Emotions - (An Original Austin Mahone Love Story)

Chapter 15

Demi Lovato - For the Love of a Daughter

Mariah Carey - Hero

A daughter may outgrow your lap, but she will never outgrow your heart. ~Author Unknown

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- Austin's Point of View -

"Pick it up Austin, let's go!" My trainer yelled. Normally he's a pretty chill dude, but today I wasn't on my a-game. I hopped up from the spot on the stage I was relaxing on and when back to doing push-ups.

Several hours later, I collapsed onto my bed in a sweaty, exhausted, and water deprived heap. I weakly patted the carpet beneath my bed, searching for my secret stash of Fiji water.

Ah ha! I triumphantly twisted off the cap. I drained an entire bottle in less than a minute. I tossed the empty bottle somewhere behind me and started to scroll through twitter.

I got bored a couple minutes later so I clicked on Iris's twitter. Her latest tweet was a picture of her and some boy. The smile was wiped clean off my face. I read the caption.

@IrisGarner filming with this G @Real_Theo_Chase

The boy had blond hair and a goofy smile. As straight as I was, I couldn't help but notice that he was indeed attractive. With his white smile and tanned skin.

Iris seemed to be happy though with the usual feisty glint in her eyes.

Was I getting jealous?

No, that's not right. If anyone has a right to get jealous, it's her. I mean, basically my whole fan base is girls. I decided to call her. As clichê as it sounds, I missed hearing her sweet voice.

It's only been a couple days, but I couldn't help but yearn for her.

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I waited until Austin hung up before turning my phone off and grabbing everything I needed for my bath.

I tested the water to make sure it was hot enough, and then poured in half a tube of jasmine scented bath bubbles.

Still a little kid at heart.

I smiled at the thought. My father used to say that to me before I moved. It seemed like just yesterday that we were that close. I sighed as stripped off my clothes.

This bath would be sure to calm me down.

I dimmed the lights and slowly relaxed into the steamy water. As if I didn't have enough on my plate, my mom was forcing me to call him tonight. She said that if I didn't call him tonight see would send me to live with him.

There was no way in hell I was going to let that happen. As much as she loves me, she always follows through on her threats.

I closed my eyes and tried to reduce the tension in my shoulders.

"IRIS LEA GARNER YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES TO GET OUT OF YOUR ROOM AND CALL YOUR FATHER!"

I groaned and stood up from the tub. I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel. I walked into the kitchen where my mother was unpacking groceries, still in my towel.

"Good. He has been calling me none stop ever since you blocked his number." My mom gave me her motherly look and handed me her phone.

"I have my own phone, thanks." I didn't realize what I said until it came out, my voice tripping with attitude. My eyes widened in fear of my mother's reaction.

Don't get me wrong, usually I am a very polite person, even more so around adults. I guess I've just been stressed out about my work, my dad, and my relationship with Austin. I still didn't even know if we were an actual thing.

My mom crossed her arms and looked at me in shock. "Excuse me? That is no way to speak to your mother like that. You are never to speak to me like that again or else we will be moving back to Texas. Do you hear?" Her tone was surprisingly stern.

I gulped. "Yes mom. I'm sorry, I truly am. I honestly don't know where that came from." I said guiltily.

She nodded firmly. "I understand you have a lot on your plate right now, but so do I. I raised you better than this, Iris. I will determine your punishment later, but for now call your father."

And with that, she spun on her heel and left the kitchen. I stared at the phone in my hand.

I dialed the number. Here goes nothing. I sighed deeply as multiple emotions clouded my brain.

"Hello?"

For the first time in months, I heard my father's voice.

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I hung up and tossed the phone onto my bed. I silently eased myself into one of the chairs in the corner of my room and stared off into space.

The call with my dad went well. In fact it went so well, I was ssurprised I felt this way.

We had talked for about 4 hours. We talked about Texas, my new life, and how my step sister and father were. It felt really good to talk to him. I'm not used to holding a grudge like that. The part that did strike me was the question he asked right before I hung up.

He asked if I would come and spend Thanksgiving with him and "our" family.

Before I could even process the question, I answered.

My answer was yes and I couldn't believe it.