Imagine: Austin Mahone Edition *EDITING*

Fuck..

Slowly I sit up on the unknown mattress in the unknown room I'm in, embracing the hangover pounding in my head. I grip the sheets around my naked body, looking next to me to find a brown headed man facing away from me. What on earth did I do last night?
Quietly, I sneak out of the bed and gather my clothes, slipping the articles on as I go. I finish then look at what appears to be men's clothing on the floor. I pick up the shirt but drop it as I realize I have no idea who's it is. Putting on my shoes, I glance to the dresser and see a watch, a silver bracelet, and a cell phone. Ah ha!
I pick up the sleek iPhone and pray it doesn't have a passcode. To my luck, it does. I press the home button and look back at his lock screen. My head turns sideways as I see a man singing and a crowd cheering as the background. Suddenly it all clicks in my head. I tiptoe over to the boy and look at his face. My hand covers my mouth and I hurry out of the hotel room. Holy shit.. I fucked Austin Mahone.