Chapter One: Austin's POV

I sped up the stairs, listening as my feet thumped against the hardwood steps. As I reached the top, I slung my backpack on the ground and stared walking towards my room as if I had nothing better to do. I was about to open my oak wood door when my mother called for me.

"Austin," she yelled across the house, "some girl is on the phone for you!"

I rolled my eyes and ran back down the stairs and into the kitchen, swiping the phone from her hands -in which she glared at me for even touching- and put it up to my ear, "Hello?" I spoke into the phone.

"Austin?" a low voice questioned from the other line.

I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room slowly so I could still hear her, "Yeah, yeah, it's me. Are, um, are you alright?" I still wasn't sure who it was exactly.

"No…" she sniffled over the phone and suddenly I knew who it was.

"Ally, is that you?" I asked, worry rising in my voice, making my feet move faster towards the door, "What's wrong? What happened?"

There was a shaky sigh before I heard her clear her throat, "I'll tell you later, I just need to talk that's all."

"Well, I'm coming to get you," I slipped my shoes on while holding the phone to my ear with my shoulder, "Are you at Sonic Boom?"

"Yeah, but please don't come, Austin, I don't want you to see me like this…"

I rolled my eyes, "Swallow your pride, Alls, I'm coming over, whatever you say," and with that, I hung up and grabbed my coat off the rack, "Mom, I'm going to Sonic Boom!"

"Alright, but if you bring any friends back, just call me first," she replied.

I opened the door and stepped out into the freezing winter air, a light snow drifting down from the blue sky. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jacket, rubbing my fingers together and feeling the brush of the fabric against my cold skin. I trudged up to my car and got inside, I hope Ally's alright….

~~~ (Time Skip)

I unlocked the door to Sonic Boom as fast as I could- Ally gave me a key since I basically lived there on the weekends- and flung the door open. I was instantly pulled in by a hand holding onto my arm with a rather tight grip, and then heard the door slam shut and lock behind me.

"Trish, where's Ally?" I asked, glancing around the music store with worry in my gaze.

"She's up in the practice room," she sounded stressed out a slightly annoyed- with what, I wasn't sure.

I pulled off my jacket, noticing how much warmer it was inside than out, and laid it down on the counter, "Did she call you here too?"

She shook her head, "No, I was here when she came back, just watching the store. Ally won't talk to me and she kept insisting on calling you, so I let her," Trish shrugged and started leading me up the stairs to the practice room.

The lights weren't on, but it wasn't dark in the room. I knocked lightly on the wall, where as Trish just stormed in and sat down on one of the chairs with a loud huff. Someone's hormones are acting up…. that or she is really upset that Ally won't tell her what's wrong.

"Ally, are you in here?" I asked softly, walking into the room as quietly as I could.

There was a muffled sniffle from behind the piano, "Yeah, but don't come see me, I look horrible."

Despite her protests, I quickly sprinted over there and gazed down at her. She was bundled up against the leg of the piano, brown curls with caramel-dipped ends spread over her shoulders, a few strands falling in front of her pretty brown eyes. Ally turned away from me when I kneeled down next to her and moved some hair away from her face.

"You don't look horrible, Ally, you're beautiful as always," I tried to sound encouraging, though I was still pretty curious why she was so sad.

She sighed and gazed up at me, "Dallas sure doesn't think so…"

That's when I felt anger boil up inside of me. I should've known that Dallas was going to be the cause of all this. I never really liked him, but I had always been polite around him for Ally's sake. I almost felt guilty for not warning her about him, but I knew it would've broken her heart.

"What do you mean?" I asked, sitting down next to her, though I was sure that I could guess what happened anyways.

"He told me that he found someone better than me, someone more pretty who can dance and doesn't chew on her hair when she's nervous. He said that he never really even liked me in the first place," she stuttered, hiding her face in her hands.

"Oh, Alls," I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my lap, rocking back and forth slowly, "if he can't see how great you are, then he doesn't deserve you as his girlfriend."

She shook her head, "I'm not great; don't say things that aren't true, Austin."

I moved my hand up and wiped the tears off of her rosy red cheeks, "I'm not lying, Ally, you're awesome, haven't I told you that enough times for you to believe it yet?"

"Yeah, I know, you tell me every day, but I just really wanted someone else to think so too," she was still crying and I hated to see her that way.

It hurt to watch her suffer like she was right then, but it was a kind of hurt that I couldn't understand, that I had never felt before. There was this sudden pang of hurt that made me just want to hold her tight, to act like she was the only thing I cared about, to just make her feel like she was the most perfect girl in the whole world.

I looked at her with sympathy, "C'mon, pull yourself together, Alls. You promised me that we could go out for hot chocolate later on today, remember? Wouldn't that be better than staying here and mourning over someone who doesn't deserve you?"

Ally smiled and nodded her head, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Maybe it was the way she looked in the dim light of the piano room, with those pretty flushed red cheeks, or maybe it was the way her eyes gleamed when she looked at me, but whatever it was, it gave me a certain feeling that I wasn't used too. I didn't know what I was doing; I think it was because I lost myself in her gaze, but I leaned forward and kissed her cheek anyway, soft and slow.

When I pulled away, she glanced down at the floor with an embarrassed look on her face, "Austin…"

My eyes widened and I ran my fingers through my hair, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that right now."

Ally giggled and straightened up a bit, "No, no, it's fine, you were just trying to cheer me up," she paused and looked at me curiously, "right?"

I nodded, "Yeah…" I laughed slightly and shot her my best fake smile I could muster up, "right."

But that wasn't right, because I was in love with Ally, she just didn't know it yet, and she probably never would. I couldn't believe she didn't see it in my eyes when I looked at her, but that was Ally, always so oblivious to the obvious. Oh well, I guess she would just never know. Besides, there was no chance that Ally would ever love me back. Or was there?

Disclaimer: I do not own Austin & Ally! Although I wish I did!

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