Summary: He messed up in the past; now she belongs to someone else. One fateful wish may be all he needs to win her back. He had one last chance. He better not screw it up a second time. Auslly, AU.
A/N: Okaay! Really quick fic! I estimate that there will be around 5-10 chapters at the most. The idea, legit, hit me out of nowhere while I was in my room the other day, trying to finish my homework… (but failing miserably). 1st chapter won't give much background info, only a few things here and there, but it's supposed to be understandable… chapter 2 should explain everything. If it doesn't, I'll either elaborate it more, or more post will be revealed in the future. Austin, Ally, Trish, and Dez are older than in the TV show… I dunno what age they are, but expect that they should be around 18-21…ish… and it's a bit angst-y… (some people care overwhelmed by fame, frankly enough…)
Warnings: OOC, Not beta'd, swearing/language (Austin's fault. _ Much more swearing than I would usually put in a story, but it's supposed to be kinda angst-y… and drama-ish… and showing the horrors of fame… yeah… some of f-bombs…), etc.
Reviews, comments, or constructive criticism? Yes, please!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Austin&Ally. I wish. But, no.
CH I:
T. H. E. C. H. A. N. C. E.
"I hate you," she spit out ruefully. Her eyes were brimmed with tears that were threatening to fall any second now. She was going to cry again, for a second time. Her face was puffy with tears that spilled earlier.
He visibly flinched at that hostile statement. She usually wasn't that violent – scratch that. She wasn't a violent person in general.
But, she couldn't – she wouldn't – hate him, right? Just a week ago, she told him she loved him. Tell him this is some sort of joke. She loves him! Disprove his ludicrous idea, someone!
"Wait, let me explain before you do something irrational-" he tried to reason, only to be cut off.
"We're through."
We're.
Through.
Two words. Those two sole words pierced through his heart and crushed it painfully. He felt as if his whole world shattered, falling down on his shoulders painfully and suddenly.
He couldn't speak.
He couldn't say anything.
He was numb.
He needed her.
She couldn't leave him!
"I'm sorry." He stood there, motionless as still as a statue. She looked up at him sadly and then broke their connection. What happened next felt as if it were happening in slow motion. She slowly walked past him and towards the exit of the house they have been sharing for two years now.
He followed her figure until she was out of his sight.
He felt as if something inside of him died inside of him.
When she walked through the door, she took part of him with her.
He wanted to shout, to run after her, and to beg her not to leave him, and that he needed her, but her couldn't. His mouth refused to cooperate with his brain – it was as if he were a mute.
Two words.
One huge affect.
His world was shattered.
:::
He glared at the boy she was hanging off of.
Fucking Houston.
He couldn't believe it. She was going for another guy with a city as a name, like Dallas, Trent, himself, and numerous of other, but seriously, Houston? He was the worse of them all, he thought grimly. She had to go dating Houston. Why couldn't she realize that he was still madly in love with her? He didn't want to see that motherfucker. (It was apparent that she would only go for guys with cities as a name. Dallas, Trent, Houston, and himself are only a few of her past boyfriends.)
He swore under his breath as she kissed her current boyfriend on the lips passionately.
He threw his glass cup to the ground in anger.
Was she trying to anger him?
He was already jealous enough seeing her with Houston – did she need to go to such lengths to make him want to murder? Because he's pretty sure he would murder for her, in fact, he would gladly murder the guy she's with right now if she wanted him to!
He would do anything to make her happy. As long as she remains his.
She threw him a glance over Houston's shoulder as if she could hear his thoughts. No emotion presented itself on her face – she was emotionless, something that rarely occurred. Ally was a renown happy-go girl that loved to expressed what she liked to feel – happy, sad, fear, anything – she expressed them all. It was wrong to see her without any emotions.
He felt like shouting to the world that she was his – that she belonged to him, and only him.
She's pretty, smart, talented… she's beautiful – oh-so beautiful – who wouldn't want her as their girlfriend or friend?
Girls were envious of her.
Boy lusted over her.
She was unique and beautiful. And very enticing. Not to mention tempting as hell.
He needed her.
He needed one more chance.
His dark brown eyes narrowed as Houston gripped her around the waist tightly and hoisted her up so that they could make out again.
He pushed himself on the chair and angrily stalked away from the scene. He didn't want to make a scene and staying there any longer would be the catalyst for that cause.
Not today, at least.
:::
The Latino's eyes flashed dangerously in warning.
"Do you know how stupid you're acting right now?" she all but yelled at him.
His eyes narrowed in annoyance. Even at her malicious expression did he refuse to flinch.
"Trish, you may be my manager and friend, but you do not control my life. You have no right to tell me what is right and what isn't. You don't even know what is right and what isn't yourself, so what entitles you to inform me?"
Trish's nostrils flared. She glared at him hatefully.
"I can't believe you would even say that! All I want is to help you, but instead, you accuse me of being – "
"Who said I was accusing?" he added, cutting her off mid-sentence. She, however, continued as if she had not heard him.
" – a stupid retard who doesn't know right from wrong. No one knows exactly what's right and what is wrong, 'cause if that were true, then there would not be any stupid mistakes in the world like war and poverty. No one's sure of that… I'm just leading you to what is most correct, in my perspective." He snorted as she finished her sentence, but refused to respond.
'She's so full of herself!' he thought with a grimace.
There was a moment of silence as they eyed each other wearily, before the Latino decided to speak up again.
"…Do you, at least, realize how much you hurt her?" He remained silent, rendered speechless. His mouth opened a couple of times as he tried to respond, but closed each time as he shook that idea from his mind. He paused, trying to come up with words to explain his predicament.
"No. No I don't. I've hurt her so much in the past. I can't imagine how much pain I've put her through. All I know is that I'm guilty, and I'm going to pain, too. But, of course, not to her extent." He paused. "Do you know how much I wish I could take it back and have another chance to make it right?"
The manager and musician stared at each other in silence as soon as he poised the question.
Trish had always been wise and been the one to keep him out of stupid situation. But that was the past, and this is the present. He's going to do this his own way.
On his own.
Neither one spoke up for the remainder of the time.
…
The tall red headed male nudged his best friend in urgency.
"Dude. Trish told me to come and try to speak to you." He shrugged his friend's nudges away in frustration.
Stop. I don't want consolation.
"Hey, man, you gotta lighten up a bit. I just wanted to give you some words of wisdom."
Stop. You can't imagine how much pain I'm going through. You can't help me.
In the past, he had always gone to his best friend for guidance, but right now, he wanted to take his own path and face this… this situation on his own. He wants to face it head on, to show everyone that he's strong, to show that he's not a weakling.
Another nudge.
"Buddy… Don't wallow in your sorrow any longer."
Stop!
He had enough of the crap coming from the red head. He wanted to be left alone! Why could they see it? Why couldn't Trish and his best friend?
He shoved his friend's hand away roughly.
"Leave me the hell alone, Dez."
A sympathetic glance was cast from Dez.
"Dude, I just wanted to tell you that you shouldn't wallow in your sorrow any longer. It's tearing us apart."
Us. Trish, Dez, her, and him. Their team. Their ultimate team. The perfect team…
One manager. One director. One songwriter. One musician.
"She's in pain, too, man. You're not the only one suffering."
His nostrils flared in defiance.
'What do you know, huh? You've never gone through the same pain as I have! You've always had life easy! Good parents, good life, good friends, good everything! I have always had it hard! My dad was always discouraging, my love life is complicated, parties… fame… everything is rough for me. I've always had to work hard to earn everything. You… you never had to work hard in your life. So what would you know?'
"Dez – shut the hell up and leave me alone."
"Buddy, I wanted to just help-"
Help.
Help?
You can help me my leaving me the hell alone!
"Shut the hell up."
"…" The red head shook his head and glanced to the ground, mute.
…
He stepped outside of his house and onto the balcony.
He growled as dark thoughts about her assaulted his brain.
He screwed up – yes, he knows he messed up big time – but he needed one more chance. Give him one more chance and he'll fix everything.
He'll make everything right.
He wouldn't mess up twice.
She would be his and not fucking Houston's.
Everything will be perfect.
Give him one more chance.
A shooting star flashed before his eyes and into the dark sky, fading away.
One chance.
A/N:
Haven't heard from me in a while? Well here I am! Honestly, I was on a writer's block-ish… I was trying to figure out what to write next, and since this year's almost over, I gotta finish up everything for my classes… I finally got a story idea, and 'Bam!' I started typing this up quickly! (Different writing style, much? I'm trying this style, only for this fic, so wanna tell me how it is?) It's kinda supernatural how you could get another chance, buttttt; it's fic, right? Yup. Fiction. Non-real. Fake. Made up. Other words that are synonymous to it.
But, okay. Regular chapters should be double or triple this size… Longer, maybe? Possibly? Hopefully 3k each chapter… Hopefully its interesting plotline should make up for this shortness… But, anyways! The plotline should be clearer next time around, if you don't get it right now… Don't worry, I'm don't expect you guys to get it right away, at least not now… But if you do, kudos to you! (:
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