What's up guys, it's Kf103Pixie here, and this is chapter eleven of 'Let There Be Love'.
*Cool theme song plays*
So, what's been happening? Well, I'm finally getting better, and you guys happen to be the greatest readers ever. 19.5 reviews on average per chapter, that's massive! So, thank you for those reviews and thank you for all of those follows and favorites. You all have a special place in my heart, just next to my love for food and my love for high school.
Okay, call me dorky, but I love going to school!
Let's move on.
Have you guys seen that blond girl through your window that just won't stop jumping and squealing? Well, maybe it's because her best friends are telling her that her crush likes her back and that they would look cute and be perfect together!
EEEEEEEEEEPPPPPP.
All of yesterday, I was sitting in class planning how I would trip down the stairs after class, and I would be unable to stand. He would come in, scoop me up, and take me down to the office and he would stay by me, holding my hand tightly, as the secretary wrapped up my ankle and gave me crutches. Maybe there would be a kiss or two ;). He would walk me to my next class, and even the teacher would know that there was some chemistry going on between us, and the entire class would tease me about it.
Hey…that could actually make a pretty decent two-shot or something!
But, for now, let's just focus on this story!
LET'S BEGIN!
Ally
I fumbled with the keys to my house, trying to unlock the front door, praying that I wasn't being watched.
It wasn't like I was, or anything. I was just paranoid that Austin would find me somehow, and I would be busted.
"Having trouble there?"
My head sharply jerked towards behind me, and I knew that there was a male, around my age, walking up to me.
I sighed in relief. It was only Daniel.
Daniel and I had gotten to talking, and I explained to him everything. I told him about how when our eyes met, when he tried to surpass the security guards just to get to me, how I ran out before he could successfully get into the crowd, and the security guard that accused me of plagiarizing 'Just a Dream'.
After I had relieved the tears of stress, I took deep breaths in attempt to calm myself down as we sat on my couch in the family room.
I gushed out, my voice breaking, "Daniel, he's their father, and I ran away from him. I had a chance to give them a father, and I ran away. All because I was too scared, I ruined the chances of being reunited with Austin. The concert was almost too much, but the second I had caught glimpse of him, I knew that it was worth it. When he looked into my eyes, it felt almost as if my body was lifted and was gravitating towards him. The entire crowd around us had disappeared, and it was just us. He tried to get to me, and I ran away, damn it!"
I stood up ferociously, my head spinning from the lack of air.
How could I be so selfish? Alex and Andrew could've finally met their father, and I took that opportunity away from them all because I was only thinking of myself!
Turning to Daniel, I sighed as he wrapped his arms around me for reassurance.
"He's their father," I croaked, sniffling, "and it's all my fault that the kids don't know about their father, and their father doesn't know about his kids!" Daniel shushed me, running his fingers soothingly through my tangled hair. He swayed us back and forth, but his brotherly hug couldn't compare to Austin's warm embrace when he would hold me for what seemed like eternity.
After I had somewhat simmered down from my breakdown, Daniel gave me advice that I had been failing to find ever since I found out about the kids.
He said, "you know that Austin is Andrew and Alex's father, and it's your choice on whether or not you want your kids to grow up with a father or not. You're not ashamed that he's their birth father, because you're still in love with him, no matter what you've been telling yourself. I know you, Ally, and you're just so confused with adjusting to Jacksonville, even though it's been five years. You miss him, Al, and it's your call on whether or not you want him in yours and the kids' lives."
He's…he's right. For the first time, I feel as though I have control, and I do only want the best for the kids. Daniel is good to them, but I know that Austin would be the one that they want to spend time with the most.
Austin.
Austin
I sat in my dressing room, my leg bouncing off of the ground as I tried to relax in the small chair, but to no avail.
Ally was here, Ally was here! She's still in Florida, and I swear that I saw her. This wasn't just my mind playing tricks on me just like the previous times.
One of my security guards opened the door, and I sprung up.
Please tell me that they found Ally.
He sighed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Moon, but she isn't in the stadium. We can look at the security footage and through the ticket purchases, but that's as much as we can have access to. Are you sure that you want to postpone the rest of your tour?"
I nodded solemnly, running a hand through my hair and trying to calm my pounding heart.
Crashing back into the cushion of the chair, I whispered, "she was there…I know she was…"
This entire time, right when I thought that Ally was never going to come back, I see her. I thought I was doing better––I thought that I could finally get her out of my head for at least one day, for one concert.
She looked beautiful. She always had been gorgeous, but seeing her tonight made me realize just how much I missed her and her beauty. Her hair had grown out, to where it was almost at her waist. She had matured, and I imagined myself waking up to seeing her every morning.
That's why I was so happy the morning after. Not because I was only able to make love to her and show her just how much I cared for her, but I got to see just how innocent and amazing she really is.
I miss that, and I miss her.
Rising slowly, I asked the security guard to ask around, see if anyone saw her.
I ended up talking to one of my own security guards, one that had always been there with me when I'm recording or just chilling out.
"I saw that little lady walking towards the bathroom, and she was singin' one of your songs that you hadn't released yet, 'Just a Dream'. I told her that it was your song, and she said that she was the one that wrote it. She also told me that she's got kids and she's been singin' that song to them before they were born. She said that you was probably the one that stole it. Said that she's been singin' it for five years now." He looked at me, his eyes barely visible through his sunglasses that he was wearing, in an inside building. "Isn't that when 'choo talked to her last, boy?"
My body was frozen and my mind was numb. There was no way that all of this was really true. There was no way that she was there, singing my song, one that no one else had heard.
I had recorded that song five years ago as well, but it had only been in front of the man in front of me and the producer. It's been an untouched file, and only I have it on my iPod, so there's no way that she could've heard it.
But who cares? Maybe this is a sign or something!
I bit the inside of my cheek and leaned forward. "And you're sure that it was that girl in the picture."
He nodded. "But she looked older. She had long hair with light ends, and she's got a bit more developed since when that picture was taken, if you know what I mean," he chuckled suggestively and lightly patted my shoulder, but my stare at him was cold, yet emotionless.
I did not appreciate that, I thought. But, he is one of the only connections I have to finding Ally at the time being, so I guess I can't fire him just yet.
Just yet.
Suddenly, Trish and Dez walked into the room.
I had always stayed in contact with them, and they had always kept their original jobs. They helped me to try and get over Ally, but I think that none of us could move on until we had an actual reason, the truth.
Dez carried in one of his laptops, and Trish rushed over to me and held my hand as we both knew that the truth was about to be revealed on whether or not Ally was really here.
The red-head opened the laptop and set it on my lap, sitting on the other side of the armrest of the chair that wasn't occupied by a certain Latina.
I took a deep breath and hit 'PLAY'. It's now or never.
After going through the footage, I finally found the time of when the Meet & Greet started. I saw myself walk out onto stage, and people applauding me, but I only focused on the crowd, scanning the small audience for that beautiful, familiar hair that lets me recognize her from a mile away.
"Come on…come on," I muttered. I then came to a part where a familiar brunette turned around to face the rest of the back of the stadium.
I paused it, out of instinct. I pointed to her face, careful to not touch the screen, and Dez zoomed in.
There, with a bit of a pixilated face, was Ally Dawson.
My smile grew to where it hurt my cheekbones, but I didn't care about that.
Ally was here!
Trish squeezed my hand excitedly and Dez patted me on the back.
My eyes held a sparkle in them, and I had to refrain from acting out of the blue.
"She was really here," I whispered. My attention turned towards my two best friends, and the three of us decided that we had to dig deeper in order to find her.
I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down.
"Let's go find Ally."
Ally
I tucked in Alex soundly, making sure that she was covered with her pink blanket and had everything that she needed for the night.
"Mommy," she asked, "are we ever gonna meet Daddy?" She looked at me with her brown eyes that she inherited from me. Her mouth was slightly parted, and her dainty teeth were a bit crooked, but I thought that they were adorable.
I pressed my lips together, trying to figure out how to phrase this to my four-year-old. It's been two weeks since the concert, and I think that I'm finally starting to regain my sanity. I guess these little kiddos keep me in check when I need it the most.
"I hope so, sweetie pie. I hope so." I leaned in and kissed her on the forehead, my hand cupping the side of her jaw. As I stood up and turned away to walk over to Andrew, I felt Alex's tiny, soft hand grab a couple of my fingers.
I turned around, wondering what was going to come out of her mouth. In all honestly, I wanted some time to myself to think things over, but that can wait. My kids come first.
"Can you sing us a song?" I knew what she meant, because that song was her favorite. It was also her brother's, which made me question the universe and why Austin would have that song. Yes, it did feel like I was singing with him that night when I wrote it, but I never thought that things would become this weird.
I nodded, turning over to Andrew and seeing him perk up.
So much for being out like a light, I thought, smiling warmly at my handsome, little prince.
The prince and princess do need more than just their queen. They need their king.
I sat up straighter in the stool that I was resting on, the one in between the kids' beds.
Asking them if they were ready, I tucked them in under the sheets so they wouldn't be bouncing all throughout the night.
My hand began to pat on my leg in a steady rhythm, preparing myself for the beginning of the song that was ingrained in their heads from day one.
"I was thinkin' 'bout you
Thinkin' 'bout me
Thinkin' 'bout us
What we gonna be
Opened my eyes
It was only just a dream
Travelled back
Down that road
When we come back
No one knows
I realized
It was only just a dream."
Alex and Andy sang in harmony with me, knowing almost every word, but not knowing how to pronounce it. I could see them singing and playing instruments left and right, since both of their parents are musically inclined. Their dad has hundreds of thousands of fans, and their mom sings them to sleep almost every night.
The song continued on, and we all sang as much as we could, without being too loud and waking up the neighbors.
My kids may just become musical prodigies one day. I guess I better start teaching them as soon as I can!
As we sang the song, I couldn't help but hear a well-known voice in my head that sang along with us. I could perfectly imagine Austin, that same night as I had, singing his heart out to the stars. I could see him trying to figure out why I left, why I had broken all contact with him and the others, why I had claimed to have stopped loving him, when I never stopped.
I still do, and it's almost impossible to imagine loving another. In fact, I've never actually been able to fathom someone without comparing them to the unbeatable blond.
Even to this day, I can perfectly picture being a big, happy family with Austin by my side. It was funny, because I had never once imagined being the father besides Austin.
But, I guess that him never finding out about me sooner was a sign.
I guess this means I have to move on.
"Mommy, why are you crying?" Andrew asked, sitting up and untucking himself, giving me his full attention.
Then realizing that my eyes were in fact producing tears.
I sloppily wiped my eyes with my hands, glad that I had no makeup on to smear.
This is all so confusing. I want him in my life, and I want him to be there for his children, but I'm just too afraid.
I'm afraid. I'm scared. I want him to hold me in his arms when I feel alone. I want him to kiss me when I'm looking for something that's real. I need Austin.
I need him.
All this time, my mind convinced me that I could raise two children on their own, all while hiding them from the rest of the world and their father. And I was hiding their father from them.
Apologizing, I stood up and re-tucked Andrew, and ran my fingers through Alex's long, blond hair. "I'm sorry, it's just that Mommy's had a long, hard day." It was true, but it wasn't just today. I had been distraught ever since the concert, somehow able to conceal it until this point in time.
Turning off the light and closing the door to their bedroom quietly, I sped towards my room and closed the door, running towards a drawer. I opened it and my shaking fingers scrambled through the items, my body racking with quiet sobs.
The minute I came into contact with the one, hard-copy photo I had kept of Austin, I clutched it to my chest and fell on my bed.
This was the first breakdown I've had in a while. I miss him so, so, much, and I feel as though only the man I love can fill this black hole that's eating my heart while it's inside of my chest.
My mind is screaming at me that I need to move on from him, but my heart's telling me that I should never let him go.
Don't let go, it whispered.
I brought the picture from my chest and looked at it, letting the sight of love in his eyes overwhelm me.
Every time I had blinked, new tears had fallen. Even when they were closed, I still had some way of crying myself dry.
"I need you," I whispered. "I love you."
Austin
Trish and I scrolled through all of the ticket purchases that were made through a credit or debit card. It was agonizing, because, for some damn reason, they couldn't be organized in alphabetical order.
Thankfully, Trish still had her ways when I came to persuading people to getting what she wanted. And that come in handy in a time like this.
Finally, after ten more minutes of looking, we finally found her.
I pestered, "click on it, click on it!" We were this close to finding Ally, and there was no way in Hell that I would give up now.
Trish smacked me upside the head for rushing her, but she understood as to why I was doing this. She then proceeded to yell at me in Spanish, then mutter a few, incoherent words under her breath.
The information chart came up, listing her credit card number, phone number, address, and a few other things, but what stood out to me most was the phone number, address, and relationship status.
I breathed out, "guys, she's single, I still have a chance." Then after, I whipped out my phone and copied down some of the information. I had also copied down her emergency contact, who was a dude named 'Daniel'.
Anger began to boil inside of me. Who knows what their history was?
Maybe I don't have my chance…
It was odd seeing Ally again and having the chance to talk to her, because I don't believe there's a day that's gone by where I don't think about her.
Most of my songs that I've released since she's left are about her. I had never released 'Just a Dream', all because it was too personal. My highest hope was that she would hear at least one of those songs on the radio, and come back, even though she was probably over me by that time.
It was a pain for me to go through Valentine's Day, seeing all the happy couples that reminded me so much of Ally and myself. They don't have to rub it in! They don't have to flaunt that they're so happy with the ones that they love, when I don't even know where mine is to begin with!
I need you…I love you…
Happy that Austin and Ally are finally finding each other?
There's actually something that I want to point out:
Just because this story is Rated M does not mean that there's going to be sex every chapter. This is Rated M becausethere are a few smut scenes, and there will be in the future, but I believe in developing emotions in a character throughout a multi-chap story. That's just the way I am, and I'm sorry that I'm not delivering smut left and right.
Sorry about the rant, just had to get that out!
RESPONSES TO REVIEWS:
xAmityStarlightx—Dude, if you hated the ending to the last chapter, then you must be getting out your gun!
GotLoveForMJandMusic—It was Ally's. The only time I switch the POV is when I tell you guys in bold, just before the context comes up. And thank you!
Luckystarz910—Hey, now they're finding each other! Woo hoo!
Guest—I have indeed left a story open for months, but then I figured out that I'm just going to work on one or two stories at a time, all arranged from most reviews to the least.
Musicismyonlyluv—Sorry if the wait was too long for you!
Rocky1226—On a scale of 1 to Flappy Bird, how addicting is this story?
Little-bit-of-auslly—Yeah, girls can be weird and confusing. I should've called this story, 'Undecided' and see where that would've gotten me.
XTwoSidesOfTheSameCoinX—Well, I guess that's what happens when you miss the one you love!
WriteOrWrong28—When I read the first part of your review, and I, like, "Oh shit, she knows where I live. HOW DID I GIVE THAT AWAY?" But then it said that you were just kidding, and I couldn't believe that I actually fell for that!
Trying2StayHopeful—I WILL PUT AUSTIN AND ALLY TOGETHER IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. PLEASE DON'T DIE.
Zammieloverforever—But, you gotta admit, you would be afraid too if that had happened to you and you were in Ally's shoes.
Taylar5— I resent that! *stands up and defends my ground just like Jazz, then get's thrown out by Uncle Phil (James Avery ):)*
LoveLover13—Just like in my reply to Little-bit-of-auslly, I should've named this story 'Undecided' and see how much people would've responded to that.
Agent Fourtris—And he will! Don't worry!
Lightningthecat— They will indeed be together again! And do I know your name from somewhere? No, I'm thinking of Streaky the Supercat from Krypto: The Superdog.
QUESTION:Saturday morning program that you favor? Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Again, James Avery… :(
THAT ONE MOMENT:When you have a fangirl/boy moment in public with your best friend and everyone thinks you're mental. Good thing it was just us! Oh my goodness, I was insane!
QUOTE BY ME: "People who say that they can bring you out of depression before it's hurting you is like when you're going to fly for the first time, but they yank you back on the cliff. If anything, you must give them a boost and tips on how to soar with their newly-bound wings."
I just happened to make up that one last night, and it sounded a lotbetter back then, so sorry if it's somewhat confusing!
UNTIL NEXT TIME.
BYE.
