After our plane landed Austin got his car from the airport and drove us to his home. The rest of the guys except Alan left to their own homes.

“Why are you still with us?” I asked as I rolled my head around to look Alan in the backseat of Austin’s convertible.

“I live with Austin.” Alan grinned and I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Have you two ever had sex?” I’d always wanted to know because on the internet there was a lot of them kissing each other’s cheeks and grabbing each other’s butts.

“No!” Austin almost shouted and I didn’t believe it. I arched one of brows at him and I saw a delicate flush spread over his cheeks.

“You have!”

“No. We kissed when we were fucking some girl.” Alan said and reached up to ruffle my hair. “I bet you wouldn’t like any of that would you?”

“Two guys kissing? Oh, yeah. That is hot.” I nodded enthusiastically and Austin sighed before turning into a gated driveway. A number was punched in before the gates swung open and they pulled into a massive three story house.

“We record here.” Austin whispered to me as I climbed from the low vehicle. I just nodded dumbly. Austin led me into the house and gave me a tour. I got lost on the second floor and couldn’t remember much of where anything was. Alan left when Austin was finished with the tour.

Austin got a phone call when he was showing me the living room. I let him take the call as I sat on one of the white leather sofas. When he returned I was lying on the sofa and watching a music channel. He lifted my legs and sat down before I put my legs back down.

“Who was on the phone?”

“Our manager. They wanted us to do as a free show now we’re home.” Austin rubbed my feet and I sighed happily.

“Sounds nice.”

“Really?” he smiled at me and I nodded. I reached over and tossed the remote on the table and turned so I was sitting next to him.

“I’ll ring them back and tell him we’ll do it.” Austin rang his manager and then the rest of the band before placing his phone back in his pocket. He reached in his pocket again a few moments later and kissed me. I kissed him back and I heard what sounded like a camera shutter. I opened my eyes and saw he had his phone held up in the air, pointing at us.

“Don’t.” I said and pushed the phone away before standing. He pouted and me and I couldn’t help but turn away because I knew I would laugh if I didn’t.

“I need a picture of us, angel. Please?”

“Why?”

“So I can tweet you.” Austin stood and wrapped his arms around me from behind. We were standing directly in front of a mirror and he nuzzled my neck. I leant my head back slightly and his smile was still present. He lifted his phone again and I didn’t deny him this time.

He took more than one. He made me sit on the sofa and took a picture of just me. I tried hard to keep smiling but I never looked pretty in pictures. That was because I wasn’t pretty.

He knelt on the floor in front of me and I spread my legs to accommodate him. He rested his head on my thigh and I stroked his hair.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” It still thrilled me to be able to tell him them words back because I was afraid that he wouldn’t feel the same about me. He rubbed his head against me and I watched a he messed around on his phone before lifting the screen up to me.

On his Twitter was one of the pictures of us standing in from of the mirror. The caption under it was This baby girl, She means the world to me. When I closed the application I saw there was a picture of me as his wallpaper.

“Let me take one of you.” I said and I took my phone from my pocket. He went to stand but I stopped him and lifted my phone higher in the air so I could take a picture from where he was sitting. He looked sleepy and it made my stomach clench tightly.

Once the picture was set as my wallpaper he stood and pulled me up with him.

“Want to see the studio?”

“Okay.” I allowed him to drag me towards the studio. I could hear the happiness in his voice as he told me how all the controls worked and how if someone auto tuned something then they weren’t made to be a singer.

I saw a sheet with lyrics written on and I picked up the crumpled paper. The first line was sad. He kissed the scars on her skin. He knows she’s beautiful. I swallowed hard as a lump formed in my throat and continued further down the page. The darkness consumes her. She only finds faith in a razor blade.

I held my hand to my stomach and tossed the paper onto the table. Austin turned to me and I wanted to slap him. He’d written a song about me. I know I should be happy that he’d thought to write a song about me but he was going to publish my secret to the world.

“Taylor?”

“You’re not singing that!” I almost screamed it at him. My body was shaking with rage. My finger tingled and I knew that all too familiar feeling. It meant I was itching for my blades.

“Taylor, angel…”

“No! You don’t understand the struggle I have!” I grabbed the paper and tore it into tiny little shreds and tossed them at him. They landed on a floor around him like confetti.

“I understand.” Austin growled and stormed towards me and pushing me against the wall. “You don’t think I put thought into that song? If you actually read the rest you would have realised.”

Notes

Title Cred: Good Charlotte

Eeh, so yeah, Austin wrote a song about her :O What happens next?