a/n- first story I hope you guys enjoy!

You were getting ready for your girls night out. You'd been so busy with college stuff and Austin coming back from tour, you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. But with Austin at the studio, you figured it was as good a time as any to spend some time with your girls.

You were just finishing the last minute touches on your makeup and hair. You took another quick glance in the mirror.

"Damn, I look kinda hot." You chuckled to yourself.

You grabbed your bag and coat and walked down the stairs from yours and Austin's room to the front door.

Before you hand gripped the door handle, Austin bursted through the door, almost tripping on his untied yellow vans. You laughed and rolled your eyes. "Hello to you too baby." You helped him off the floor. "Sorry babe, I was just rushing home to see you!" Your heart melted, you loved him so much. You both smiled at each other. But his smile dropped when he looked down and saw what you were wearing. "Uhm babe, where are you going?" "Oh, just out with the girls for a little bit.". Austin but his lip nervously, "Are you comfortable with what you're wearing?" You gave him a confused look. "What do you mean bub?" "I mean it's a bit revealing and all, I don't know, maybe you should change." No this dude was not doing this. "Really Austin? You're actually trying to tell what I can and cannot wear? I just wanna go out with my friends." "I know babe, but wouldn't you be comfortable in another dress? Just so guys don't start checking you out or anything?" You crossed your arms and bit the inside of your cheek. "No Austin, I'm perfectly comfortable in this dress. And I don't ever pay attention to any of those guys." Austin didn't know what came over him but he started to raise his voice. "Y/N, I'm not trying to have any of those dudes looking at you or touching you, you're mine!" "Don't raise your fucking voice at me! It's not even that serious. You act like I fucking entertain that shit!" "Well then you can forget about going out then." You scoffed, "Please I can go where the fuck I want." "FINE THEN JUST STAY OUT!!" Your eyes went wide at his outburst. "You know what I don't have time for this, Liyah's outside, I'm leaving. Bye Austin." You pushed passed him and slammed the door behind you. You can't believe what you just heard. This wasn't the Austin you knew and loved. But you decided you both just needed time to cool off. You jumped in Liyah's car and headed to the club.

Austin couldn't fathom what he'd just said. "Did I just tell the love of my life to leave?" He couldn't wrap his head around what had just happened. He felt that there was nothing left for him to do. He felt so ashamed. He hated to admit it to himself or to anyone but the reason he acted this possesive was because he was jealous. But it wasn't a little jealousy problem, it was a whole insecurity issue. He'd always felt that he was never good enough for Y/N. He figured she could find other guys so much better than him. But he knew that was no excuse for his behavior. He kept thinking to himself whether or not she would want to be with him anymore, debating on whether or not she wanted him to leave.

Defeated, Austin ran up the stairs to his and Y/N's room. He started taking a few duffle bags out their shared closet. He started putting all his stuff into the duffle bags. "Why stay? I know she probably hates me right now." After he had all his stuff packed, he texted Zion, asking him to pick him up. While waiting for Zion, Austin took one final look at the room, and his eyes landed on a framed photo of him and Y/N:

It was a picture from the day he asked her to be his girlfriend. He remembers how happy and young they were. It had to be the best day of his life. Austin picked up the picture, giving it a long peck. He set it down on the desk.

His phone buzzed; it was Zion saying he was outside. Austin grabbed the duffle bags and made his way out the door. Zion looked up from his phone in the car, and noticed all the bags Austin was carrying. He stepped out the car, and raised his eyebrow. "Where you goin', bro?" " I had a fight with Y/N and now I think she hates me so I'm leaving so she doesn't have to deal with me anymore," Austin explained, as he put his bags in the trunk. Him and Zion began driving to the PM house. "Why would she hate you? She loves you so much." "She was going out with her friends and her dress was kinda revealing and I just said-" "And I'm gonna stop you right there. Were you jealous or something?" Austin snapped his head toward his band mate"How did you know?" Zion laughed, "Cause I know things. If you are, there isn't any reason for you to be. She really does love you. You should see the way she looks at you. Pure love!" "I'd always figure she would find someone better than me." "Dude, trust me on this one. Y/N doesn't want anyone else."

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You walked out of Liyah's car and headed to your front door. You took your keys out your clutch and unlocked the door. You dropped them in the little dish next to the coat rack. "Austin? Hello?" You tried to call for your boyfriend but got no answer. "He's probably asleep," you said to yourself. You took off your heels and jogged up the stairs to the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. When you got to your room, you saw that he wasn't in the bed. You made your way to the closet and what you saw made you gasp. None of Austin's clothes were in the closet, his shoes weren't there either. You ran to the dresser that held your TV. You rummaged through it and found no sight of Austin's belongings anywhere. You put your hand over your mouth to try and silence your sobs before they even started. Austin really left. You sat down on your bed and just cried to yourself.

You had spent a good 30 minutes just looking at the ceiling playing the fight you and Austin had over and over in your head. You hadn't even changed your clothes. You didn't know what to do. Looking over at your phone, you saw you had a missed call from Zion. Pressing his name, you called him back. "Hello?" You sniffled before you started talking, "H-hey Zion, is Austin t-there?" "Yeah, he is. Y/N, are you crying?" You started crying again. "Can I talk to him please?" "Sure, hold on." You waited and waited. Then she heard the voice she missed so much. "Y/N? Are you okay?" "Austin...Why'd you leave?" "I t-thought you wanted me to," Austin stutters. "Why would you think that, baby? Because of the fight earlier?" His silence over the phone was enough to confirm it. "Babe, just because we fought doesn't mean you should've left. I thought we just needed time to cool down. Can you come home now so we can talk about it?" "Of course babe, I'm on my way now." "Okay."

You were sitting on the couch, waiting for Austin to home. By now you had changed into your pajamas:

You heard keys jangling in the door, and there you saw your boyfriend, bags in hand. You ran to him, throwing yourself in his arms. He wrapped his arms around her so tightly he thought he was going to break her. He swooped her up and made his way to the couch, with you still in his arms. You both unlocked from each other. You look in each other's eyes. Austin is the first to break the silence."I'm sorry baby. I just...I got so insecure. I know I'm not the best looking dude, I may not even be the best boyfriend. I just figured you may find someone at the club who's so much better than me." You could hear the sound of your heart shattering ringing in your ears. " Austin why would you ever think that. I love you so much it hurts. I could never find someone better than you. I said before, I don't pay attention to those guys, 'cause I already have you. I don't want anyone else, and I don't plan on leaving anyone soon." A smile grew on Austin's face. He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. "I love you so much Y/N!" You smiled and ran your hand through his silky brown locks. "I love you more Austin!" " I don't mean to ruin the mood, but I'm like... EXHAUSTED now." You laughed. "Okay then, our bed awaits us!" He smiled and lifted you up off the couch and carried you to your room, where you fell asleep in each other's arms.