am today. Although I was fine, I was still miffed about how everything went down a while back.

Turning away from her presence, I browsed my phone like I originally planned. Doing this easily distracted me from the old issue at hand for about five minutes. In the time I was scrolling, I could feel something on me. Not physically but mentally.

“Y/n.” interrupted a soft voice. A familiar one.

Already knowing who it was, I plastered on my best fake smile before looking her in the eyes to greet her. “Hi Mrs.Porter. How are you?” I asked, not missing a beat. Couldn’t wait too long or silence would engulf us. Awkward silence I mean.

“Good, good. Well actually. How about you?” Her fingers were playing with each other. A nervous habit anybody resorted to to comfort them when in a sticky situation.

“Same as you. Well. Just waiting on my food so I can get on with my day.”

Her head bobbed up and down in a nervous manner as if she were agreeing with me. What about, I don’t know. “I was going to ask what your plans were for the day but I can already guess. What with your status and all, you’ve probably got a million interviews a day and other things involving promoting your film.”

“You got that right. Five interviews for YouTube channels and one later in the evening with Mr. Kimmel.”

“Amazing. That’s just… that’s just wonderful to hear. I’m really happy for you.”

Grinning so much began to hurt the sides of my mouth. I simply nodded and said, “Thank you.”

“Tater Tot pizza for the Mademoiselle L/N.” Jimmy intervened.

I tore my gaze away from Mrs.Porter to look at my food. Eating here wasn’t the best idea right now, so I made a last minute decision. “Um Jimmy? Could you actually place that in a container for me?”

He didn’t argue. Only nodded and sent a worried stare in my direction as if confirming  everything was all right. I threw him my genuine smile so he could move on and I could quickly leave. I’d inform him later.

I reached underneath the table to unplug the phone charger and neatly roll it up for the sake of not damaging it. “Well, I need to head on out, Mrs.Porter. Gotta eat and immediately get ready for later. You have a nice day.” I didn’t even wait to hear what she had to say, whether it be wishing the same to me or halting my actions of abandoning her. I just shuffled my way between the table and booth to grab my food.

It was when I reached for the bag Jimmy placed the container in did she finally speak. “I know you were struggling back then on landing a spot in this career. You… I just wanted to tell you that I’m happy for you. I really am.”

My hand gripped the bag tighter, sudden anger circulating inside. “Mrs.Porter… while I appreciate the compliment, I can’t tell if you’re being genuine or not. Last I,” I faced her, “Last I remember, you were begging your son to stay away from me… because my struggles would interfere with his career as a singer.”

“I didn’t–”

“You did. You made it sound like I was on drugs or something and that Austin needed to get as far away from me as he could. He didn’t tell me this… but I was there. And I heard it all.”

My hand pulled the bag off of the counter and I pushed past her for the entrance. Her hand lightly grasped my arm to hold me in place but quickly removed itself when she witnessed her actions and my grimace on the contact she gave me.

“Sorry, it’s just that, that I needed to apologize. For what I said. I shouldn’t have come in between you and Austin. I was just a–”

“Mother worried about her son.” I finished. I took a step back from her. “I know. I’ve heard it a bunch of times from my own mother. But at the end of the day, she left the decision up to me. She didn’t fill my head up with ridiculous predictions because that wasn’t her job as a parent. She protected me when I was little but now that I’m older, everything I do is up to me. She can support it but not demolish it.” I huffed.

Mrs.Porter shook her head, forehead creasing in distress. “I know, I know, I know. And I’m sorry. I realized it wasn’t my place to step in when Austin came downstairs and wasn’t talking. He’s normally energetic in the mornings but that next day, after you left… he was quiet. I thought he would get over it but for the rest of that visit, he wasn’t the same. He came clean and told me that you left and demanded he not speak to you again.”

“And that’s my problem?” I scoffed. “It seems like no one is taking responsibility for their actions. I told him to not speak to me again because I didn’t want anymore justifications. What you convinced him to do was wrong. Be it any other girl who was Instagram famous or related to the Kardashian clan and you would be perfectly fine with them over me.”

“Please Y/N.”

“No Mrs.Porter. I’m done listening to your excuses for what you said. You just,” I deeply inhaled. “You just don’t say that about anyone.”

I stared at her for a bit longer, shaking my head as I did so. Huffing, I turned and left the shop. In that moment, I wiped my eyes.

I hadn’t cried like this since the night I left Austin.

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beautifullybeau  asked:

I absolutely loveeeeeeed “Mother Knows Best” you’re a phenomenal writer! If you get the chance can you please write a part 2?

Thank you so much, that means a lot! I’m just getting back into writing so I was a bit hesitant on posting the fic.

Of course I’ll do a part 2 to “Mother Knows Best”! Once I finish writing it, I’ll tag you and the other readers who enjoyed it.

You have a blessed day! 💕

Mother Knows Best | A.P.

Summary: A visit back home to see Austin’s family suddenly turns sour when readers life is exposed.

Word Count: 1.2k

Pairing: Austin Porter x Reader

A/N: This is a bit of an AU fic. I know Mama Porter would never be like this towards Austin’s lovers but the idea came to mind while I was at work today. And I used him because our hearts need more Austin content on here so here you go.

“Be yourself, he said. She’ll love you, he said.” I angrily muttered as I tossed a T-shirt of mine back into my suitcase. “Love me my ass. I’m getting the Hell outta here.”

In the few hours I’d been inside of Austin’s childhood home, I believed everything was going according to plan. We flew from Los Angeles to Charlotte, North Carolina because somebody had been begging to meet me, Austin’s girlfriend of six months. I bonded with Ryan over simple guy topics; sports, TV shows, the latest video games, you name it. Mason wasn’t here due to prepping for his wedding but Austin promised to FaceTime him later for the introduction. Mr.Porter resembled my father; chill but made sure to remind his sons who the man of the house was. Mrs.Porter? Well, she was a different story.

I went along with Austin’s words prior to us flying out here: being myself. And I believed she accepted that. Like any other kid with their parent, I revealed my goals and dreams as an individual, how school was panning out for me, what I did to earn money, what my parents did for a living, and so on. His mom attentively listened, like she was genuinely interested in the life I was raised in and built for myself when my parents set me free. She offered advice when my struggles were exposed and throughout her speaking, Austin held my hand like the caring boyfriend he was.

I scoffed. Caring. It didn’t even fit him anymore! He was more than likely downstairs plotting how to tell me things were over.

Moments before I commenced my repacking, I was headed downstairs for the dessert Mrs.Porter promised was “the best in the household”. What stopped me from entering the kitchen was hushed but frantic whispering.

“I don’t know Austin. Something doesn’t feel right.” whispered his mother. “I don’t think she’s the right one for you.”

“Mom, what the Hell?” he responded. I knew that phrase with him. When said, it was laced with confusion and frustration because Austin was currently at a loss for appropriate words to fit the scenario.

“Watch your tone! I am not one of your friends.” A deep sigh was heaved. “Sweetie, I don’t think she has her life together yet. From the looks of it, she’s having a difficult time with obtaining auditions.”

“So? What does that have to do with me?” By then, he was probably crossing his arms.

“Your career Austin. You’ve been placed in a band by one of the greatest music critiques on the planet. Y/N is just your average girl trying to make it as well but it’s not working for her. She’s not getting anywhere.”

“Mom, one of my duties as a boyfriend is to support her in anything she’s determined to do. Of course, she’s struggling but at the end of the day, I’m picking her back up so she can try again and eventually make it.”

“The last thing you need to be doing Austin is taking care of a child. Y/N is still in college and you’re not. You’ve got a job as a singer and you can’t let her lifestyle pull you down. The minute that happens, there’s no coming back up for air.”

Then there was silence and my stomach dropped. Austin wasn’t saying anything and when he didn’t say something, it meant he was mulling over his opponents response. It’s what he did with me before he agreed that I was right.

The silence was cut but the words pooling from my so-called boyfriends mouth didn’t cure my nerves. “Alright, I’ll um… I’ll talk to her. I mean, I didn’t even think of it like that.”

“Good. I just hope she understands that what you’re doing is for the best. For you and her.”

Who was this woman? Who was she to be judging my relationship with her son? Oh, that’s right: she’s Austin’s fucking mother. And like the old saying goes: “Mother knows best.”

I had just zipped up my suitcase when the bedroom door opened. Knowing it was Austin because we were supposed to be staying in his room for the time being, I refused to look at him as I heaved my bag off of his bed and onto its wheels.

“Wh-what’re you doing?” was the first thing he said. The nerve of this guy, I tell you.

“I’m leaving.” I simply answered.

“And going where?”

“Back to Los Angeles, Austin.” I turned around to finally look at him and immediately regretted doing so. His eyes held sadness behind them, something I rarely caught a glimpse of when he was doubting his skills as a singer. But then I remembered why my hand was gripping the handle of my luggage so hard that my knuckles lightened. “Don’t try to play the Guilt Card on me. I heard every single thing downstairs between you and your mother.”

“What?”

“Yeah, you forgot that I was coming back down for dessert? Seriously, if you’re going to talk about me, the least you can do is wait until I fall asleep or I’m at least a five minute drive from your house. You and her both had the audacity to question my life and how it would affect yours.”

He sighed in realization, placing his head in his hand. “Y/N, it’s not what you think.”

“Then what is it exactly that I’m thinking Austin? I heard her clearly: I’m not the one for you because I can’t get my shit together. And instead of you defending me, you side with her. What kind of bullshit is that?”

“Baby, you have to understand–”

“Don’t call me that, you do not get to call me that name after what I heard down there.” I snapped with my index finger pointing directly at him.

He huffed. “Fine. Y/N, you have to understand that she’s only looking out for you and me.”

I shook my head, appalled at his response. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? I’m the last person she’s thinking about. I’ve only known her for a few hours and she’s judging how our relationship is gonna end up because I’m not like you. I’m not famous and living on my own. I’m just a kid trying to graduate college and begin my career and she’s assuming my young adult life is going to ruin yours. Austin, she’s only thinking about you.”

“No she’s not!” he argued.

“Yes she is! And you’re too oblivious to see it because she’s your damn mother!” I yelled.

Both of our eyes widened in shock. I’d never raised my voice before, let alone Austin. And thinking about it now, my cheeks were wet from tears. Fuck, this is really screwing me up.

I shook my head and wiped my cheeks. Austin made a move to come forth and comfort me but I shoved his hands away, grasping the handle of my bag again.

“I have to go.” I spoke, a quiver obvious in my voice. Before I could exit the room, I faced Austin one last time. “When you finally go back to L.A., don’t even bother trying to hit me up on some friendly bullshit because that’s not what I wanted between us. Delete my number right now and don’t even think about getting your friends to contact me.”

He only stared with furrowed brows and watered eyes. All I could do was shake my head in shame and move on.

Part 2????

masterlist

PrettyMuch

Brandon Arreaga

Edwin Horonet

Austin Porter

Nick Mara

Zion Kuwonu

Dolan Twins

Grayson Dolan

Ethan Dolan

Why Don’t We

Corbyn Besson

Daniel Seavey

Jonah Marais

Jack Avery

Zach Herron

Other

Jack Johnson

Jack Gilinsky

Alex Aiono

Snow Day With Austin Would Include....

-you’d both be chilling at his house and the weather would show that it was expected to snow later on

-you’d take a nap and wake up to snow outside the window

-Austin’s just a big kid so he’d be like “COME ON BABE LET”S BUILD A SNOW FORT”

-you can’t say no to him, so you steal a pair of his sweats and a hoodie and head outside

-mans would drag you outside and then be nagging at you to stop taking so long

-he’d be so excited y’all

-anyway you’d both be playing in the snow and he’d be kissing you randomly

-he’d intentionally try to make you cold so you’d go snuggle with him

-you’d start heading back inside after an intense snowball fight and he’d throw something at the roof so the loose snow up there would fall on you

-you’d go and take a hot bath while he’d make hot chocolate

-you’d spend the rest of the evening cuddling under warm blankets and watching movies