Okays, so heres the last chapter! It's not as good as I would hope, but hopefully it will be alright! Please review it ! xx

(Austin's POV)

This very useful piece of information that I knew would help me I gained when Ally and I were probably about 9 when she had invited herself around again.

I can't believe I actually remembered this, because my old memories of her were her drowning on about goodness knows what, and I don't even remember listening. But I guess the ears still listen even if you're not really listening.

This had to work because safe to say I'm not that creative, and I'm struggling to think of better ideas, and if she doesn't like this…well I might just die alone- a bit dramatic, I know, but hey I'm confident it will work…hopefully!

I looked around, still sat of the overly cleaned floor of the hospital, the vending machine behind me. Getting up, my knees clicked, from being static for so long, and I walked casually through the corridors, passing the nurses who I was now beaming at- I guess they were used to it, because they didn't seem to be at all fazed, whatsoever. I sauntered past the receptionist, flashing her a charming smile and a small wave.

Her eyebrows raised, obviously amused by my little show, and gave me a smile back. I pushed open both double doors in the dramatic fashion, feeling like I was in a movie, acting very overconfident.

The bus pulled up just as I arrived, and I got in, paid, and sat at the back my arms stretched out over the seats either side of me, my legs stretched out in front. We passed the buildings I had only passed this morning, and it amazed how different it was.

Earlier, I was nervous, and didn't really express myself in an open way, but instead kept myself to myself and just stared out of the window. We reached my home in no time, and the sun was still shining, like it had been this morning.

The car was parked in the house, meaning my mum was back from her morning shopping she did at the supermarket, but I knew dad would be leaving soon to his football match- usually I would go with him, but today I had something more important.

I went past the kitchen, where my mum was packing away from her shopping trip. Food was piled up on the counter tops still in my bags, my mum humming slightly as she was leaning up to reach the cupboard. I went straight to my room, which was covered in music bands, clothes scattered all over the floor, some dirty, some clean.

My keyboard was positioned next to my electric guitar with was coloured bright with a black strap, my acoustic a rich orange colour with a black strap. I grabbed my acoustic guitar and sat on my bed preparing myself for a hard couple of hours.

After much scribbling in my notebook, 5 hours later, coke cans spread across the floor, with several crisp packets scattered everywhere- I had pencil sharpening's in a pile next to me- pages after pages of half-finished songs, and after miss-matching lyrics I finally come up with a song I was proud of.

Feeling satisfied and happy, I leaped off my bed and ran downstairs, notebook in one hand, and my guitar in the other. I said a quick goodbye to my mum, and ran across to the Dawson's house. I knocked on the door ready to serenade Ally.

Ally, surprisingly, answered the door, tears stained her face, and all perkiness had gone. She looked at me in exasperation but didn't have the energy to slam the door in my face, so she just stood there, emotionless. I smiled gently at her, before strumming my guitar softly, starting the song I had written.

Oh, her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they're not shinin'
Her hair, her
hair fallsperfectly without her tryin'
She's so beautiful
And I tell her everyday

Yeah, I know, I know when I compliment her, she won't believe me
And it's so, it's so sad to think that she don't see what I see
But every time she asks me do I look okay?
I say

When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
'Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are

And when you smile
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
'Cause girl, you're amazing
Just the way you are

She had started to cry mid-way through the song, and I had refrained myself from wiping her tears until I finished the song, but now nothing was holding me back. I took off my guitar and lent it against the wall, and then pulled her towards me.

I let my thumb stroke her cheek smoothly, get rid of the tears one by one before I wrapped my strong arms around her torso, and her arms draped around my neck delicately. We fitted like a puzzle, and I knew this was right- so incredibly right. I whispered comforting words in her ear, and rubbed her back, drawing circles with my thumbs on the bit of exposed tanned skin that was between her navy hoodie and light blue, bleached jeans.

She was the perfect height, having to go slightly on her toes to reach my neck, her fingers tugging on the blonde hair in the nape of my neck, making me smile happily. We pulled apart slowly, as a gazed down at her, feeling tears welling up in my eyes.

She lifted her hand and placed in lightly on my cheek, her thumb caressing my cheek just as I had done to her a moment ago. She looked up into my eyes with her big, brown ones that you could melt in although I had never noticed before the last month.

Sure, I was completely different now, and I liked it- I guess it was the apples that caused this all, and the thought made me chuckle slightly. She glanced at me confused, and I just shook my head before leaning down. My lips met hers, and every cliché people had ever told him, came true.

Her lips were soft and plump and so god damn gorgeous. She was so god damn gorgeous, and now I had her.

"You will be my girlfriend, right?" I mumbled against her lips, praying she would say yes. She just laughed a beautiful, melodic laugh that sounded like warm honey, and I couldn't be happier.

Epilogue (4 months later)

I was standing on stage looking out to the hundreds of people who had gathered for the cancer research concert, outdoors in Hyde Park Square. It was a beautiful, May day, and the sun was shining.

My girlfriend and I had travelled up to London for this special event. Dez, Ally's family relative had passed away a couple of months ago and she thought the best way to deal with it was to raise money for the charity so that's what we were doing.

I looked at her, in her pink beautiful dress and her hair was curled perfectly.

She looked at me and smiled, before striking the first not of Paramore's Still into me. It was a perfect song to describe us, and I loved it.

As I looked at her performing her heart out I realised that even over the last 8 years it had been a bit up and down, and it was really hard, yet I knew it would all work out- things like Dez's death has been hard, but we'll trying to get over it, and we are coping okay- my life is so much better now and safe to say I'm really enjoying it, of course having a gorgeous helps.

I know now I can be thankful for a change of mind.

Okay, so that's it! Im quite sad- this was a really awesome story to write and ive enjoyed it! Sorry this ending wasn't brilliant- im sick at the moment but I wanted to update for you guys so I hope it kind of satisfied your expectations, and please let me know at what kind of stories you guys like and what you would like me to try next, and hopefully I will satisfy you it that! I will try and start the new story at the weekend if you guys let me know, so please do! Xxx Thanks for all your support, see ya soon!