"She's such a slut, wasn't she just banging like 3 other guys?"

"She's like the whore of all the bands... band whore."

"She just wants Austin for his fame to make her more popular! Jeez."

"Noo! Team HOLI (or team STOLIVER!!)"

"She's fugly, Austin can do so much better.."

I groaned and slammed my phone down, regretting even looking at those stupid media sites. I was only just casually checking my instagram while watching The Night Before Christmas with Alan and happened to stumble across a picture he posted last night. Apparently he took it during dinner when I was laying on Austin's lap, looking up at him and us smiling at each other. He had wrote "Team Austarr!! #thefeels #hazetin" and I made the mistake of looking at all the comments. Normally I didn't care about any of the hate I was getting as long as they weren't dissing people I cared about, but after watching Austin with that slutty blonde girl I was a little angered by them.

"Stop getting yourself worked up, Haze," Alan said, taking away my phone and moving it so I wouldn't torture myself anymore.

"This is so fucking stupid," I pouted, trying not to get emotional.

"I know, but like I said, he's just being drunk and jealous.. not a good combination," Alan tried to make me feel better about this, but it was really hard to just forget him all wrapped up with that blonde girl right after we had sex. I was even starting to become willing to the idea of being with him, more than friend wise, especially after talking with Izzy about it. I loved hanging out with Austin so much and was starting to like him more and more that the idea of being his girlfriend did sound fun, but now I was just questioning that.

I sighed, "I wasn't even doing anything to make him jealous. Oli and I are just good friends and we have been for years. I even told him that. He can't expect me to just ditch Oli!" My voice cracked a few times, really feeling the urge to let my hurt out, but I fought it.

"Hey, don't cry. I might have to kick his ass if he makes you cry and I don't think that will end well," Alan shifted over to me, and made me let out a weak chuckle. "But, just imagine Austin and that girl in yours and Oli's place, that wouldn't look to good would it?"

"Yeah.. I guess you're right, but I wouldn't do it on purpose!"

"I know, I know. Now come on, lets finish our Tim Burton party. Austin will sober up and realize what he did soon enough," he then moved to put his chin on my shoulder and look up with me with big eyes, pretending to be a cat and making me giggle. "Meow."

"You're so weird," I laughed, as did he.

"Yes, but at least I embrace it," he gave me a goofy smile. "Wait! We must get popcorn!" And with that he dashed off the couch, heading to make some popcorn. I let out an exaggerated sigh and let my body fall so I was laying on the couch, taking all the space up. Even though I had wished this night would go so much differently, I was glad at least Alan was here to cheer me up. Normally I would just hang out with Sammy or Kush, but I felt like I bugged them too much. And anyways, Sammy would just get over protective again and start disliking Austin. "If you don't move I'm going to sit on your face," Alan joked, standing over me with a bowl of popcorn.

"Are you asking to make a move on me, Ashby?"

"Are you trying to make me vomit, Hendrix?" He teased and we both laughed while I sat up, giving in.

We started snacking on the popcorn while watching the movie, Alan laughing at himself whenever he would quote a line exactly right.

"Is that my phone?" I asked, hearing a vibration come from somewhere on the couch. Alan shifted so he could reach under the cushion, grabbing my phone that must have fallen under there. He handed it to me and I looked at the random number, not knowing who was calling, but answered anyways. "Hello?" There was a little shuffling that came from the other end of the phone and then silence until the call ended. Weird. "That was weird, no one was even there," I shrugged and threw my phone to the side again, focusing on the movie.
^

Once we finished the movie I told Alan that I was going to head back to my bus, wanting to catch up on some sleep since I have an early set tomorrow, which is true, but really I just didn't want to be here when Austin comes back. I can't deal with him tonight, especially when he's drunk.

When I got back inside my bus I saw Sammy sitting on the couch playing a game on his phone, but then he turned his attention to me when I came in. "Hey! Where've you been? I couldn't find you at the beach," he turned off his phone.

"I went back to the Of Mice and Men bus to finish the Tim Burton party with Alan."

"What? No Austin?" Sammy smirked, and I frowned. "No, he was.. erm.. He wanted to swim," I lied and Sammy saw the saddened and tired look on my face. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just tired," I gave him the best smile I could work up and started to head back to my bunk before he could question me. Sammy always knew when I was lying since I was so bad at it and he just knew me too well, but I really just wanted to curl up in my bunk. So that's exactly what I did.

I took off my shirt that I had put on over my bathing suit and did the same with my suit before slipping into my brothers big sweatshirt again, then going in and curling up in my bunk. I closed the curtain, hiding me inside here, and then turned onto my side, staring at the wall. As soon as I felt the first hurt tear trickle down my face, I reached under my pillow and grabbed my ear phones that I kept there and plugged them into my phone. Music always made me feel better. It understood me at times no one could. And tonight, it helped me fall asleep.

^^^

I wiped the sweat off my forehead as I trudged down the stairs that led off the stage, still holding on to the neck of my guitar. I went over to the back stage manager that had a water for me and I downed almost half of it in one drink, quenching my thirst. I had just went a lot more harder than I planed for this set, letting the anger and sadness I had felt out with my music until it was gone, making me feel so much better. Thank god I had this set today.

Our set manager also handed me my phone in trade for my guitar and I noticed all my missed notifications. That same random number from last night had called again, so I made a mental note to call them back later.
I did find my self frowning when I didn't see one text or call from Austin, but then again I wasn't even sure why he would. I suddenly felt angry again. I did nothing wrong except hang out with my friend! My good friend! I didn't rub a whore in his face, trying to make him jealous for nothing, and then ignore him like we didn't like each other, or like we didn't just have sex! I didn't make him feel hurt..

And with that thought I started stomping over to the Of Mice and Men bus.

I don't care if he's with that stupid blonde girl, sure it will make me hurt like hell and become more angrier, but I at least want to give him a piece of my mind. I wanted him to know what I was thinking. Maybe even see that he was being the dick.

The walk wasn't long since the set we played at was near the buses, but when I got closer I grew confused. There were multiple people in a small huddle outside the bus, some squatting down and wearing bright jackets. I didn't hit me until a couple steps later that they were medics. I started to hurry my pace, the anger slipping out of me and worry setting in. I don't care how angry I was at Austin, I just really hope that it wasn't him. Or any of the other guys.

But, when I saw those big brown eyes and tattooed neck, my heart panicked and skipped a beat. In a second I was running over there, all the angry thoughts turning into worried ones. "Austin?!" I questioned, getting closer and trying to frantically get by the medics.

"Haze?" His voice was weak and made my worry only get worse. I pushed by the medics, not caring that they said to give him space, and noticed Alan and the guys to Austin's right side, also looking worried. Austin was slouched sitting on the ground, leaning against the bus and one hand clutching his chest, looking oddly pale and scared. "W-What... What happened? What's wrong?" The words rushed out of my mouth as I came to his left side and he reached his hand out, which I quickly grabbed while some medics came up and started listening to his heart beat. I felt Austin grip onto my hand when the cold piece of metal to listen hit his chest and I knew that he was scared. "S'cold," he said and gave me a weak smile, trying to lighten the mood, but I was too worried to even care.

"You said it was short, sharp pains?" One of the medics asked.

"Yeah, like someone was stabbing me in the heart," he poked at his chest and I watched as the medics talked in hush voices to each other.

"It probably just is you being to active and pushing your body and heart too much. The only thing we can do for now besides take you to the doctor is to just have you rest for a while, no more crazy stuff. Take a break.. But, if the pains continue after that, don't hesitate to get to your doctor," the medic instructed and Austin just nodded, taking a drink of the water Alan handed him.

Austin's hand was still in mine and I was looking at him intently with worried and confused eyes, which he turned and met. "Let's go inside?" He offered and I nodded, standing up first and then with Aaron's help we helped him stand up. I didn't let go of his hand as we slowly made our way inside their bus and let Austin plop down on the couch.

"Uh, we're gona go explain everything to the fans and tell them we have to cancel our set today... So, yeah, glad you're okay, man. Keep rested," Alan said and then him and the rest of the guys left, leaving us alone.

"I hate canceling shows," Austin said, sounding truly saddened by it. I knew how he felt and how much he loved his fans and preforming, so I felt for him, but that was not one of the topics that were buzzing around in my head.

"What happened, Austin?" I asked and sat on the edge of the couch he was on, not looking at him while he answered.

"Well, I kind of have this heart problem.. It's called Marfan Syndrome. I had to get surgery for it a few years ago, but I survived and just had restrictions on what I could do," he pointed down to the long scar that went town the top half of his tattooed chest.

I now was looking over to him as he talked, taking it in. I couldn't believe I never noticed that scar, and felt bad that I didn't know. I also wished he didn't have this, he didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve the pain it caused or the restrictions it had on him doing things that he loved. Jeez it's like I completely forgot I was angry and hurt with him like two seconds ago.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked quietly. I wish I would have known, I mean what if I pushed him to do stuff that he wasn't supposed to do? What if I was causing him stress or something last night and thats why this happened?

"It wasn't brought up," he shrugged. "I mean we don't even talk about our pasts at all anyways," he directed that comment towards me with a little bit of harshness in his voice.

"But it's not like I have a serious health problem!" I stood up so I could get a better look at him.

"How am I supposed to know that?!" He sat up and then I remembered he was supposed to rest so I don't want to get him all worked up and what not. I ran a hand through my hair, and silently paced to calm the atmosphere down.

"What do you want from me Austin?" I kept my voice calm, trying to contain the emotion. "Do you just want me for sex? Is that all I was? Just someone to hook up with?" My voice cracked a little.

"No, Hazel. Of course not.. It's so much more than just sex for me.. I want you, Hazel. I want to know everything about you," he tried to sound sweet. "And Alan told me about what I did last night because honestly, I was too drunk to even remember it this morning and I'm so sorry." He moved to the edge of the couch. "I was being a dick because I saw you with Oli and I felt jealous. I know I don't really have the right to be 'cause I'm not your boyfriend or anything, but I just haven't had a good past with relationships and was trying to make you jealous, but I ended up hurting you and thats the last thing I ever want to do. I really am sorry."

I stopped my pacing and looking over to him, seeing his big brown eyes that new how to instantly melt my heart. It was so hard not to forgive him, especially when I knew he had a point. "Do you forgive me?" He pleaded with his puppy eyes, making it no fair.

I nodded and took a step forward to him. "I forgive you because I know where you're coming from. And Oli and I are just friends. I don't like him as anything more than a good friend. I don't want to be with him, I want to be with you," the last part slipped out of my mouth with out me even thinking and I bit my lip waiting for Austin's response.

A big cheeky smile came across his face and his eyes lit up while he scooted even further on the couch so he was at the edge of it. "Do you want to be my girlfriend, Haze?"

I was a little taken aback by his straightforward-ness, but a shy smile came over my face. I nodded, "Yeah, I do." I walked over to him now and he grabbed onto my hands that were hanging by my sides, pulling my down so I was sitting on his lap, straddling him. "Good." He stated and was about to go in for a kiss when I hesitated and bit my lip, pulling my head back a little.

"What's wrong?"

"I just.. I haven't had a good past with relationships either.." I mumbled.

"I'm not your past, Hazel. I'm your present," he smiled lightly, "I'm not going to hurt you, not ever."

A wide smile now also took over my face and my heart skipped a beat. "I won't either," this could work. We are obviously both sensitive to relationships and what not, so we can work on this together. We can be good.

We both looked into each others eyes for a moment, his big milky brown ones filled with so much, twinkling slightly. He really was gorgeous, inside and out. I could get lost in him forever..

"JUST KISS HER ALREADY!!" Alan yelled from the doorway, throwing his hands in the air. Both of us snapped our heads over there, but started laughing when we saw it was him.

Our heads turned back to look at each other deep into the others eyes, as if we could see into the others soul, and Austin's hands were resting lightly on my back and hips as he leaned up, connecting my lips with his own. His lips were soft and I pushed mine harder against his to deepen the kiss, our lips fitting together and enveloping the other.

We ended up giggling into the kiss when we remembered the guys were watching us from the doorway and broke away lightly.

Our faces were only inches away from each others and my hands rested on the back of his neck, smiling down at him.

We can do this. We can be good.

Notes

sooo things are kind of offical now???!

What do you think about the whole blonde girl thing? I don't want to make it seem like she forgived him too easily, but he did have a good point and honestly, I would do the same ;P
And Hazel and Alan becoming better friends?:)

Let me know what you think!! I love you all!