A/N: Hi guys! Thank you so much to the two reviewers of my first chapter! I'm not very used to writing fanfics, and always feel a bit like I shouldn't continue when I don't get much support, but I'd just like to say a huge thank you to everyone reading, and that although I feel like I really can't commit to writing, say, a chapter of this story every day, I promise to try stay on top of updating it.
This year I'm writing exams, so it's going to be really hard for me, so I'm going to try and write a lot when I get the time. Anyways, enjoy the story! And don't forget to leave reviews!
Ally's POV
It was a bright and sunny day today. I opened the curtains and relished the warmth of the rays of sunshine hitting my bare skin as I stood on my balcony looking out onto the pool which was empty. Dazedly, my mind drifted back to the pages of the French magazine, and I frowned, pushing it to the back of my mind like I always did. Retail therapy. That's what I needed. And more sleep. I had an interview for Vogue the next day; I decided to keep my thoughts on Austin for tonight, when I'd plan my answers about him. I slumped down on the leather couch in my suite with a cup of coffee and contemplated upon what else I had to do that day. To my surprise, there was nothing!
That was the thing about living alone, I realized - you don't need to worry about anything. I was living in my own little world, and although I knew that this wasn't the best thing to do, I was loving it. Although I did miss my friends. A lot. As I sat sipping my coffee, I couldn't help but wonder what they were doing right then, without me. Probably having loads of fun - without me. With Cassidy. I couldn't help but frown at the thought of not knowing what 3 years of being with Cassidy must have done for Austin. I mean, 3 years. Come on. He hadn't broken up with her yet, meaning they were probably really serious. She was probably best friends with Trish now. Somehow, the thought of that cut me even deeper than the thought of her and Austin. She'd probably moved in. She'd probably taken my room. How dare she? Oh my God. Stop being such an idiot, Ally.
Then I got a text. From Trish. Trish?
Trish: Vogue, huh? Who's the new manager? :'(
Ally: No one! I could never replace you Trish. You know that.. miss you
Trish: No you don't.. if you missed me you'd come home
Ally: I'd come home if things were good for me at home. Besides, things are looking good for you all back home without me anyway.
Trish: Lol, if that's what you think
I got dressed in my clothes, grabbed my Valentino purse and headed out. I put on the most weirdest looking shades I could find in my collection and a floppy hat, but still got stopped for photos and autographs. Oh well, I thought. I thought back to 3 years ago, when I literally couldn't step out of the house, and smiled to myself and the freedom I had granted myself.
"Ah, bon de vous revoir, mademoiselle! Ma fille est un grand fan. Que pouvons-nous faire pour vous aujourd'hui?" the woman at the shop asked me politely.
I spent the next several hours going round the different shops, trying on this Elie Saab and that Valentino and that Celine purse. I figured I should go and get something to eat, so I stopped at a Laduree cafe round the corner, only to see a tall, awkward looking red-head in front of me. Hell to the no. Dez? What the hell was he doing here? Oh my gosh, I thought to myself. What do I do? I was starving, and I was also really scared. I made a dash for it, only to see his girlfriend Carrie (equally as confused a soul as Dez) staring right at me. I smiled nervously.
"Hey! You look so much like this girl I know named Ally!" she exclaimed, looking confused as ever. "Dezzy, look! Doesn't she look so much like Ally Dawson?"
"Haha, I get that a lot, actually. Hey, I'm in a rush. Have a nice day, lovely!" I said nervously in the best French accent I could muster. By this time Dez was here, staring at me, before I literally legged it.
"Wait...Ally?" he called after me, confused. This is not happening, I thought to myself. I walked as fast as my Louboutins could take me yet I still couldn't avoid the next person I saw.
"What do you mean, she's not on the directory? I've skimmed every single hotel in this city. I want to find out where my best friend is and I want to find out fast. Est-ce que tu comprends? Jerkface," she scowled, cutting off her mobile phone. I winced. It could only be Trish. My beautiful best friend, right in front of me. I could stop and say hi, give her a massive hug and cry my eyes out to the most trustworthy friend any girl could ask for. But I simply couldn't face her. Not today.
I walked past her as naturally yet quickly as I could but it seemed that today simply wasn't my day.
"Hey, excuse me! Excuses-moi? I dropped French in 8th grade, sorry! Will you help me?" she called after me.
I walked faster.
"Hey! I just want some directions. Rude!"
I walked faster and faster until I could practically feel her following me (which she wasn't) so I ran in my 8 inch heels right across the road, nearly tripping until all I saw was a bright light and a strong arm pulling me across onto the pavement. I was in a daze, my head pressed against this random guy's chest.
"Gosh, you nearly got run over. Do you speak English? Parlez-vous anglais?"
Wait...that voice. It couldn't be. No. What did I do to deserve this.
"Oh God," I whispered, looking up into the warm, brown eyes of Austin Moon himself. I nearly fainted. My legs turned to jelly. I could have sworn my heels had snapped off.
"Ally," he whispered back, and for a while all we did was stare at each other in shock. Until I regained my composure and finally broke off and started to run, my feet blistering and mouth wide open in shock. He was following me. He was running after me. Oh. My. God.
"Hey, you don't really think that you're gonna outpace me in those massive things, do you? Take them off, you're gonna be taller than me...I don't like that," he laughed, and I turned back and glared at him before screaming and kicking at him when he put his hand over my mouth and pulled me into a narrow alleyway. "Shut up, drama queen," he laughed.
"What are you laughing at? This isn't funny. This is anything but funny."
"This is three years worth of laughter too funny. You really thought you could hide forever and we wouldn't meet by chance?" he smiled, euphoric. He had me against a wall. I was going to scream. I was going to scream that I was about to be raped. Seriously.
"This can't be happening...not yet," I say out loud to myself. "What the hell are you doing here, Austin? All of you!"
"It's fashion week! Cassidy's modelling for Valentino so I said I'd come with her!"
I looked at him doubtfully.
"Trish and Dez too?" I scowled.
"Carrie's modelling for some Elie Saab...God knows what that is," he replied. What an idiot. "And Trish...I think she really wants to see you."
"You mean to tell me you came to Paris merely to support Cassidy. Cool," I said slowly.
"I wouldn't say I had no ulterior motives," he responded, smiling that smile that would make any girl fall in love instantly. "You must really have tipped your hotel off a lot of money. How much did you pay them? We couldn't find you anywhere."
"I like my privacy," I said, folding my arms. "In the world that I live in I'm willing to pay for my privacy if I have to. What's your problem?"
"My problem is that it's been three years and you still want to hide from me?"
"I like my life without you in it," I confess, and for a moment, a very quick moment, he looked upset, but then he smiled again.
"You like your life without this in it?" he asked, then he kissed me, very softly and very slowly, and that seemed to be all that mattered. "Because I sure as hell don't" he whispered against my hair, my head in his neck. I was hugging him, I soon realized, and he was hugging me back.
Then I snapped out of my little dream world and started walking away, realizing what I was getting myself into.
"Where are you going? I only just saw you!" Austin complained. "Why do you have to be so complicated all the time?"
"Because that's what we are! Complicated. Complicated isn't something I can live with for the rest of my life."
"Fine. But you lived with complicated for more than a year, last time I checked," he commented.
"Your point?"
"Meaning you can live with complicated for one night. Let me take you to dinner. Just once. I just want to talk. Please?" he pleaded with me.
"Fine. One night."
He looked satisfied with himself.
"Where are you staying?" he asked, looking victorious. Haha. Not today.
"Um...why don't we just meet...here? People will see us on the streets."
"Whatever you say, beautiful-"
"Stop it. Don't call me that. You have a girlfriend, Austin. Grow up," I exclaimed, before turning my back to him and walking away smiling. Stop smiling Ally! Grow up, for God's sake.
"I look forward to it!" he called.
"Whatever!" I called back.
And just like that, I realized, my three wholesome years of Parisian bliss, had become a mere facade. I ran up to my suite, opened up my wardrobe and began picking out the most exquisite pieces I owned. Feeling giddy, I realized how silly I was being, picking out outfits that were worth more than my room itself. Oh well, I smiled. I'm in Paris. I have an excuse. My phone buzzed.
Austin: Our alley way, 8? I'll be waiting
Ally: I'm sure you will
Austin: Don't act like you're not excited too.
Ally: Well I'm not. I promise.
Austin: Whatever you say, beautiful.
A/N: What's gonna happen at Austin and Ally's first date in 3 years of not seeing each other? Posting the next chapter when I get to 20 reviews. Thanks so much for reading, please review though. I hate writing and not knowing what you all think!