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And now, here is chapter four! Enjoy!

WARNING: Chapter 4 is going to be a bit confusing because this chapter would not in Ally's Point of View this time; it would be told from someone else's Point of View. *Coughs* Austin's Point of View *Coughs*

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything that is related to the TV show.

Chapter 4: Austin's coming Home?

Austin's POV

***FLASH BACK***

(Two years ago at Miami Airport)

"Last call for passengers; the plane to Paris is now boarding," announced the flight attendant.

I turned towards my mom and gave her a long hug and a kiss her check. "Bye, mom," I whispered.

"Have a good time, in Europe, sweetie," my mom said, "and be careful! Keep in touch, Austin."

Pulling out of the hug, I gave her a small smile and said, "Oh, I will and I won't forget!" My mom smiled sadly at me and turned on her heels to leave.

After she left, I immediately walked over to the gate and took one last look at the Miami Airport. "So long for now, Miami," I whispered softly. Then, I handed my plane ticket to the flight attendant. She glanced at it as if she was expecting it to be a fake ticket. When she didn't find anything suspicious about it, the flight attendant handed it back to me and I started walking on the bridge that took me towards the plane.

"Have a good flight," she shouted cheerfully.

As I entered the plane, I heard people whispering excitedly about me. Apparently they were surprised that, I Austin (I refused to say my middle name because I dislike it. Why oh why, did my parents have to punish me by giving me a girl's name as my middle name?) Moon was on the same flight as them!

People were getting up from their seats and moving towards me, but a flight attendant barked at them to sit back down. "Why?" you might ask. The reason, my fellow fan, was because we were getting ready to fly to Paris!

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(Four hours later, at Paris' performing stage)

I whispered to myself repeatedly: "I miss Dez. I miss Trish. I miss Ally."

I was continuously pacing backing and forth when I heard a woman's high heels made clicking clacking noises on the back stage's floor. I looked up to see who it was: Kira Starr, my producer's only daughter.

"Nervous much, Austin," Kira asked.

I stopped both my whispering words and my pacing. I smiled at her and said, "Yes, I am."

She gave me a reassuring smile and a hug. "You'll do fine."

I blushed. "Thanks," I said softly. I started to lean in to Kira's face when I was interrupted by a loud voice from the intercom.

"Austin you are on in a minute," said my producer.

"Bye, Austin! Break a leg," Kira shouted as I ran towards the stage.

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(Two years later, performing in London)

"THANK YOU, LONDON! GOOD NIGHT, EVERYBODY," I shouted in my microphone so every screaming fan could hear me.

I heard every fan chanting my name as I made my way backstage to meet my producer, Jimmy Starr. They were probably hoping I would do another song, but not tonight. Tonight, I had to ask Jimmy something really important that could no longer wait.

Jimmy Starr was sitting on the couch, in my dressing room, when I walked in. "Austin, my boy," said my very impressed manager. "You did a wonderful job out there tonight."

I grinned at him. "Thank you sir," I replied.

Everything was quite until the ten minutes of silence were interrupted by Jimmy.

"I'm sorry, but what did you say," I asked.

"Austin, I said we are done with the European Tour. You can go back to Miami."

When he mentioned 'done,'' and 'Miami,' I swore I had felt my heart was beating fifty-five miles in an hour. Yes! I can go home now! Good bye, Europe and hello again, Miami!

"Awesome! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you," I said, shaking Jimmy's hand really fast. I let go his hand and ran out the doors to meet the limousine driver.

"Mr. Bird, please take me to my hotel so I can start packing," I said, shutting the door softly.

"Right away, Mr. Moon," replied my limousine driver.

End of flashback

As I looked at the window, I gasped at the scenery. It was as gorgeous as my best friend and song writer, Ally Dawson.

The pilot's cool voice caused me to end my trance rather quickly. "Attention passengers, we will be landing at the Miami Airport in about two minutes. So, please make sure you remain in your seats until the plane comes to a complete stop. We hope you have a good day! Thank you for flying with us."

I muttered to myself, "Two minutes?! That's way too long. I need to get off of this plane and say hello to the people who I love very dearly."

But I guess I was wrong because two minutes have finally passed. I unbuckled my seatbelt eagerly and grabbed my carry-on item. I waited patiently until it was my turn to get off the plane.

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After thirty minutes of waiting in line for my suitcases, at the baggage claim, I called my mom.

"Oh, that's great you made it back to Miami, honey," said my mom.

"Yes, it is! It's good to be back in Miami," I said excitedly.

End of Chapter four

Booyah, Austin is back in Miami! This story, however, is far from being over! Stay tune for the next chapter! Review. Follow. Favorite.