I call you love {Austin Mahone}

Christy's life changed a lot after she moved from Texas for the first time. How is it now that she's going back?
Will people ever understand what she's suffering from and all the pain that she's going through? What about that hot boy Austin? Will he ever see the real her.
This is another one of my Austin Mahone fanfics that I usually write on my facebook page for him, but I wanted to share it with more people.


8. the start of something new


When we got home no one was there. Austin and I went into my new room. He stopped in the door and looked around.

“I know it’s a bit empty but we just moved in. I haven’t had time to finish it yet.”

I had a lot of different posters in my room. But most of all I had drawings and quotes. Things that had been keeping my head up high through the past years.

“Empty? There’s like one wall that hasn’t been taped in yet.”

He laughed a bit but I just looked at him with a weird face while I was finding a cd that I wanted to hear.

“What are you doing Christy?”

“Trying to find my CDs. I don’t feel comfortable unless I listen to music.”

“Want any help?”

“No it doesn’t matter I got it.”

I got up from the floor with my favorite CD in my hands.

“Who are they?”

He looked at the CD I was holding in my hands.

“Simple Plan. My favorite band.”


“You don’t like them?”

“I don’t really listen to their music. It’s not my style.”

“Why not? They are so awesome.”

“Yeah but it’s not really my style. I’m more like Drake, Justin Bieber and stuff.”


I put the CD on and sat turned the volume a little higher than I usually would.

“What’s this song called?”

“Me against the world. It’s kinda what I’ve been feeling through the past years.”

“A girl like you shouldn’t be feeling like that. Not after all you’ve been through.”

“Austin? Have you ever tried to be the weird kid? Or to lose someone right in front your eyes? I saw my own mother get killed. I know you lost your dad and that you don’t like talking about it but I saw what happened. It happened right in front of my face. I wasn’t myself and I’m still getting help. My dad is trying to find someone here who can help me. We moved from Austin because I was going to a treatment center in San Diego. When I was finally getting back to school I was different and everyone was making fun of me and calling me insane.”

“As I said you don’t deserve that but I know what it’s like to be the weird kid! I was bullied in my old school”


We looked at each other for a while. Nothing much happened. We listened to the music and stopped it. We spoke about a lot of different things just until my dad knocked on the door and told me he was home. He looked at me and then at Austin, and then back at me. He saw my eyes. They were still red because I had been crying.

“dad is there something you wanna say?”

“Yeah… Are you okay?”

“I told him. He knows.”

“And who is this?”

“Austin Mahone.”

Austin spoke for himself, and looked at my dad.

“Nice to meet you sir.”

“Nice to meet you too Austin.”

My dad was a little awkward when it came to meeting new people. He wasn’t used for me to have people home. Or he hadn’t been for the past couple of years. My dad left and Austin looked at me. I was lying on my bed and he lay down beside me.

“So what was that all about?”

“My dad? He’s not used to the fact that we have visitors, due to the fact that I haven’t been myself. He’s probably going to change because I’m hopefully getting back, now that I’m back in La Vernia.”

“Back? What do you mean back?”

“Oh.. nothing.”

“tell me?”

“fine… I used to live here. I was born here. I guess that’s why people are acting weird.”


He kissed my forehead and looked right into my eyes.

“You’re a really beautiful girl you know that right?”

“Not really but I’m trying to live with it.”

I smiled at him. It was a real smile. Something that was all over my face. It was in my eyes and on my lips and in my laugh. It was unbelievable. It was something I hadn’t felt for a long time. 

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