Please Don't Do This Chapter 1: The Strange Man, an austin & ally fanfic

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Austin & Ally, Pierce the Veil or any of their songs, YouTube, or anything else mentioned in this chapter.

Btw, this chapter has "being sick" in it, so if you have a weak stomach, I'll tell you when it gets graphic and when it stops

"Hey, guys! It's Ally Dawson, and I'm going to do a cover of Hold On Till May by Pierce the Veil. Hope you like it!" Ally greeted her video, an innocent, beautiful smile stretching across her face. Her fingers took their familiar position on her guitar, strumming the beginning of her favorite song.

She sits up high, surrounded by the sun.
One million branches and she loves everyone.
Mom and Dad, did you search for me?
I've been up here so long, I'm going crazy.

As the sun went down, we ended up on the ground.
I heard the train shake the windows, you screamed over the sound.
And as we own this night, I put your body to the test with mine.
This love was out of control.
Three, two, one, where did it go?

Now, don't be crazy, yes, now of course you can stay here.
Been in a touring band for going on ten years.
"Big deal, I guess you're official."
I only said it 'cause I know what it's like to feel
Burned out.
It gets you down, we've all been there sometimes.
But tonight, I'll make you feel beautiful once again.

And as the sun went down, we ended up on the ground.
I heard the train shake the windows, you screamed over the sound.
And as we own this night, I'll put your body to the test with mine.
This love was out of control.
Three, two one, were did it go?

If I were you, I'd put that away.
See, you're just wasted and thinking 'bout the past again.

Darlin', you'll be okay.

And she said,
"If you were me, you'd do the same.
'Cause I can't take any more.
I'll draw the shades and close the door.
Everything's not alright.
And I would rather..."

She heard the hum of the last vibration of her guitar as she finished the song. Another smile that made her eyes sparkle a little was plastered on her face. Without another word, she pressed the button on the camera, causing the video to end. The young college student took the camera off of the tripod and played the video over. A tear rolled down her cheek when she saw herself.

"I'm so ugly," she said, turning the video off; the sight of herself was just unbearable. She sighed, if only she had been a bit more pretty like the other girls, she'd actually do something like put the cover on YouTube.

Oh well, she thought. I just wish I was pretty... or skinny. I'm so fat, why can't I be the perfect weight like Cassidy? She's way better than me. She's also right about me, I'm so worthless.

Ally sighed, turning the camera off completely. Suddenly, she heard her phone vibrating. She picked it up and looked at the screen. "Blocked number, huh?" she thought out loud. She shrugged, pressing "Answer". "Hello? Who is this?" she asked. Before whoever was on the other end of the line spoke, she heard the faint sound of giggling girls and she could have sworn she heard a "Shh!" before the other person said, "Is this Ally Dawson?" Ally was taken aback. They knew her name? "Yeah, how do you know my name? Who the hell are you?" she repeated, hearing the giggling girls once again and getting mad.

"Guys, shut up, dammit!" the voice yelled. "Anyway, Ally, I want to ask you something." Ally nodded her head, even though the owner of the voice couldn't see her.

"What is it?" she asked. She heard the voice chuckle before it yelled so loud that Ally had to hold the phone away from her, "HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE LAUGHED AT YOUR UGLY LITTLE FACE TODAY? EVERYONE YOU'VE MET?" She heard the voice laughing before it continued. "AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR LITTLE ANOREXIA DIET PLAN? IS IT WORKING? I HOPE IT IS, YOU DESERVE TO STARVE YOURSELF, YOU LITTLE WHORE! SADLY IT MUST NOT BE, YOU'RE SO FAT! YOU'LL NEVER BE SKINNY OR PRETTY LIKE A NORMAL PERSON. NOT THAT YOU ARE A PERSON." At this point, the voice was screeching with laughter. Then, it said, in a tone that stated clearly that the owner of the voice was trying to keep a straight face, "Kill yourself."

Three beeps signaled that the caller had hung up. Ally had dropped the phone. Who the hell was that? Why would they call her this late? And why would they tell her to kill herself and say all those things, and just laugh like that?

Ally knew the answer. She knew it ever since she was 12 years old, when she had developed the habit of cutting herself. It's because they want you to know the truth. You are fat, ugly, worthless, and nothing but a suicidal little bitch. That's why your roommate dropped out months ago, to get away from you. They don't give two shits about you, no one does. Why can't you go back to just cutting yourself? Now you're suicidal, a cutter, an anorexic, depressed, and you're even getting bulimia. Why can't you just be confident? The second she heard that voice in the back o her head say that, she knew the answer right away.

There's nothing to be confident about.

"Hey, Ally, did you sleep good last night? I hope you're not embarrassed, but at about one in the morning I heard you singing from the dorm next to yours. I know you sing when you're stressed; what's wrong?" Ally's best friend, Trish, asked during lunch the next day. "I just couldn't sleep... but it was only that type of stress a college student gets. I'm fine," Ally answered truthfully. Funny... "I'm fine" was usually a lie for her. "Well, if you need to talk to me, you know I'm always here for you. I know you're going through some tough times, what with just finding out about your grandfather... hey, next time you call him, can you tell him I said to get well soon?" Trish requested. Ally smiled broadly. "Sure thing."

WARNING: THIS IS WHERE IT GETS GRAPHIC AND NAUSEATING!

After lunch, Ally quickly ran up to the bathroom. Checking to see if there was nobody there, she ran into a stall and made herself throw up the sandwich she just had for lunch. Are you crazy?! she thought to herself. Eating a sandwich. A fucking sandwich! Even if Trish was watching you, you shouldn't have eaten that. Yeah, get that thing out of you, or else you'll get fatter...

Suddenly, she heard the door open. Oh, shit. Stop puking! It took her a minute, but she finally managed to stop herself. Oh well, even if that got out of hand, you still got a lot out of your stomach... that's good, I guess.

"Hey, are you alright in there? Are you throwing up?" she heard a calm male voice ask. "What are you doing in the girls' bathroom?" she asked, shocked. The man chuckled, "I heard you coughing outside. I didn't know if you were throwing up, but I checked to see if the hallways were clear and just walked in. Are you alright?" he repeated.

Ally flushed the toilet, checking to see if she got any vomit on the floor and cleaning up the rest on the side of the toilet. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just got a little sick, that's all..." she lied.

~End of sickening part~

As Ally stepped out of the stall, she saw a handsome young man who had big, brown eyes and luscious blond hair. He didn't look fancy or casual, but he didn't look like the average college student. He was wearing an unbuttoned blazer and a white shirt with dark blue jeans and sneakers. For a second, Ally thought he was a professor.

"Before you ask, I'm a student, not a teacher. I just think that dressing like this in college is more comfortable... I never knew why," he explained, as if he read her mind. "I saw you looking at my outfit," he said as Ally opened her mouth to ask how he knew what she was thinking. "So, are you sure you're okay?" he asked. Ally nodded, unable to speak because of his attractiveness. He smiled. "Do you want to walk to class with me? I could tell the teacher that you just go sick if they ask why you were late. I have a good reputation at this school, so teachers know that I wouldn't lie to them." he offered.

He's so kind, she thought. "Sure, thanks," Ally croaked, still taken aback by his hotness. The two of them walked out of the bathroom, checking to see if the coast was clear before walking down the corridor.

"Hey, I've seen you outside today. A few girls were talking to you. I'm sorry for being nosy... but what were you guys talking about?" the man asked. Ally remembered and winced:

"Hey, skank. Who'd you fuck this weekend? You know, I think that you should quit this college and go to a stripper school. At least that'll suit you better," Ally head from behind her. She turned around. "Leave me alone, Cassidy," she said, her back facing her. "If you want to talk to me, why don't you face me instead of mumbling it so quietly I can't even hear you, bitch?" Cassidy hissed. Ally ignored her, which was a mistake...

"Look at me, you little whore!" Cassidy snapped. Ally turned to face her out of fright. Cassidy and her flock of bitches laughed. "So fucking weak... you'd do whatever I'd tell you to, wouldn't you? Now, turn back around, I've see that ugly ass face for too long."

"Ally?" she heard the man's voice ask. "Huh? W-What?" Ally said, her cheeks going bright red. "C'mon, we're here. I'll go in with you and tell the teacher why you're late okay?" he reminded her. Ally nodded, meaning that she understood.

"Who's that? Miss Dawson, where have you been? You're ten minutes late," Mr. Carson scolded. "She just got sick after lunch. Must have eaten something bad or whatever... I was just bringing her back to class. You don't mind, do you, Mr. Carson?" the man asked. Mr. Carson smiled. "Not at all. Thank you, Mr. Moon," the teacher thanked.

"By the way, I didn't catch your name," the man whispered.

"Ally Dawson," Ally replied, "What's yours?"

"Austin Moon," the man answered, smiling and leaving the classroom.

"Miss Dawson, please take your seat next to Cassidy," Mr. Carson commanded. Ally looked to the back of the room to her seat and sighed. "Yes, Mr. Carson."