So this is my first story! I hope you enjoy it :)
I don't own Austin & Ally or any of the characters used yadda yadda yadda
Austin and Ally.
It wasn't just Austin Moon, or just Ally Dawson. It was always Austin and Ally.
The way they met may not have been the best way, but neither of them could imagine everyday life without each other. However when Ally completely loses it, will they still be Austin and Ally? Or will they finally be separated after years of being best friends?
Austin's POV
It was a pretty sunny Saturday morning in Miami as my eyes opened and I yawned. I sat up and smiled when I noticed the sun reflecting on the picture of Ally I had. I still didn't know why I had that, but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to throw it away.
I lay in bed and felt around on my bedside table for my phone. I grabbed it and went to open up Angry Birds but froze when I saw 8 missed calls and 3 texts from Ally. I felt my heart start beating faster under my pyjamas.
3:24am: Austin, I need to talk to you. Call me back.
7:14am: Austin, are you awake? Something's happened...
9:56am: Please call me back Austin I need you right now! :(
It was now 11:47am. My breathing was heavy but I just sat there uselessly in shock for a couple of minutes wondering what had happened. After snapping back to reality, I dropped my phone, jumped out of bed and threw on the nearest clothes
I raced though the house and shoved on my trainers to run the three blocks to Ally's house. Whenever she needed me, I was there, and I wasn't about to break that promise today.
"Austin honey, Ally stopped by earlier but I tol-" My mom started but I was out of the front door before she had a chance to continue her sentence. As I sprinted down the streets of Miami I started to sweat from panic and my mind was racing with every thought in the world.
Ally never usually over reacted to stuff so something pretty bad must have happened. What if they lost Sonic Boom? What if someone got hurt, or even worse, what if Ally got hurt? I couldn't bear to think about any other possibilities at that moment so I cleared my mind and calmed myself down. I stopped at a corner and started panting, leaning on the wall.
Ally's house was just round the corner so I forced myself to run the last bit and banged on her door frantically. Lester opened the door and his face softened when he saw me panting and sweating.
"Hello Austin. Are you here for Ally?" he said gently, but somewhat nervously
"Yeah! Sh- she, uh, called a- and texted me a- and I ran here as f- fast as I could and" I gasped out of breath. "and I uh-"
"Why don't you come on in, I should tell you what's happened" he suggested gesturing into the house. I agreed and slowly staggered into the house. I was a mess. Why was he being so calm? Why did he not want to worry me? What the hell was going on?
I sat in the Dawson's living room worried out my mind. My whole body was shaking. I wanted so badly to go up and see Ally but he looked like he wanted to talk to me first so I sat and waited for him to proceed.
"Look, Austin...I'm just going to come out and tell you straight away because I don't see why I should drag it out." he started. He breathed out a long and heavy sigh. This must be so much worse than I thought. His face looked frozen and emotionless, which wasn't like Lester in the slightest bit.
"Ally's mom passed away last night."
My face and body froze where I was sitting as I registered the words he had said. My eyes were fixed on Lester's face and my breathing stopped. I blinked and didn't say a word. I just didn't want to believe it. This was so unexpected. And it was definitely not on the list of worries I had. This was way off the list. Way off.
Ally had told me last week that her mom was coming back from Africa and she had been the most excited she's been since...well, I'd never actually seen her that excited. She told me she was a lot closer with her mom than her dad. They did have more things in common but most of all; her mom understood her and always knew the right thing to do. Even though she was in Africa for 4 years, she was still always there for Ally. Just like I try to be.
I had so many questions buzzing throughout my mind. How could this have possibly happened? Ally and her mom had just been starting to catch up. Ally's mom was perfectly healthy according to Ally just yesterday morning. How could something as cruel as this happen to such a good, caring family? To such an amazing girl?
Anger started to boil up inside me but my body didn't allow me to let it out. All I managed to get out was 3, useless, pathetic words.
"I- I'm so sorry" My voice cracked. A tear welled up in my eye and Lester must have noticed I was trying not to let out a sob because he made a small head movement as to say 'Go on then'. I nodded in thanks, jumped out of my seat and tore my way to Ally's room. I got up the stairs and hysterically looked around for the door. I took a deep breath to calm down and walked towards her room.
I gently pushed open her door a crack and whispered her name.
"Alls?" I got no response. I softly knocked on the door and tried again.
"Ally? It's me." After not getting an answer the second time, I stepped into her room. It was messier than usual, with clothes shoved on the floor and her duvet scrunched up. I scanned the room but couldn't see her. I sighed and was just about to leave the room when I heard a small sniffle. My head snapped back.
"Ally? Where are you hiding? Alls?" I noticed a small shuffle underneath her desk. I moved over to the desk and crouched down. I pulled the blanket off from over her head and looked at her. Her usually perfectly applied makeup had run down her face and her chocolate brown curls were a mess. She had tear stains and red, puffy eyes. I had never seen her like this. Yet she still managed to look beautiful.
"Ally, do you wanna talk?" She didn't answer me. She just let out a small sob and turned her back. I sighed and thought of what to say that could possibly make the situation better for her. I realised if I was in her position I wouldn't want to say a word either.
I climbed underneath the desk to join her and gave her a soft hug. Her body was tense and cold. At first she didn't respond, but after a minute she relaxed and cuddled into me. Her head sunk down onto my shoulder and her arms draped around my neck as we sat there, wrapped around each other. She was silent.
"Let it out." I whispered. After a moment or two she started crying. I pulled her into a tighter hug and she sat in my lap, sobbing into my shoulder. I rocked her back and forth as she whimpered like a little puppy dog. This went on for hours.
I would sit there with her crying for days on end, if it meant she would feel even the slightest bit better with my company.
