what it feels like - Austin Butler

thirty-eight - elvis

I take my seat in the second row of the incredibly large theater, right behind Austin. Placing a hand on his shoulder I lean down and whisper, "It's going to be amazing, Aus."

Using his opposite hand, he holds onto mine and kisses it just as the lights turn off and the film begins.

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Three hours later, I'm clapping and completely in awe of Austin, Olivia, and everyone included in the movie. The applause feels like it will never end but it eventually dies down. Austin is thanking everyone near him and when he reaches me, he grabs me tight.

As we embrace I can't keep the huge smile off of my face. "It was beautiful. You were incredible." I'm nearly speechless at the film.

"Thank you for believing in me, Isla." He connects our lips with a kiss, his hands caressing both sides of my face.

"I'll always believe in you," I beam. "If you dream it, you'll do it," I quote the film, with a small laugh.

His smile only grows bigger before he's pulled away into conversation with someone else and I'm greeting Tom Hanks, and Priscilla Presley herself. "Ms. Presley, hello! It's such an honor to meet you," I say, shaking her hand.

She places another hand over ours, enveloping my hand in hers as she leans toward me and says, "You've got yourself a good one there, Ms. Isla," nodding her head towards Austin, "Don't let go of him." And presses a kiss to my cheek. The two of us stand there for a while, admiring Austin as he's listening to Baz speak.

Priscilla smiles at me, as I pull her into a hug. She seems somewhat surprised, but she holds me tightly as I respond to her statement before. "I won't." She flashes another smile before elegantly walking off and I'm silently freaking out inside.

After we've all exited the theater, Austin spends about an hour taking more photos and answering questions from the press, all with me by his side as his personal hype-girl. Eventually, we head back to our hotel so I can get changed for the after party.

Sandra has set out a black knee-length dress with a deep v-neck for me to wear, and Austin stays in the suit he's been wearing all night.

As I'm pulling on the dress Austin seems to finally come down from the high he's been riding since the 12 minute applause. "Are you sure it was okay, Isla?"

"Positive." Now I'm back in the bathroom, re-applying mascara and lightly powdering my face.

He comes in next to me, fixing a few strands of misplaced hair.

"Honestly, Aus," I run my hand through his freshly styled hair, "I don't mind the black hair."

His worried expression turns into a grin, "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." I tease, biting my lip. "You know that scene where you're singing 'Trouble'?"

He steps closer to me, "Yeah."

Now he's close enough to the point where I can feel his sharp breaths on my neck, "I liked that one." I continue to go on about the movie.

"Just liked it?"

I can't help myself anymore as I get rid of the space between us.

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hehe

that trouble scene fr tho 🤨🤨🤨