What's up? I'm Kf103Pixie, and this is chapter 12 of 'Let There Be Love'.
To get started, I would just like to say that seeing Demi Lovato in concert in her hometown was absolutely incredible. I was rendered speechless when the curtains rose and she appeared. The girls in Little Mix are immaculate dancers, and the girls of Fifth Harmony have pretty amazing voices. The only thing I would suggest with Fifth Harmony is that they don't have every breath they take scheduled. They don't own the stage like they're meant to be on it—they just use it as a platform beneath their feet as they move in synchronization with their choreographed steps. The songs were pretty catchy, but they didn't lose themselves in the music like they should've. Otherwise, watching Collins Key preform magic tricks blew my mind, and I could only imagine being able to pull that off.
Anyways, let's get on with the story!
Austin
I waited impatiently in the car with Dez as Trish claimed to only need 'five more minutes'.
Bull shit.
Dez and I have been in the car for fifteen minutes since she said that, and I'm debating on taking off without her.
Banging my head against the head cushion to my seat, I closed my eyes and groaned. This was the last time that I was relying on her to get ready quickly.
Finally, she shuffled out of the house, papers in hand.
Seriously, what took her so long?
When she got to the car, she ordered Dez to sit in the backseat with her. He complained, but she put on a stern face and pulled him out of the passenger's side, by his ear, and dragged him over to the back.
I soon pulled out of the parking lot of the hotel and focused on the road ahead of me as my GPS provided instructions.
Trish and Dez began whispering things as she pointed out things to him on the paper. She looked anxious, and he was surprised at whatever it was.
When I had asked them about what they were trying to decipher, they both quickly replied, "nothing."
Nothing, my ass.
What the hell were they talking about?
Dez
Trish pointed to where and whom Ally lived with, and at first I thought that she was staying with a couple of friends, but the ages and their last names were was shocked me.
Dawson-Moon.
If I remember my government class from high school—that I was forced to take—correctly, the teacher said that the parent or the parents had the option to combine their last name for the child(ren) instead of taking just the mother's or the father's name.
Mother's…father's…
OH MY GOD.
Austin said that he wanted protection five years ago when he 'made love to Ally'. It gives me chills just thinking about it, but it all makes sense now.
I gazed at Trish. "So does this mean that she left him because she was pregnant?" I whispered to the Latina, my eyes shifting nervously to the blond behind the wheel.
It didn't seem like he heard us, but I wanted to take as many precautions as possible.
I mean, Austin obviously didn't know, otherwise he'd be freaking out right now. There have been many crazed fans that have told him that he should just forget Ally, because she didn't care for him anymore, and move on to someone like them.
Luckily, he never forgot her. He never let his supposed fans' words get to him about how he could do so much better and about how she was a whore, and he never gave up when it came to wishing for Ally to come back.
Well, he's about to get the surprise of his lifetime.
I still can't believe that they reproduced…that's just disgusting. A guy's ding-a-ling is only meant to empty your bladder and to mess with when you're bored. I can't even imagine sticking it inside of a girl. Actually inside.
Cold chill coming on.
"Do you have any more information about them?" I asked in a hushed tone, careful not to let Austin hear the conversation.
Trish nodded, taking out another piece of paper from the file she was carrying and setting it on top.
"That's why I took so long," she answered, taking out a highlighter and marking Andrew Dawson-Moon and Alexandria Dawson-Moon's name and age.
I was probably about to get beaten later, but I had to ask.
Looking up and speaking loudly and clearly, I spoke, "hey, Austin, did you notice anything strange about Ally before she left or did you find anything out about her?"
Cue the death glare and the slap to my head from Trish.
Austin was confused, trying to figure out why I asked that question and trying to link it to the confidential conversation between Trish and me.
"Thing long and hard about this one, buddy. Every bit of information is valuable."
And cue my will and being written and my execution being planned by Trish.
His eyebrows furrowed together, focusing on the road ahead of him.
After a few more seconds of tension-filled silence, he spoke, "the day she broke up with me, she threw up, and it happened the last time we talked before she moved." He gazed at us through the rear-view mirror. "Why?" I could practically see the wheels turning in his head.
I gave Trish a knowing look, and I had never, ever, seen someone with so much hatred in their eyes before.
Hey, this much hate in a second is a new personal record for Trish! Go, Trish!
Oh wait…
My hands worked myself out of the seat buckle as I slid to the other side of the car, far away from the monster as I could possibly get. My eyes wandered onto her waveringly as I did this, careful to not anger the beast any further.
Well, shit.
Trish began beating my shoulder with the closed file, angrily swinging with stronger force each time.
She's beating my ass without breaking a sweat, and she's half my size, literally! I'm going to bruise in a couple of hours, and it's all because she has paper. Paper.
Austin didn't even bother to stop it, because he was too focused on whatever he was thinking, his eyes trained on the road of him both intently and nervously.
Poor guy, he doesn't even know that he has kids, and they belong to the girl he is trying to track down. That, and his best friend in the entire world that he would do anything for without hesitating first is being beaten by his other friend.
COME ON, MAN! QUIT THINKING ABOUT ALLY FOR ONCE AND SAVE MY SORRY ASS!
After a little while, Trish seemed to have calmed down, as the number of harsh swats per minute were decreasing. Austin had slowed down and was anxiously looking all around him, trying to spot something.
He then questioned, "can you guys help me look for Bayville Complex? It should be coming up on the right."
I tensed up, and I could tell that Trish stiffened as well. We both looked at each other, hoping that the kids were gone for something or Ally was gone.
I guess we'll have to find out in a little bit.
Trish then pointed out that it was on our next right, and Austin pulled in, breathing becoming heavy as he gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening.
Oh God. If he's like this now, imagine what he'll be like when he finds out that he has kids.
Is there any way to get an ambulance without causing distress?
Right as Austin pulled the keys out of the ignition, Trish stopped me from unbuckling my seatbelt, putting her hand flat on my chest.
What? I mentally asked her, squinting my eyes and furrowing my eyebrows together.
She then leaned in and replied, in a hushed tone, "he needs to do this on his own." After that, Trish turned to Austin and suggested, "why don't you go in there first. You miss her the most, and we'll catch up with you in a bit."
The blond looked back at her in confusion.
"Are you sure?" He asked her, and then she nodded her head in response, removing her hand from my chest and placing it in her lap, where the fingers began to play with her other hand's.
He looked out of the window, took a deep breath to relieve some stress, and hopped out of the car and made his way towards the building.
Good luck, buddy.
You're gonna need it.
Austin
My hands were shaking uncontrollably and I was shocked to see that I haven't passed out yet.
Ally's here, Ally's here! She's actually here!
There's no going back now.
My talk with my security guard had left some echoing words behind.
She told me she's got kids, and she been singin' that song to them for five years now, since before they were born, he had explained.
The last time I talked to Ally was five years ago. Maybe she fibbed just so she would have an excuse.
I can't imagine Ally lying about something like that, but maybe she's changed. Maybe she isn't the same girl that I'm in love with.
That moment, when our eyes met at my concert, I felt my chest tightening up, almost like someone had grabbed the front of my shirt and was pulling me towards her as the seconds passed.
I tried, and I tried, but I couldn't get to her. The security guard blocking me reminded me that I was in a middle of a performance, and there was no real reason to exit the stage and go out into the crowd. Besides, crazy fans would be attacking me, and I would have no way of getting to Ally without her getting hurt somehow.
Now, I can finally see her without risking anything except my pride.
Looking down at the paper in my hands again, I checked to see if I was at the right complex and what apartment number she was.
Apartment 287, Bayville Complex, 32204, Jacksonville, Florida.
This is it.
I stalked over to the second floor, trying to calm myself down by quietly humming 'Just a Dream'. It's always helped me whenever I was anxious or when I was missing Ally, so it's been the cushion of my fall for a while now.
As I passed the apartments, I began to ponder that Ally may just be gone and this would all be for nothing. But what if she wasn't there, and I came all this way for a quiet home?
No, she has to be here, she has to be.
The doors were painted beige with the black numbers standing out, which were fastened onto the wood.
I swear to God, Moon. You back down, and I won't let you eat pancakes for a month.
Harsh punishments always push me towards my goal even more, although just thinking about seeing Ally is enough motivation for me for a long time.
284…285…286…
287.
Here we go.
I was scared out of my wits to knock on the door. She was probably there, and I was too much of a coward to even raise my fist and knock.
Wait, I forgot how to knock.
Ladies and Gentlemen, that's what Ally Dawson has the power to do to me.
Soon figuring out the secret, I closed my eyes and let my heart have control over my body, instead of my mind.
My mind is screaming at me that I need to move on from her, but my heart's telling me that I should never let her go.
My knuckles found themselves knocking against the wooden door, and then I decided that I should probably open my eyes and calm myself so I won't freak out.
Subconsciously, my hands were shoved into the front of my jean's pockets. I rocked back and forth on my heels and prayed that this was going to work out.
I didn't expect her to take me back, but I just wanted closure, and some reassurance as to what happened and if she ever loved me back in the first place.
I heard a faint sound of footsteps rushing towards the doorway, and the door soon opened.
Unable to see anyone directly in front of, my eyes travelled down to a small boy, who resembled Ally a bit.
Shit, I think I have the wrong apartment and I'm seeing things.
I knelt down to the little boy's height and placed my wrist on my knee.
"I think I've got the wrong apartment," I told him. "Do you know where Ally Dawson is?" I spoke in a kind and gentle tone, since the boy before me seemed surprised.
He nodded cluelessly, turning around and about to yell loudly, but an angelic voice interrupted him.
"Andrew, what have I told you about answering the door?" Whoever then came into picture, and I forgot how to breathe. Either that, or the ability was suspended from me. But I was still able to rise up.
Ally Dawson.
She didn't notice me at first, because she was trying to gently remove Andrew, the little boy, so she could talk to me, or the person that she hadn't caught sight of yet.
"Why don't you go play with your sister until I come and get you, okay?" She asked him, and Andrew nodded adorably, running over further in the apartment with an adorable bounce in his step.
She started, ascending slowly, "I'm sorry about that, he's always eager to meet new peop—." She stopped short, finally seeing me.
No words were spoken, and it wasn't like any of us could actually speak, since the surprise in both of our bodies was immense.
Her eyes, there were beautiful, and they're the exact same way I remembered them.
She's barely changed a bit, but she has grown up.
And I haven't been there to see it.
Tears ghosted both of our eyes, and we were only capable of saying one word each.
"Austin," she whispered, standing up completely.
"Ally," I croaked, meeting her halfway to wrap my arms around her tightly and embrace her. I was so scared that she would disappear forever if I let her go, so I gripped onto her even further and buried my face in the crook of her neck, remembering just how much I missed her velvety-soft skin and how great it always smelled.
I began to leave light kisses where I could. Ally's hands travelled to the back of my neck and she intertwined her fingers, parroting my actions and leaving kisses on the little areas of exposed skin.
Finally, after the silence settled between us, I pulled away, not far, but just enough to where I could look her in the eyes and try and figure out what she was thinking.
Seeing how her eyes kept gazing downward, I gently reached up and cupped her face in my hands, tilting her head upwards so her eyes could meet mine.
I think they're more gorgeous than they were two minutes ago.
Unable to restrain myself, I closed my eyes and leant in, brushing my lips softly against hers, still unable to believe that I finally found her.
She's been in the same state this entire time, and I wasn't but five hours away from her, and I never knew what opportunity I had. I always thought that she was across the country, or in a ridiculously small town that I had probably never heard of in a different state.
And she was right here, in my arms.
Once we both began to pull away, it was more than obvious that none of us wanted this to end.
I want more of Ally—no, I need more.
Bringing the beauty closer and closer to myself, I met her halfway, letting our lips mesh together.
God, I knew that I missed her kisses, but I didn't realize just how much I did until now.
I guess what they say is true—once you have had the best there is, everything else is ruined. All of those other medals suck once you've won the olympic gold.
Her hands felt around my torso, soon settling on my chest. That must have not been enough, for they immediately set out to brush her fingers against my cheeks.
At this moment, I don't care what happened five years ago. All that matters is that I was finally able to touch Ally again. I was finally able to kiss her, taste her, look at her, breathe in her scent, and just be there with her.
Our kisses were in rhythmic synchronization, and I don't think I've ever been this happy since I've spent a full day with Ally last.
No, I know that I haven't been this happy since I've been with Ally last.
This isn't just a dream. This is reality, and this is actually happening. I have the love of my life in my arms, and I'm pretty damn sure that she feels something as well.
She fisted my hair with her small hands, tilting her head to the left to have a different angle for better access.
And who the hell was I to deny? So I let the kiss deepen and I let ourselves get carried away, and I let time do its thing.
Just as long as I'm with Ally, I don't care if a meteor hits the earth or the zombie apocalypse happens. I have Ally by my side, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
BOOM. Well, there you have it, guys. The next chapter is going to be Austin truly finding about Andrew and Alex, and when Dez and Trish see Ally for the first time and vice versa.
Sadly, there isn't much left to this story, and that means that there's only a few chapters left.
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