One Moment

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"Who let him drink so much? He's heavy when he's passed out," I huffed, helping Austin lead Alan up the stairs of their bus. The barbecue went pretty much all night and it was a blast, I made even more awesome friends and we all hung out, even had a small bonfire which was nice to curl up with Austin next to.

Austin chuckled, "At least we got him back before he passed out in the middle of no where."

We dropped Alan onto the couch, not so nicely, and watched as he snuggled into it, knocking over a few papers that were on it. I rolled my eyes and bent down to get them, my necklace dangling down from my face as I did.

When I stood back up, Austin surprised me by being a lot closer to me then he just was, looking straight down at my neck. I swallowed hard as he reached his hand up, lightly grabbing onto the chain that held the silver band. "Is this?.."

"It's nothing," I tried to give him a weak smile and then move to put the papers on the table, but he stepped in front of me.

"Why are you still wearing it?" His voice was low and quiet. I know Austin has noticed this before, but either ignored it or when he did bring it up I told him it was just for fashion or that I was going to take it off later..

I had to stop, not really knowing a good answer to his question. I really don't know why I wear my nearly dead 'husbands' wedding band around my neck everyday. Maybe guilt? Maybe the fact that I didn't want him to have it? Maybe because I felt like I needed solid evidence that what happened was real? Maybe I just can't get rid of it? "I just.." I started, but trailed off.

I watched as Austin's face started to turn a little angry, his problems with jealousy after his exes sneaking back up. Austin was always good with me and not getting too jealous, but I totally get where he was coming from. "What? It's cool if I just wear Gielle's old ring on my neck all the time?!" His voice grew a tad louder, making me look over to Alan who was still passed out.

I heard what he was saying, and thinking about it made me angry and jealous, knowing he was right. "It's not the same!"

"Haze, you do realize I have to live with the fact that you have a husband everyday? And you wear his fucking ring on your neck all the time!" He exclaimed, moving his hands in the air. "What, do you plan on giving it back to him?!"

That struck me a little hard, actually thinking about what Austin is feeling, but then imagining having to give it back to Mark.. Having him wake up and find me and...

I felt sick and like I was going to have an instant anxiety attack, but swallowed hard and shoved past Austin, to the kitchen area. "You're just going to ignore this? Run away?" Austin turned to the direction I walked, his voice still angry.

I was hurriedly moving through his cupboards, looking for a glass to get some water in to try and calm myself down. Austin snapped something else, but I was distracted by the glass cup I had grabbed slipping from the cupboard and falling to the ground, a loud shatter ringing out. My stomach dropped and my shaky hands only shook harder as I looked at the broken glass with wide eyes, tears instantly welling up.

Austin took a step forward and I instantly tensed up, backing away a littles as my mind went back to the time I was at with Mark. "I-I'm sorry.. Fuck, I just- I didn't mean to, it slipped.. a-and-" I stuttered my normal response in fear. "I'll clean it up, I swear- I.."

Austin reached his hand out, his fingers barely brushing my shoulder before I violently flinched away, getting ready to shield myself.. A small whimper escaped my lips and I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Hazel.." Austin breathed oh so quietly, sadness in his voice. "Baby no," he cooed, taking a small step closer. My body was shaking, but his voice that was not Mark's was settling me down. His soft touch on my upper arm was helping as well, and then I let him pull me into his chest, crying into him as he held me and brushed my hair back, his scent that reminded me of safety and comfort filling my nose.

"He's not..- He's not gona come back," I stated through my tears more than asked, trying to convince myself more than him.

"He's not gona come back, Haze. You're safe. I'll never let anything bad happen to you, okay?" Austin's voice was soft and sweet in my ear, but he put his hand under my chin, making me look up at him. "Okay?" He repeated.

I nodded and Austin cupped my face with his hands, rubbing his thumbs under my eyes. I breathed out as I let them close, letting the last shakes make their way out of my body. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Don't be."

"I'll clean it up.."

"Stop," he whispered back, leaning down and pressed his lips against my forehead. "Go head to my bunk, I'll be there in a minute, kay?"

"...Kay," I looked down and slipped out of Austin's hands, heading past Alan and down to his bunk. Once I got there I rubbed my eyes and yawned, wishing I had my anxiety medication with me because I hadn't taken it yet today, but I guess as long as I'm with Austin I'll be fine.

Hearing Austin's footsteps, I looked to the side and watched as he came over. He walked down past me a little further, but came back a second later holding something out to me. "Here, put these on, I'll be right back."

I took the pair of shorts of his from his hands as he went into the bathroom. With a small sigh, I slid off my jean shorts and replaced them with his comfy ones, it being warm enough tonight that I don't need a sweatshirt.

I hopped up into his bunk, sliding to the back of it, the multiple walls making me feel safer. A moment later, Austin came back and slid into the bunk as well, pulling the blanket up around us, too. With silence in the air, I snuggled up into his shirtless chest, my eyes darting to the white scar dragging down it. Since my anxiety decided to make a big appearance tonight, I couldn't help but worry again, letting my finger run down his scar.

"Stop worrying, Haze," Austin whispered down to me.

"But.." I started and then sighed. "Am I bad for you?"

"What?" Austin chuckled.

"What if I'm bad for your heart? With my anxiety an-and like all my shit that stresses you out, like you said you think about how I'm married everyday and what if-"

"Haze, stop."

"No, Austin. Stress is bad for you and you should focus on your health. I'm just going to-"

"Mi corazón roto late por ti, mi bella," Austin cut me off, his voice light an beautiful, making me look up at him, his big brown eyes warmly meeting mine. "My broken heart beats for you, my beautiful," he translated.

A sad smile came over my face, my heart skipping a beat. "You speak spanish?" I asked, still whispering.

"Si," he said, making me smile bigger now, a small chuckle escaping. "Get some sleep, we've got some busy ass weeks coming up."

I nodded and rested my head back down, wrapping myself in Austin.

Notes

two new chapters because I love you and feel bad for taking a little while to update!

This is short and whatever, but yeah.. whatever :p

Let me know what you think!<3