AN: Yo, yo, yo! I'm writing this chapter (Chapter 3) before I've posted Chapter 2 because I'm waiting until tonight to post chapter 2, so I don't really know what the response will be to Chapter 2 yet. I hope you guys enjoyed it! (UPDATE: Oh my gosh, sorry, my computer broke down and I had to get some software re-installed, so I lost the next three chapters I had written in advance. URGH. But they've been re-written and backed up, so updates should be fairly regular from now on!)
I don't own Austin and Ally or 5SOS.
Heartbreak Boy: Chapter 3
Ally's POV
And… done! I thought happily, finishing the lyrics to my newest song. I just need to work out the melody and I can put this into my new album!
The song ended up being a slightly dark song about finally being ready to fall in love, and saying that even if everything isn't okay, then maybe people can find happiness in love. Stress on the maybe.
It's just so frustrating. As far as I've seen, love only hurts. Austin's loved so many girls, and he breaks every time they don't love him back. I break a little bit too, to be honest. It hurts me when he's hurt.
It had been a mostly uneventful day in the store—that annoying "musician," an old woman looking to buy her grandson a new guitar, some families interested in buying pianos—the usual, plus a little girl who really wanted to play the piano and excitedly told me how her mom may buy her one for Christmas (even though it's only June) and asked if I would give her lessons. Admittedly, I had a nice time showing the families all the cool options for pianos, and I taught the little girl how to play some scales and told her I might give her lessons if she got a piano. Other than these interruptions, I had been writing and re-writing lyrics to a new song.
Now I was closing up the store. Just as I was flipping the sign from 'open' to 'closed', I remembered what Austin had said earlier.
"Crap, it's my parents. They're having a sale over at their store, and it's crazy busy, plus a couple workers called in sick today." Austin frowned, reading the text that had popped up on his phone's screen. "They want me to head over and lend a hand. I'm sorry. I'll come back over when I'm done, okay?" Austin smiled charmingly at me. If only he knew what that smile did to me…
"Oh. Of course!" I said, faking a wobbly smile. Austin, however, didn't really notice that.
"Thanks, Als. See you later!" Austin waved before jogging out of the store, leaving me alone with only the instruments, a lone customer, and my thoughts.
Austin hadn't been back yet. He hadn't come to talk to me about something that wasn't girls, or write music, or just goof around like we used to.
"Maybe now, all I'm good for is listening to his problems." I murmured to myself. "Maybe, since he can write his own songs, he doesn't need me anymore. Perhaps I'm not as permanent in his life as I thought I was."
And, at the time, it seemed like a very real possibility. It seemed to me that Austin was so distant that when he did appear, it was almost like a dream. And even on those rare occasions that I saw him, he'd talk to me about girls and run off with some lame excuse about helping his parents or Dez or meeting another girl.
Ugh, I wish so badly that I had the ability to hate him. But, I just… I can't. He hurts me so badly, and I just can't. You know what would be even better than hating him? Being indifferent to him. You know what they say: the opposite of love isn't hate, but indifference; for hate is still emotion towards a person, while indifference is nothing. (Do people say that? I don't know. I don't get out enough.)
I'm sorry if I'm complaining a lot. I know plenty of people have it worse than me. But, in case you didn't know, I'm not any other person. I'm me, and I'm not any other person, and I can't be any other person. Everyone has problems, and these are mine. If you don't like them, then ignore them.
I was about to lock up the shop and head back to my family's modest-sized house when I heard a shout from the other direction.
"Hey, Ally!" A familiar voice shouted. I turned to face the person, a genuine smile bursting onto my face.
"Oh, hi!" I greeted.
"How are you, Ally?" I hugged the person.
"I've been great since you saw me this morning." The person joked. "But it's still great to see you."
I agreed, saying, "It's great to see you too—"
AN: Aaaaaaaaand we'll stop there for today. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. (I mean, it isn't that huge of a cliffhanger. Whatevsies, though.)
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-I Don't Want to Say Goodbye
