Promise I'll Leave

Part One

You've heard it before, right? That a good, sweet, innocent boy turns into a jerk face with an ego problem bastard! Once they get into the business of fame. Well I did too, except I never really thought much about it. Much less that it would happen to Austin, my Austin. The one that always put his friends before fame. The one that I would write songs with and laugh at our sleepy faces in three in the morning when we were pulling an all-nighter. The one that would come running from wherever he was or stop whatever he was doing as soon as I would tell him that I needed him for comfort or heard from Trish or Dez that I wasn't feeling good. Yea… I never thought that I would find myself in this situation.

I'm waiting for the hostess to introduce me to the guests of all these people. Tonight's the big party for Austin's third album release. Tonight is going to be a big night, but not for the reason that all these people are gathered here. Even though half of the people won't know it, I will k now the reason. Trish and Dez will know too. I only wonder if Austin will know too. I wonder if he'll read through the lines of the song and know everything that I was willing to do for him but I guess he might never really know.

After the release of his first album and with it being a hit, his producer and label, Jimmy Starr, started to give more luxuries to him which I was not against, but getting more things and having more fans changed something in him. At first it were simple things like he couldn't hang out because he had to do interviews or had to hid from the crazy fans and paparazzi and the like but then he couldn't hang out because he was choosing to hang out with Lady Gaga or Justin Bevier and Selena Gomez. I have nothing against those people but seeing Austin chose them over Team Austin, did hurt a bit even though Dez, Trish, and I still tried to keep the tradition going. By the time we got to the second album, he was already starting to become cocky, a side that I do not like to see. When we would try to tell him something, like he never has time for us or that when he is with us, he's always complaining how he could be in Italy or somewhere else with other stars and be having a better time, or worst of all… he would rub in our faces, especially mine, how great he is for being famous and how we were nobodies or in my case, chose to be a nobody because for areally smart girl in AP Calculus, I apparently am really stupid for not getting over my stage fright, and the sad part of this sentence is that it's the exact words he told me the last time we tried to write a song together.

"Now please welcome, Austin's songwriter and friend, Ally Dawson on stage," I hear the hostess in a fake cheery tone call my name. I'm not sure what's making me do this but I'm trying my hardest to forget the people that are most likely to stare at me once I start to play…. Well there's always the hope that I'll just be average so then they won't really pay attention to me. I keep chanting that I need to do this to show Austin how I can move on from him, but I think that we both know that I won't. Because as much as I wish I could say that the boy I yelled at for playing the drums with corndogs from my dad's music store didn't made an impact on my life, would be a huge understatement. Or that now that he's a player with a two-time pig face, I hate him and I am flattered to be out of his life, would be a great big lie that I'm sure anyone within a hundred feet from me would be able to realize. But the worst part from all of this is that I was and still am, willing to be there for him even if he's forgotten me and has me hidden in the dark. I would come running back to him with one word, when I would have to go on my knees just for him to consider if I'm worth the five seconds thatAustin Moon would have to waste. I take one deep breath before I start taking my first step to the stage. I never really thought I would be getting over my stage fright, but Austin always managed to get me to do a lot of things I never really thought I would ever do.

As soon as the curtains stop hiding me from the audience, I feel a bright light on me and it takes me a while to adjust to it. I feel like I've been caught and my heart rate is skyrocketing. I feel my hands getting sweaty and I'm fighting the urge to go running off stage. I put the best smile that I can at the moment and I softly whisper, "I hope you are all having a nice time and enjoying yourselves. I will be playing a piece that was inspired by many things from this successful road that we have been traveling on. I hope you enjoy it and I'll speak the reason behind it after I'm done." With that I turn to myself to face the piano and I try to think how stupid was the person that told people that if you imagine the audience in their underwear that you'll feel less embarrassed because when I tired that I just felt nervous and awkward. And that's not the prettiest of combinations. I begin to run my fingers over the piano keys to start playing a beautiful melody that seems like it should be happy, but you can't help but get a hint that deep down the melody feels broken and sad. That it's trying to cover up for the fact that it feels tired and alone and is trying to prove to itself that it's happy. Sort of like how I am with Austin. I begin and I close my eyes. Just like how I've rehearsed it, I feel my fingers forming the notes and when I open my eyes for a quick second, I notice that there's a blond head in the front row that's most likely staring at me, but I can only think, "Not so stupid now uh?" I continue playing the melody until I form the first sentence of the song.

I promise that'll Leave,

right after yOu hear these words from me.

We never made it official. We never told each other the basic words of, are you my girlfriend, or are we a couple, but we never really needed to because we knew deep down that we are more than friends even when we would talk to each other about crushes or get a boyfriend or girlfriend that never was around for more than three months. We would tell each other those special three words, I love you, through our eyes and we both knew that. The way we would act with one another and the fact that we always ended up going to places together because Austin "couldn't" find a girl to ask and I "wouldn't" have any guys ask me to go out. We'd always go together and after doing it for a while, it was a tradition such as for the premier of his first album, he didn't even ask me if I had a date or if I was even planning to go but instead he asked, "Ok so I know that you like red a lot but I'm thinking if we can go with yellow for our matching wardrobe for the premier?" We never really went on dates or made it public but we know that we were never hanging out as just friends. It just works the way it does because he's Austin and I'm Ally. We're Austin and Ally and we fit so well together despite our difference. I'm the sun and he's the moon, I'm the rain and he's the nice summer breeze. It's just a fact that we work so well with each other like the sea is blue, and the grass is green, and everyone one has a birthday. It has no logic sense but it just is. And now I know that we can never go back to being just friends because even though we have never shared a kiss, we acted and loved each other more than an actual couple does.

We knew, Trish knew, I knew, even Dez knew that what Austin and I had was more than the average 'I love you like a sibling' relationship. So when the first rumor after the second album, that he was seeing and being caught with a lot of different girls and mostly doing inappropriate things or showing PDA, made me furious. At first it was simple as, "Austin Moon taken already?" kind of headlines when they saw him talking to a girl and when I asked him about it he just told me that they were lies and that the pictures were put in a story that made it be misinterpreted. I believed every time that he would tell me that it was a big, fake, phony lie and defend him whenever someone tried to talk bad about him. As the time passed by being caught with one girl and just talking turned to him having his arm around the unknown girl's waist or he'd be whispering something in her ear and the girl's face would be blushing and you could tell she was giggling. Everyone told me that he was treating me wrong and the rumors about Austin Moon being a player were true but I didn't believe them because he's Austin, and Austin wouldn't have a reason to lie to me because we both knew that if we wanted to try something with another person all we had to do was to tell each other.

i'm not asking for your forgiVenEss.

baby i just want you to listen.

Well I was being naïve. I would keep asking him over and over about all the mysterious girls that he would be caught with, and each time he would tell me another story that I would make myself buy. I would have kept on believing if Trish hadn't invited me to the café on that Sunday morning. Deep down I believe that she knew that Austin was there with a girl and she wanted me to see; even though she always tells me that she swears she didn't know Austin Moon was in that café. Either way to get to the point, I just had finished parking the new car that Austin had gotten me as a thank you gift for being his songwriter and I was walking up to the entrance with my eyes glued on my cellphone when I look up to find my Austin sucking faces with a blonde bimbo. I wanted to go and ask him what on Earth was he doing but as I took the first step I thought to myself to take a picture and ask him later about it. I know that this was wrong of me but I just wanted to see if he would tell me the truth or if the people who kept telling me how he didn't deserve me were right. After that photo came out on the next month's magazine we had the usual routine that Austin and I had when I would find a picture like that.

It was raining that day and Austin decided to give me the honor of having him to myself for one whole day. Not seeing him as much as before, I was ecstatic. I was finally going to spend time with my Austin. We decided to watch movies all day long with hot coco and cuddling on the couch. For some reason I decided to confront him at the end. I didn't know why but something inside of me kept telling me that once I asked him the question, his answer would have taken the mood away. I tried my hardest to soak in as much laughter and happiness and the memory of being with him before I asked. The last movie that we had rented was ending and soon the credits were on the screen. I bit my lip as I started to shift myself from laying down on his chest to sitting on my side of the couch. Austin knew that I would have questions to be answered because of the time of the month it was. This was just expected. I felt him shift his weight as he sat up too and then I decided it was time. I got up and went to the counter real quickly and brought back a couple of magazines before I sat back down. I hear him sigh and start looking through them. I want to scream out loud that I saw him kissing the girl on one of the front covers, or bite my hair but I strain myself from doing so because then he would know something's up.

It stays quiet for a couple of more seconds and finally he breaks it by asking, "So which girl do you want to ask me about first?" I'm still staring at him but all he does is stare at the pile of magazines in front of him. I grab the bottom issue that has her and him together. I nudge it towards him, and for another couple of seconds he just stares at it. "I don't care about all of the girls; I just want you to answer me about this one at least," I told him. He doesn't even think about it when I ask in specific for her. He thinks it's only a routine, except this time it's not. I see him run his fingers through his hair which means he's trying to hide something or he's nervous. "Ally, she's just like every other girl that the magazines have ever written about. I just met her at this café and she was a huge fan so I decided to spend a little time with her. Nothing happened and she means nothing to me. Why do you keep asking me about these girls when you'll know that the answer every time will be no because there's only one girl I care for and that's you," he tells me.

I feel my heart breaking as he tells me these words. He didn't tell me the truth. Why is he keeping this from me? Why can't he tell me? Does he not feel the same way anymore? Am I the only one who still believes that there's something more between us than just being best friends? I have more questions running through my head but I am brought back to reality with Austin calling my name. I only stand up and go to the counter to only bring back a piece of paper that's folded with the car keys that he gave me and I say, "When I come back I want you to be gone." It was raining outside but for me it felt colder in there. I walk out not bothering to change into rain boots or getting an umbrella. I just walk out of my apartment and when I returned I found the keys still on the small table in my living room with the picture that I took of them. I find him nowhere in sight and at that moment I let myself fall down and that was the first time that I cried because of Austin Moon.

do you ever think about those daYs and wished that you had stayed?

do i ever come acrOss your mind, 'cause you're always on mine.

and i can tell yoU a lie by saying i'm doing just fine

As I sing the chorus I look straight at him because after him knowing that I knew his little game it became a constant fight between us two with the whole girl issues on top of him changing. It'd go by him coming over the next day and saying that he's sorry and beg me to give him a second chance and I would say no, to get lost. But him being Austin and me being Ally, I would eventually forgive him and he would be persistent until I did forgive him. It came to the point that the relationship we had was more intoxicating than loving. But that wasn't all; apparently Austin Moon thinks he has the right for everything; including me. When he saw me with a guy, he went all out on me even though the only thing I spoke with the guy was how to get to the laundry mat down the street. He has the right to be sneaking around with other girls but the first time he sees me with another guy I am threatened that he'll leave me if he sees me with someone else again.

Before he's third album was done recording, we had a phone conversation and we were blowing at each other's ears with how the other one isn't supportive or caring or truthful and what not. We were just trying to make the other look worse than the last comment we had said about the other. And then he had to get his big ego in the way, "Ally you're just a friend and not my mom! I don't need to give you a play by play! Why don't you just leave and walk out of my life!" In all the time of this poisonous relationship he never asked me to leave or called me a friend. All I could do was stay silent until I whispered that he didn't mean it; that he wasn't thinking straight but then he had to say no, that he did mean those words and that he doesn't think we should stay friends anymore or in other words see each other as anything more. I kept telling him that he didn't mean it but he did and the last thing I said before I hung up was, "If that's what you want then I promise to do whatever I can to make sure I'm out of your life." I heard him start saying something as good but I didn't get to hear it because the next thing I heard was the beep, indicating that there was no other line on the other side.

but you told me to let go of you, and that's exactly what i'm gonna do

just know that once i'm gonE, remember you told me to move oN.

I guess I'm singing this song as a way to say goodbye to him which I know I won't do because it would be too painful for me. I turn to look at the people and I almost stop playing but somehow I manage to continue. I'm always wondering if he thinks of me when he's with the other girls or after I leave for good. When I promised him, I also promised myself and I think that Ally Dawson has finally reached her breaking point a while ago. To make sure that I get out of his life, I have already declined the job as Austin's songwriter and I thought I was going to go to college but a lot of companies seemed to want me, so I chose the farthest one away from Miami which happens to be Los Angeles.

now we can try to mend what's brOken, try to say the words we haven't spoken.

But we'll just fall again, no matter how hard we try to begin.

caUse every time you that let me down, it seems like you're nowhere to be found

And i shouldn't be asking but

I know that once he hears this song and knows that I'm actually going to leave, he's going to ask me to come back and say to try at least for one last time. But I don't want one more time because it's only ends the same. And it's not the beginning that I'm tired of but the ending is. I never would have given up on that boy. When Trish and Dez started to give up on Austin for becoming close friends again I didn't. When people believed the magazines, I always gave him the benefit of the doubt, even after I found out that he lied to me. I stayed hidden in the dark and I never told him once while he was rubbing in my face how great of a person he was, how many other artist and companies would call me asking me to write them a song or transfer while giving me a raise more vacation days but I declined them all for him. But now I've grown tired of the closest while the person that I'm doing it for doesn't want me. And if he doesn't want me, then that's ok too because for that boy I'd be anything.

do you ever think about those days and wished that you had stayed?

do i ever come across your mind, 'cause you're always on mine.

and i can tell you a lie by saying i'm doinG just fine

but you told me to let go of you, and that's exactly what i'm gonna do

just know tHat once I'm gone, remember you Told me to move on.

I look at him again and I can tell that he's trying to read my expression but I'm not letting him. I keep avoiding his eyes and suddenly he's stare frightens me more than the audience. I feel my heart rate rise and I feel my voice loud and strong. The people seem memorized by the song which I'm surprised because it's a sad song. I wish I never met Austin and I never got to see him smile or him say he cares because the hard part of leaving him is going to forget him and act like a big chunk of me isn't missing because it's all the way on the other side of the country in Miami. I think I'm going to fall apart but I manage to clear my voice even loud and I look up to see him still staring at me and I sing these last words of the song to him yet again.

i never thOught we'd break apart but it's undeniable to my heart.

i always thought we'd be forever but forever turned out to be never.

and i'm stiLl wondEring...

I take a deep breath before I continue. I can't help it as I look up at him to sing the chorus one last time.

do you Ever think about those days and wished That you had stayed?

do i ever come across Your mind, 'cause you're always on mine.

and i can tell you a lie by saying i'm doing just fine

but you tOld me to let go of yoU and that's exactly what i'm Gonna do.

just know that once i'm gone remember you told me to move On.

I play the last note and before I even stand up, the audience breaks into a loud applause and I smile wide that seems like I should be the happiest person because I performed for the first time in my life but I'm not.

I gave you every piece of me

And with you hearing all of that,

I promise that tonight, I'll leave.

I thought this moment would be the happiest and I would be the congratulated with Austin coming out to pick me up and tell me that I did it, but it's not like that. I don't even get a jar of pickles like I did in my dream for performing. I say thank you and that I hope they enjoyed the song and that I'll be ready for any questions about the renouncement of my job as a songwriter in the Jimmy Starr records. There are a lot of gasps and paparazzi taking pictures and I know that rumors are bound to come such as did Austin and Ally break up or did they have a fling no one knew about and the sort. We were so close at the beginning of the rise of his fame that his fans know me as well as they know him because we are never too far apart.

I walk off the stage and I feel broken again. I want to break down in tears and disappear but that'll only make things worse, so I put the best insincere smile I can muster and hid my heart from my sleeves and walk out for all the people who are bound to ask questions. After an hour or so, I decided to leave because I have no other reason to stay. I'm walking out the back door to avoid any paparazzi and it finally hits me that this is the last time there ever will be a team Austin or the fact that there ever was Austin and Ally. I open my door and get into my car before I decide to let myself break down. I'm crying so hard that it hurts until I slowly feel myself calming down. I drive out of the parking lot and I keep hoping that this is the best decision that I ever made because right now I feel like it's the worst and I want to go running back to his party and tell the world that I was just joking about resigning. I'm going to go on the freeway to go to my house to start packing when I hear someone from the back sit saying, "Tonight you're not going home. Take a left on the next light."

A/N:Hey all, First off I want to say I am SO SORRY for not uploading for more than a week on my other stories but school started for me this Wednesday of this week and it's been hectic for me. I haven't even touched my computer to read any fanfics. i promise to upload tomorrow and Monday. And i also apologize for writing this two-shot before the other it's just that the song came to my head and the whole Austin letting fame go to his head went perfect with it and 2 weeks ago i read a fanfic in which Ally does suicide because she can't handle Austin leaving and for some strange reason it annoyed me how people make Ally more dependent on Austin which i think goes with her character but i think she's stronger than that which is why i'm right here and the reason you're reading this fanfic. I hope you liked it and please review! :) Have a wonderful Morning/ sleep (select the one that applies for you) today/ night!

P.S. Sorry for any grammar mistakes and please review