AUSTIN'S POV

When I woke up, I felt a little numb. Ally was laying on my chest and Trish had a tight grip on my leg. I chuckled. I -carefully- pried them both off of me and shook Dez awake.

"Huh?" he said, startled.

"Shh," I whisper. "Help me clean this up," I say, gesturing to the mess around the room.

"Oh," he says. He looks around. "Oops."

I laugh. "Yeah. Breakfast is at 10:30 and it's 9:37. We should get this place cleaned by 10 and wake them up."

"Okay," he grins.

"Here, clean up the marshmallows while I bring them to the beds."

"Do you want help carrying them?" he offers.

"No, it's okay," I assure him. "I'll just take them one at a time." He nods and I carefully pick Trish up. I bring in to the bedroom and lay her on the bed, still snoring. I laugh. I go back for Ally and pick her up and bring her to the room, too. She stops her delicate snoring for a moment and I thought she was going to wake up. Luckily she didn't. I close the door quietly on my way out and grab a few plastic bags to shove the garbage in.

Suddenly, Dez bursts out singing Double Take. I laugh and join in immediately.

By the time the song was over, the rooms were clean and we still had 16 minutes to spare. We go out to the balcony and relax.

It was silent until Dez spoke. "You two are great together."

I grin. "Thanks, man. You'll find someone some day."

He grins, too. "Maybe."

"Maybe Trish-"

"Can it, dude," he interrupts.

"Sorry," I say, laughing.

"No, but seriously, man. You guys are perfect for each other. Like your relationship is every horribly cheesy chick flick, plus a puppy, plus Romeo and Juliet and a rainbow and a butterfly and ice cream and everything great in this world all combined in to this one relationship that you and Ally share."

"That was deep, man."

He grins. "I know."

ALLY'S POV

When I wake up, I realize I'm in bed. Trish is, too, in the one beside mine. The door is closed, but I still hear the faint roaring laughter of the guys. I creep out, careful not to disturb Trish. The hotel is spotless. Did last night even happen? No, it must have, the garbage bags by the door are proof of that. That means they must have cleaned it.

How sweet. I grin. I quietly creep back in to bedroom to grab clothes for breakfast. A pair of white jeans and an orange tank top with white sequins made up my outfit today, as well as a pair of white sandals and a bunch of bracelets covering my wrist.

I brush my hair and do my makeup before waking Trish, urging her to get ready. It was rough, but eventually she did. When I'm done and about to leave the room, the door opens, hitting me in the shoulder and sending me flying in to the wall. I fall down, dazed.

"Ally," Austin shouts. "I didn't know you were there, I'm so sorry."

"It's-it's okay. I'm okay... I think," I chuckle.

He helps me up. "I'm sorry," and he pulls me in to a hug.

"Austin, it's okay." I smile.

He grins. He – still looking in to my eyes – pulls my tank top strap down a little. He looks there, checking the injury. "You're okay?"

"Not a scratch. It's all good," I assure him, grinning. He fixes the strap and kisses my forehead.

Dez comes in. "Jimmy just called and said that breakfast was going to be delayed by half an hour. He tried the rest of you first but no one answered," he says matter-of-factly.

Austin and I both check our phones at once. Oops. A missed call.

"Okay," Austin says. "Trish might be mad, though." I laugh. He's right. Trish will probably be fuming because I woke her up too early.

When Trish comes out of the washroom, she looks at us with a confused expression. "Breakfast is going to be delayed half an hour," Austin tells her.

We all prep ourselves for the inevitable wrath.

"Oh, why?" is all she asks.

Uh. "We don't know why..." I admit. "Are you mad?"

"Not at all," she replies. "My hair is being a pain anyway." And with that she goes back to the washroom. Whew!

We all start laughing. I leave the room and collapse on the couch, still laughing. We were all worried for nothing.

Standing up, I fall back down. Whoa. Austin drops to my side immediately. "Ally, are you okay?"

I blink, a little dazed. "Yeah, I," I say. "I must still be woozy from hitting my head. I'm fine." He nods, unsure. I stand up and he grabs my wrists. "I'm okay," I assure him, smiling.

On our way down to breakfast later, Trish and I sit with Dez by ourselves. Austin was going to sit with us but was asked to sit with Jimmy and the backup dancers to sort of get a feel of what he thought the moves would look like. That's okay, he doesn't have to be at my side 24/7. Though it doesn't hurt. I blush at my own thoughts.

"AND THEN I SMASHED A PUMPKIN," Dez shouts to us enthusiastically. Trish is in stitches, laughing at Dez's recollection of his dream. I'm laughing, too. Before all that happened earlier this year, Trish wouldn't even have considered laughing at something he said. But since their kiss and the conversation we overheard him have Austin, Trish and Dez have been closer. Not the way Austin and I had hoped for, but close nonetheless.

It was Friday and tomorrow night was Austin's first show. The first performance to really kick off his tour. It had to be perfect. He was meeting with the special effects team later and had his first rehearsal later. I was so excited to be a part of it.

Once Jimmy said breakfast was over and we could go back to our rooms, I decided I wanted a nice cool bath. The heat was really getting to me. I texted Austin instead of going over to his table because I didn't want to interrupt his conversation.

I'm going back upstairs to take a bath. Text me on your way up. Xoxo

Just after I say goodbye to Trish and Dez I go upstairs. As I'm waiting for the elevator, I swear I hear more camera shutters but I turn around to see busy people, none of whom appear to be the type to give me the type of day and take my picture.

Whatever, I'm just paranoid.