AN: I'm currently obsessing over 5 Seconds of Summer, so I'm doing a little songfic (with a twist) for Heartbreak Girl, as that's my favorite Five Seconds of Summer song. (Listen to the Troye Sivan version, it's so good. :))

I picked this song because sometimes I just think we see how Austin is friend-zoned by Ally, and sometimes we don't see how bad Ally is friend-zoned by Austin.

I don't own Austin and Ally, or (a slightly edited version of) Heartbreak Girl. Enjoy!

(EDIT: I've been informed that adding the lyrics was not allowed, so I've removed them. Still listen to the song, though. It's a good song.)

Heartbreak Boy

Ally POV

I remember the very first time Austin called me, crying about a girl who broke his heart. It's a little hazy who it was—I'm pretty sure it was Cassidy, but it might've also been Kira or Tilly—but that wasn't the important part.

The important part was that he was crying so hard I could barely make out what he was saying (maybe that's why I can't remember who the girl was—I couldn't tell whether he was saying Cassidy broke up with me or Kira said it's over or Tilly hates me now), and he was just so sad and despairing, and I just hated how I couldn't be as sad as him. I just… I just want Austin to see that I love him more than those girls do.

I wish I wasn't so obsessed with Austin. If he asks me to do anything, I'll do it. Like, if he asked me to jump off a bridge, I'd probably do it. Which is really unhealthy, and actually kind of scary, now that I think about what kind of power he holds over me.

If only I could tell him how I feel… But he's so caught up in everyone else that he'd never consider me anything besides a friend. A "best friend."

It almost kills me when he calls me his best friend. I used to be so happy when he'd put his arm around me and smile and call me his best friend, but now, it hurts, because I wish he'd be able to call me something that meant more than that.

It's just so frustrating, because it's like re-reading a book; you know how the characters end up, and you want to scream at them for the stupid decisions they make, but you can't because you might know the ending yet, but they don't.

Every time Austin falls for these girls, I know how it'll end; they think they're getting into a glamorous life with Austin, but when they find all these quirks (his love for pancakes, the fact that his best friend is a girl, he isn't naturally very romantic, they drop him and leave him for me to fix up.

I love all those things about him. I'd hold him all night, right up until the sun rose, and I'd be his cure. But he doesn't want me to be that. He apparently just wants us to be friends.

Sometimes, when I feel really tired and angry, I just want to scream at him, saying, "Why are you with so many girls that make you cry? Why do you keep going back to people who hurt you, but you still only give them love? You give and give and give love, and you receive and receive and receive disinterest. When will you realize that the only person who won't hurt you is me? Because you're a part of me and hurting you would be exactly like hurting myself."

And sometimes I think I'll go and do it, and say that to him. But when I go to say it, all that comes out is, "You just haven't found the right girl yet. You'll find her one day, I promise. Maybe she just doesn't live in Miami. Maybe she's in New York. Maybe she's going to move here in a few years. Maybe she'll go to your college," and what never comes out is, "Maybe she's right next to you. Maybe she and you spent all of yesterday scribbling lyrics on a piece of paper, and all she could concentrate on was how nice your handwriting was and how good it looked next to hers. Maybe she's telling you all of this while wondering when it's her turn to be loved by you."

I should really stop being so nice to him. Maybe if I start ignoring him, he'll like me. Maybe that's how all those other girls got him to like them.

Sometimes, I just wish I had the ability to not pick up the phone when he calls. Why do I bother? I know what he's going to say. He cries about girls who don't love him the way he loves them, the way I love him. For once, it would be nice if he called and told me he loved me back, and asked if I would be his girlfriend. But that's a useless wish. Every time he calls, he cries about girls and puts more layers around the walls that keep me stuck in the friend zone.

He's just… he's something. Every other boy I've liked has liked me back, and has been so smooth and calm and collected. Austin's so blushy and bumbling and has liked everyone but me.

Okay, I need to tell him soon. I just… I can't shake this hopeful feeling that he'll love me back. That he'll forget about how he met all of them and all that'll be in his vision is me, that his eyes will follow me like I'm the brightest thing in the room. That I'll be able to convince him that he should be with me and me only. Who knows, maybe it'll happen someday…

He can never see the truth. For someone so smooth with girls, he is so blind to my feelings. I mean, even I know I'm pretty obvious. I think everyone else figured it out, besides him. I don't blame him, though. Okay, maybe I do kind of blame him. Who else do I blame, though? Myself? I couldn't do that. It's not my fault. If I could fall out of love with him, don't you think I would've and saved myself all of this heartbreak? Maybe I should be the one calling him. Maybe he shouldn't be the Heartbreak Boy; maybe I should be the Heartbreak Girl instead.

AN: So… yeah. That was a thing.

Review, please! If you want, I think I could continue this, but only if you guys want me to.

-I Don't Want to Say Goodbye