Hey fan fictioners!

I'm in a happy mood! Chapter 10 got a lot more reviews than I expected.

I reached 50!

Yay! Thank you guys! Ya'll are truly the best!

So here is K. I got a lot of suggestions for that one and I kind of have an idea for it, so I hope it goes well. It has to do with Austin's dad! :O

I really hope you guys like it. I literally thought of it five minutes ago. I have a feeling it is going to be pretty long. Probably my longest one yet.

So enough of my talking, but I will be doing A LOT more talking after the noe shot. Fair warning. So anyway…

Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally.

By the way this is in Austin's prov.

Key

I had never felt so angry in my life. A pit of fire fabricated in my stomach, leaving my insides burning. My muscles tensed, tightening each inch of my body. His words erupted my brain. They played over and over again. I had to get away. Away from him.

So I did. I ran to the safest place I could find. The safest place I felt. Even though it was pouring down rain like the clouds letting loose for the first time and it surely under 40 degrees outside, I still ran.

I ran to the person I knew I could trust. The person, no matter the problem, would be there for me. She was my best friend. She was beyond beautiful, gorgeous didn't even give her justice. With just one glance, anyone would be struck with awe. Her personality was even better. She was sweet, risk her life for anyone. She could never say no, part of the reason she was easily pushed around. But what made her so great was not just her bubbly personality or enticing looks; it was her power to turn your day around. Make the impossible situations look possible from a different angle. The ray of sunshine built in her, shot down on the world, suddenly making it a wonderful- no longer dangerous place. The way she viewed everything from an uplifting angle, made even the grumpiest creatures come out of their shadow.

Ally Dawson was her name, she was perfect and everything I wanted. So ultimately, she was the only one I would come to. The only one I relied on. Soon, the only reason I lived. So when that man let his words slip, I couldn't handle it. The only person I knew who could make it better, I went to.

"Austin? Austin, what's wrong?" She worriedly asked, running up to me as I reached her house. "You wouldn't answer my calls or texts. What happened?"

My breath came out ragged and heavy, almost a growl. "He…He tried to judge us…tried to…judge...you." She looked at me confused, but took my face in her hands. She held our faces close, making me look into her eyes. The place that lassoed my heart.

At that time, we had only been dating for three months, but I was already head over heels. She was my best friend for a while before we dated, but I knew I loved her the first day we met. I happened to stumble into a partly empty music store, one she worked at and her father owned. Story cut short, we became music partners. She wrote the songs, I sang. Everyone knew we would get together eventually. Our bond was so strong, nothing could break us. Not even him.

"Who?" She asked, trying to be light on her words. She didn't want me to explode again. She hated when I yelled, it scared her. But I would never yell at her, she was too delicate like a flower. Her voice soothed me. Angelic and peaceful flowed out of her mouth and into my ears. It sounded like a perfect piece of art on a piano, not one screech. I didn't know how she did it, but she always knew how to ash my anger.

I took a deep breath, slightly uneven. "My father." Once those two words escaped, her confusion was no more. It was replaced with the glimpse of discern, her brow line no longer arched. With those two words, she understood everything. She knew how he tried to control my life. She knew how he disapproved my passion for music. She knew how he hated her, hated us.

She nodded her head, letting it all sink in before speaking again. She held me close, knowing my troubles with my father and how I wished he would be proud.

"He doesn't get it," she began. "He never will, but that's okay-"

"It's not okay!" I interrupted her, anger boiling back in my organs because of him.

"But it is," she reassured. "He doesn't have to get it. To get us, because we have each other and that's all we need. I love you and no one can shake what we have. His words might sting, but you can't let that get to you. This is why you're working so hard to get to the top of the music chain, working so hard for us. Because no matter what he says, both your music career and us, will make it through. You're a better man than him. Remind yourself of that."

She finished her words clinging tight to my shirt. I listened to her words, really listened, she was completely right. Everything she said was definitely true.

"Now," she said keeping her composure. "Think of good memories, our memories to keep you self-controlled and tell me what happened."

Before I told her the massive event that broke my core, I thought of our memories. I thought of the time our friend Dez bought a kangaroo and pretty much destroyed the practice room of Sonic Boom. (1) I thought of the time she and I babysat her neighbor's kitten, pretending it was a baby. I thought of the time we flew kites that ended up getting tangled and torn or when I tried to learn karate and ended up knocking out the instructor. I thought of her second favorite snack that made me laugh; Kit-Kats and Kool-Aid. They were second because nothing could beat pickles. All of these fond memories brought back the joy in my heart and settled on telling the story.

Flashback

"Where have you been?" My dad barked as I walked through the door.

"I was with my friends Ally, Dez, and Trish filming a new video." I replied nonchalantly.

He sighed heavily, putting down his newspaper he was vaguely reading. "That silly music group you have going on will get you nowhere in life. You're seventeen now. It's time to get serious about your career."

I kept myself collected, because I had this rant almost every day. Same old, same old. I didn't break until he started talking about Ally.

"Neither will seeing that Ally girl. She's only bringing you down, Austin."

I spun around, my veins already popping. His words hit my soul, weakening it a little bit more. My throat went dry. My father was actually trying to tell me to stay away from the only person that ever truly had faith in me.

"How do you know what's good for me? It's not like you pay attention anyway." I snapped.

"Austin. I'm your father. You do not talk to me like that. I know what's best for you and she definitely is not. She's a stupid girl with an unrealistic dream. She's not good for you. You could do better."

"I can't do better than her. She made me a better person. She actually believed in me unlike you. Have you ever tried that, "dad"? And that is our dream. Something we share and we're almost there! She's not stupid, she's helping me! You're stupid" I yelled, my arms flailing. I was slightly embarrassed I practically poured my heart out to him, my old man- but I didn't care. I was too busy going off on him. My skin grew red and hot. If possible my hair would've been on fire. My chest was pounding, and I could feel my sweat dripping to the floor. I felt like a man transforming into a wolverine. I probably looked like it too.

"Austin Moon!," He barked. "That's it! You will stop your music career and you will stop seeing that girl! I am your producer and you will respect me!" His voice boomed through the house, shaking the house. I could hear my mom silently crying in her room, but she had slowly become nothing to me too. She never believed in me either and she let dad boss me around like it was normal.

I fought back, staking my ground. This was the only shot I had to show my father where I stood. If it was a time to break away from my dad's grounding hold, it was then.

"No! You don't control me anymore! I'm not your little puppet! Why can't you see she makes me happy? Why can't you seen I'm in love with her? She's everything I've ever wanted. I can't live without her. She helps me every day prove you wrong. We will make it. We will make it together. We'll show you. This isn't about music anymore, this is my life! Music is all I ever wanted to do, but Ally is who I want to share it with. You've never experienced something like that, have you? I wasn't created out of love. You'll never understand what love is. All you've ever cared about is yourself!"

I screamed before running towards the door, every bone in my body bouncing. Every cell in my body vibrating, making me all the more jumpy. Shaking my insides, stirring up more emotions. Before I left, I grabbed the door tight, almost breaking it. I turned to him, not able to look him in the eyes.

"All I ever wanted was you to be proud of me. I wanted a normal dad. Why couldn't you accept that I had dreams? Did you ever think of how much it tore me apart? Well you don't have to worry about that now, I'm leaving. Never coming back. You got what you wanted. We may be blood, but we are not related. Goodbye, Aaron."

And with that, I left to the wonderful girl I was going to marry one day. The girl that completed me. Finally, I was proud of myself. Proud that I was no longer apart of the monster I called my father.

End of flashback

She looked at me sympathetically. She knew how it was to lose a parent, she only had a dad. She hugged my tightly, creating a warmth blanket on me. I kissed her and instantly fell into a deep dream of heaven. We fell to the ground, enveloped in each other's arms.

"I love you," she whispered. My heart revolved around those three words spoken by the brunette beauty. Each time, I swam deeper into the abyss of our love. Our love couldn't be broken, even by our parents.

"I love you too," I smiled as I kissed her again. We laid on the soft, wet grass as it braised our skin, cuddling. The rain, still coming down, sprinkled us. Not wanting to move, or ruin the moment, we stayed there.

Now, we are happily married with tons of kids and grandkids who have their own unique dreams. We married right after I got my big break when I was twenty-one, sending my album to the top of the charts. Sixty years of pure bless God has gifted me. (2)

As we rock in our rocking chairs, I can't help but think how we made it. How we showed my father that we actually did. The girl that has the key to my house, the key to my car, the key to my safe, the key to my heart, has made my life everything I ever wanted come true. Without her, I'd be nowhere- a nobody. Possibly dead, certainly miserable.

Ally Dawson and I proved to everyone who never believed in us, we made it.

Woah! That was really long! It took the whole evening to type it! I really hope you liked it! You actually got to see Austin's dad! He wasn't very supportive. But this is too everyone- if you have a dream, live it! Don't let anyone shoot you down, because you can be what you want!

All but one of the memories is made up! Can anyone guess which one?

In case you didn't feel like doing the math, they are 81. They got married at 21 and have been together for 60 years. 60+21=81!

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So I really hoped you liked this! It seems like everyone likes the jealous ones more! So comment on what you think!

Also, I'm thinking about adding more Dez and Trish! Comment what you think and any ideas!

I told you I was gonna talk a lot! Sorry! Love you guys and thanks for the support!

~Brandy 3