A/N: Hi everyone, I decided to start a new fanfic. This is based around Ally, in the future where she's living by herself after she separates with her best friends three years ago, starting a new life in Paris. But things change very quickly after her 3 years of peace, and she finds herself drawn closer and closer back to Austin and the rest of her friends. Hope you enjoy! Please review, as idk whether to continue.


Ally's POV

I reclined in my seat and opened up December's copy of the most popular magazine in Paris. I'd always been fluent in French, so reading was a breeze, but my accent hadn't changed one bit. After all, I was a Miami girl, and no matter how much I'd molded to the beauty of a Parisian lifestyle, I couldn't forget the place where I grew up. I scrolled past a few pages then stopped at "les meilleurs couples de l'année","The Hottest Couples of the Year" and skimmed the page. Kim and Kanye, Brangelina, Nina Dobrev and Ian Somerhalder, Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds (I second that!), Ally Dawson and Austin Moon. What? My eyes stopped at number 2 on the list and I frowned.

Last time I checked, I hadn't seen Austin Moon in 3 years? I read on.

"Call us nostalgic, but there really isn't any denying that 3 years past the separation that basically broke the internet into pieces, Austin Moon and Ally Dawson are still in the back of our minds - 2012's power couple are still, in our opinion, one of the most amazing things to happen to the music industry, and I can't see why anybody else would disagree! Our hopes are still pinned on our very own Ally Dawson; Ally, if you're reading this, please reunite with your best friends back home! Although we love seeing you and your on point style on the streets of Paris, we'd love seeing you with Austin Moon again even more! XOXO"

And then number 1: Austin Moon and Cassidy Schafer (Lord, give me strength...)

"But life goes on, and no doubt every single one of our readers will agree with us that Austin Moon and Cassidy Schafer have been the ultimate power couple this year. Everything goals. Everything. We're loving that Austin has finally gotten over the events of 3 years past, and we're loving them together. This year has been a crazy one, and who knows what next year will bring? All I know is that no matter how much Austin Moon and Ally Dawson try to move on (and believe me, looking back at them this year, they're trying very hard), we've placed the stakes very high, and I'm counting on some sort of reunion next year. Till then, enjoy the Christmas season, fellow readers. XOXO"

Ugh. Who did this writer think she was? Gossip girl? Seriously? Did she really not seem to be able to substitute Austin and I for...I don't know! I mean, it's been three years since I last saw him. I won't keep you in suspense. Ever since Austin and I started dating, things escalated pretty quickly. I minded, but it was okay, because our relationship was strong and we really cared about each other. We became the centre of every single magazine and every single website which was okay, because I knew what I was signing up for when I chose a singing career. Everything was great between all of us: Austin, Dez, Trish and I. We bought a huge house and started living in it. It had a huge studio and was basically the home of any singer's dreams.

Then came the girls - Kira and Cassidy. Kira was toxic. She created so many problems in our lives that I don't even know where to begin. Austin and I started to argue often, which got out, and became the centre of the internet. #TeamAustin or #TeamAlly? Then we managed to get Kira out of our lives for good, which was great, but then our parents created even more problems. Since we weren't 18 yet, they seemed to have some sort of claim over our home. Crazy, right? I didn't mind; my dad was a great guy. He'd leave us alone, and it wasn't like there was no room for him in the house. He'd given up his store for us to build the music factory, after all. Then came Austin's parents, who, at first, I felt the same way about. They'd sold their home to repay bills from their store. They were nice people, of course. It wasn't like they were terrible people, but then came the harsh reality of the situation.

Austin's mom had an affair with my dad. Yeah. Just take a moment for that to sink in, sweetheart. My boyfriend's mom and my father. Austin and I were horrified, but that didn't make things awkward between us at all, surprisingly. It just made everything in the house so much more tense than it had to be, and when it got out to the public, we were trending for a whole week straight on Twitter. From that moment onward, both of us were faced with choices that were too hard to be made. My mom flew all the way back from Africa to stay with us, which only made matters worse. I was failing in school, something which even I can't believe, being a gifted A* student and that.

Then came the worst bit, which was being put under the pressure by both my parents to choose between them and Austin. How was that a choice I could even make? Part of me labelled them as being terrible people, but the other half knew they loved me and couldn't bear to see me fail in school and live in a home where there was no happiness. But I loved Austin - I was at that point where I had become so attached to him, and we'd been through so much that I couldn't bear to lose him, or not have him in my life. So I was torn between the three people that meant the most to me in my life. And so was Austin, except he wasn't exactly torn.

His thoughts on the matter was that it didn't matter - we would wait until we were 18 and kick our parents out of the house because he wanted for us to be together. He chose me. That only made things worse. We would be close as anything one day, then the next fight so much that we didn't want to even look at each other, then at night creep into each others beds and fall asleep in each others' arms. The world loved it - the two starcrossed lovers of the music industry, young and innocent. But we really weren't. We'd been through too much for anyone to ever call us innocent people.

Eventually we decided that we needed to stop getting so attached, as one day it would ruin us, and it was a mutual decision. I swear. We both started seeing new people, him seeing actor/model Cassidy, and me seeing her model brother Chace. Things were great at first, although there was a great deal of jealousy being hidden beneath the surfaces.

I liked Chace. I liked the way we looked together, the way he looked, the way he looked at me. It was different to being with Austin, but all I liked about us was how we looked together, like I said before. I didn't want to break up with him, as I knew I might start getting jealous of Austin and Cassidy and cause more problems than necessary. But I could tell Austin wasn't happy either. Cassidy and Chace were just rebounds for both of us to get our minds off each other. Trish and Dez weren't big fans of it. Austin and I started using them against each other to deliberately make each other jealous.

"He doesn't really love you, you know. Not the way you need to be loved," Austin commented one day, amused.

"What do you mean by that? You don't mean to deny that Cassidy's just your little pet to drag around for the amusement of the music industry?"

He laughed. "I'm not denying anything, Ally, but I do like her. I genuinely like her. I'd be upset if I lost her."

"Then what do you mean?"

"You do realize he wants to bed you, and that's all he wants out of you," he said bluntly. I flinched.

"Shut up, Austin."

"Think about it...he only ever wants to see you at night. He never comes over during the daytime-"

"Okay, that's enough. I don't think Chace is like that, but if that's what you want to think, you over-judgemental freak, do what you like."

Chace and I had been dating for several months. I'd met him over at Cassidy's house, and I instantly started crushing on him. We really hit it off. It scared me how attractive he was, with his brown eyes and dark hair, and the way he looked at me was weirdly pleasing. I did like him, I swear, but that was before the day; the day that I came home trembling and nearly in tears.

"Ally, oh my gosh. What's wrong?" Trish asked.

"N-nothing," I said. "We just had an argument."

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, concerned. If there's anyone who stuck by me through everything, it would be Trish. It's a shame I've not bothered to see her in these 3 years either. I'm a terrible best friend.

"Tomorrow morning, I promise," I muttered, before running upstairs, my head swimming. I ran into my room and pressed the speaker button that connected me to Austin's room.

"Austin?" I asked, my voice shaky and muffled with tears.

"Ally? What's wrong?"

"You were right...about everything."

In an instant he was in my room and I was in his arms, my face buried in his chest.

"I'll kill him. How fucking dare he force you to do something you don't want to do with him? I'm gonna kill him-"

"You can kill him tomorrow...for now, please stay with me?" I asked against his shirt.

"I wouldn't leave you for anything, Ally. I love you."

Turns out, Cassidy was at the door, about to knock, looking for Austin since he was taking her out to dinner that night.

"You love her, huh? Turns out everything I considered turned out to be true," she said, and walked away from us.

"What are you waiting for, Austin? Go after her!" I shouted, pulling away, but he remained on my bed.

"I can go after her tomorrow morning, I promise," he shrugged.

"How can you treat her like that after she just saw you with another girl?" I exclaimed, angry, getting up, fixing my hair and makeup and running out of the door to the car to find her. "See! This is why I hate things being like this!"

I drove all the way to their home, unafraid of potentially facing Chace all alone. When I reached, I saw Austin's car already parked up. He got out and gave me a disappointed look.

"I can't believe you'd come here without me. All alone. What if she wasn't home? What if it was just her brother?"

"Fine, come with me then. I'm not letting you lose her," I muttered, and took his hand, quickly dropping it at the door.

"Why do you care whether I lose her or not?"

"Because, Austin! I'm not in on the details of your relationship, and frankly I don't want to know, but she distracts you from me, at least while she's with you, and we can't both be single without something scandalous happening! Don't you get it? She likes you, and you like her! Take this opportunity to get away from the whole "us" situation while you can!"

Austin grew quiet.

"So you mean to say you wouldn't care if I did move on with Cassidy? Not even a little bit?"

I hesitated. Of course that wasn't true.

"Not even a little bit," I lied. He grew quieter. "God, you know that's not true. Just ring the doorbell already."

Cassidy answered the door, her eye makeup smudged but still looking alright.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice hoarse. Instantly, I felt sorry for this girl, this innocent girl who genuinely liked Austin, who genuinely made time for him, unaware of the mess she was getting herself tangled in.

"Can we please come in?"

She let us in, and we sat down.

"It wasn't what you thought it was, Cassidy," Austin started. "Your brother...he nearly forced her to sleep with him and they had a huge fight and she was really upset, so I was comforting her."

"Comforting her by telling her you love her?" she asked, her eyes welling up with tears.

"It's not like that-"

"She's my best friend...of course I love her."

"Don't try and act like I'm some kind of idiot, Austin. I've been reading magazines and Twitter trends long before I even met you. You two were made for each other. I was wrong to have thought I could make you see someone else the same way," she said.

"You know what? You're right," Austin looked like his head was hurting. "I'm out of here. Coming?" He looked at me.

"Um, I think I'll take my car."

"What's going on down here?" Chace came down the steps, looking tired and annoyed from what had happened earlier on.

"Oh, so you are home," Austin commented, walking up to him and punching him square in the face before slamming the door behind him and driving back home.

"You need to go, too, Ally. You've done enough," Cassidy sighed.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you alone, Cassidy. Austin's a nice guy, and he really does like you. I can tell, as I'm his best friend. So much has happened between us that I feel like he can't move on. I feel like I can't move on. Moving on is the best thing we could ever hope for each other. He really can't seem to move on, but I think I can make it happen. Please just give him a second chance; I can tell when he enjoys someone's company," I said, my throat getting thick, "and he enjoys being with you. I won't come between you two again...please just know, that that was never my intention."

And with that, I left, the car journey on the way home a spiral of thoughts ending in one final decision. If you're sad, you might as well be sad in Paris. Blair Waldorf said it best. When I got home, it was pretty late. I opened up my wardrobe and packed clothes very quickly. Then I wrote a note to my friends. My amazing best friends.

Hi guys...there's no easy way for me to say this to you all, so please try and understand why this is the best thing I feel like I can do for myself. I'm going to Paris, for a little while at least, just for me to clear my head and take a break from everything in this house. So much has happened, and I can't keep going on pretending nothing is affecting me while the entire world is talking about it. Why should they get to see us all in such a vulnerable state? Please, try use this as an opportunity yourselves to move on from everything. I feel terrible about just going, but I have to. At this point, I feel like there's nothing else I can do to save myself, to save you guys...to save Austin. You guys are the best friends I could ever ask for, and although I know I'm betraying you all, you have to at least try and see why this could be what's best for me. I love you all so much, and I'll call you. I promise. Please don't try and look for me. I really terribly need some time to myself. I'm so sorry.

xo, Ally

By morning the next day, I was in Paris, where I'd been for the next 3 years. 3 years is a hell of a long time to sit moping about your sorrows. I moved on! Finally, I felt like I was free. Although I missed my best friends, I knew this was the right thing to do. I was living in a hotel room in the most expensive hotel in Paris, overlooking the Eiffel Tower. I'd tipped off the receptionist enough not to let anybody know my whereabouts, and I was loving life.

But everybody knows that you can't run from your troubles forever, and 3 years was simply a miracle that I'd managed to survive without some trace of my past creeping back up on me. I was wrong to have thought I could forget the name Austin Moon forever.