Imagine: Austin Mahone Edition *EDITING*

Over protective boyfriend

Austin grips my hand a little harder and pulls me through the crowds of flashing cameras. "Just put your head down," he whispers in my ear and holds me close to his chest. "Austin what's it like to be dating the biggest whore in Hollywood?" One of them asks and gets in our face. The bright flash blinds me for a slight second. "What did you just say?" Austin questions, letting me go and gets in the face of the photographer. "You heard me. Your girlfriend is the biggest sl-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Austin's fist swings across the mans jaw. "Don't EVER talk about her again," he tells him. He reaches out for my hand and we walk a little faster until we get into the car waiting for us. "You didn't have to hit him," I tell him thinking of what just happened as we our driver pulls out onto the freeway. "Yes I did. He insulted my girl with lies. You can't just do that and get away with it. Call me an over protective boyfriend, but-" he goes on but I stop him by pressing my lips to his. "That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me. Thank you."
He smiles and his thumb runs across my cheek. "Anytime my love"