Parties & Mistakes Chapter 22, an austin & ally fanfic

AN: I meant to have this up on Wednesday and then another chapter today. But I've been revising A LOT and I needed to get both chapters up to my standard before posting anything! So, here is Chapter 22 it's the treat I was talking about!

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Parties & Mistakes

Chapter 22: Austin's POV

I clicked the top of my pen. It was the only thing that was keeping me sane.

Where were they?

They said they'd be gone for lunch, it was passed lunch. Both Trish and Ally were still missing. The seats behind me were empty and I didn't know what to make of it.

Had they lost track of time? Had this all been some plan to sneak away and do more secret pregnancy stuff? Or had something gone horribly wrong?

It was one of those three, I was sure of it. I was also really hoping it was the first option.

Click.

The rhythmic noise of the pen held this odd sense of comfort. It reminded me of Ally. She always clicked pens when she couldn't come up with the next part of the song. It was so cute. It was one of those little endearing details that made me love her so much. Every little habit she has is endearing.

Although this new one of omitting the truth was getting on my nerves. I should've known how dodgy she was last week. I should've clued into some form of the truth.

Where was she?

I bit my lip and clicked the pen some more. Some people had turned to find the source of the clicking. They didn't look too amused. Really, it was the only thing stopping me from running out of the room and calling Ally.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I jumped at the chance. I swiftly pulled it out hoping with all hope, that it was Ally.

Get out of class! I'm calling you in like a minute!

It was from Trish and it sent about a thousand alarm bells off in my mind.

"Mr. Fairfield," I yelled out hastily. He stopped mid lecture, hand poised in the air. "I don't feel well I gotta go."

He squinted, but before he had a chance to open his mouth, I had already grabbed my things and sprinted out. I continued to run until I got in my car. At that point I didn't care. Something was wrong.

I needed to call Trish.

"Hello?" came her shaky voice on the other end.

"Trish?"

"Hey! I said I would call you, not the other way around!" she whined. There was something about her voice that was off though. I could tell from the very first moment she answered.

I took a breath, bracing myself for whatever was about to come next. "Trish, what's going on?"

"I-" she hesitated and my heart sank.

"Trish, is Ally okay?"

"I- I don't know what to tell you, Austin."

I ran a hand over my face. Maybe being in the car wasn't the best idea. Maybe I needed some place where I could get out and hit something. Whatever this was, it wasn't good. "Trish," my voice came out feeble and weak. Much like Trish's there was something I never heard in it. "Trish, please just tell me what's happening."

I felt like I had aged fifty years. Like this situation was completely out of my hands. This wasn't something that a seventeen year old was supposed to deal with.

"Do you know how to get to the hospital?" Trish hesitantly asked.

"What?"

Hospital. Fuck. I shoved the key into the ignition and started the car.

"We're at the hospital. Don't freak out, okay?"

"When you tell someone not to freak out, they tend to freak out."

"I'll meet you in the lobby. Text me when you're here."

"Trish-" I spoke, but the line went dead. I slammed my phone into the cup holder and tried to remain calm.

There was a huge part of me that didn't think I was capable of driving this car.

I shakily put the gear shift into reverse and took off my parking break. I can do this.

My mind travelled along scenarios ranging from bad to worse as I sped through Miami. I was running red lights and risking my life, all in an attempt to get to Ally. Maybe it wasn't the best choice to be speeding to the hospital... That was probably the easiest way for me to end up there myself.

But the more my mind wandered, the faster my speed travelled. She'd lost it. I was almost 100% sure of that. I wasn't sure how it had happened, exactly. But it had happened.

Did they get attacked? Did they get into a crash? Was it something horribly drastic? Was she going to die?

A car honked and a finger was flashed next to me as I inadvertently cut someone off. Shit. I needed to focus. But every ounce of my focus was in making sure Ally was okay.

Was I really making sure she was okay by running horrible scenes through my mind?

Probably not.

I reached for the volume on the radio, hoping that could calm my frayed nerves. But music only led me to think about Ally and the horrible thoughts returned. I shakily turned the music off and drove in silence.

Whatever this is Ally, please just don't be dead.

I finally pulled into the lot for the hospital. I never really liked doctors or surgeons or anything medical, really - the building made my skin crawl. The last time I was here was when I messed up my leg. I almost lost my career from that... Not a good place for memories.

I noticed Trish's car on the main level of the parking garage and continued upwards. Why were there no spots? It can't be this busy! And if it's this busy, what if Ally's the last thing on their mind?

I sighed and backed into a tiny spot on the fourth level. I clicked off the engine and snatched my phone from the cup holder. Yanking the door open and running to down the stairs, I dialed Trish's number.

"I'm here," I said the moment she picked up.

"Didn't I tell you to text me?" she sniffed.

"Trish."

"Okay," she shifted. "I'm on my way down. Meet you in a second!"

She hung up and I realized I'd left my car wide open in my haste. No one would want my beat up old Mazda, but my laptop would probably be fair game. I ran back up those four flights of stairs and noticed I had also left my keys in the car.

God, I'm an idiot.

I entered the lobby panting, keys in pocket and cell phone in hand. Trish had just walked off an elevator and I ran to her.

"What's going on?" I breathed.

Trish looked me over - hunched and panting, eyes wide in wonder and fear. She shook her head, biting her lip. "Come on," she said, gesturing for me to follow her.

"Trish you have to tell me what's going on if you want me to follow you!" I said agitatedly, pulling her back.

"Well you're at the fucking hospital I'm sure you could take guess!"

I stared at her, taken aback. That could mean anything from a broken arm to death. But from the look on her face, I guessed it was something closer to the latter. I rolled my eyes and stormed into the awaiting elevator, slamming my hand into the button she told me to press.

"So I get to hear nothing?" I asked, staring at her reflecting in the closing metal door. "I just get to know that I'm at the hospital, and somewhere in this building is Ally?"

She sighed, casually wiping at one of her eyes. "I figured you could come in, come up to the floor, calm down, and then Ally's mom could tell you what's happening."

"I figure I'd be more calm if I hadn't just spent the last half hour wondering what the hell was going on!" I yelled as Trish pursed her lips. "Wait, did you just say Ally's mom is here? Like whatever is happening is so bad, that you called her mom?"

"I would've called her mom even if she'd just sprained her ankle or something. It's a medical problem, I'm not going to leave her in the dark."

"Yet this whole situation with her being pregnant, you kind of left that in the dark." I muttered.

"Well it wasn't my place to tell her mother that," Trish hissed.

I chuffed and shook my head. "But it was your place to tell me."

The doors opened and we stepped out before she rounded on me. I saw fire in her eyes as she wagged her finger in my direction. "Would you like to make up your mind Austin? Have me tell you or have Ally? Like, what do you want right now?"

"That's not the same thing, Trish and you know it! You overstepped your bounds by telling me that she was pregnant in the first place, but this is completely different. I have no idea what's going on. I have no idea if this is life or death or what! And here you are just leaving me to wallow in my thoughts instead of confirming them!"

"Okay!" she screeched, taking a tiny step back. "So you want to know what's happening, right here and now? You want to know what you did to Ally? You want to know where she is? Well fine, I'll tell you!"

I nodded. Every ounce of my focus was going into listening and not yelling at her some more. All I wanted to know was what was going on. All I wanted to know was that Ally was safe.

The elevators dinged open again and Trish took a step back and smiled unexpectedly. I moved from where I was blocking their exit and turned around. Mrs. Dawson was standing in its wake, eyes red, worry lines drawn on her face. She had just hung up her phone and was looking at us in shock. Her gaze settled on me. There was an unreadable emotion in her eyes. Disappointment? Anger?

I looked between both women who knew what was going on and sighed. "I don't care who it is, can someone please just tell me what's happening?"

"Oh," Mrs. Dawson said, stepping out of the elevator. "You haven't told him, Trish?"

Trish flushed and Mrs. Dawson continued walking down the hall. There was no other choice but to follow her. We finally got to the waiting room, adorned in chairs of green and blue. There were many people waiting, some looking more worried than others. A sign on the wall told me that this was the General Surgery Waiting Room.

Ally was in surgery?

Mrs. Dawson sat down in one of the many chairs and offered the ones next to her for Trish and I to sit in. I slunk over to one, growing more and more concerned.

"Austin, why did you two think you were ready to do this?" Mrs. Dawson questioned.

"What?"

"To have sex. And inevitably all of this."

"Does anything really make sense when you're drunk?" I asked, rubbing the back of my neck nervously. "I gather Ally never told you what happened that night."

"No," she shook her head softly. "But I wish she had. I wish she felt close enough to me that she could have open about all of this... I could have helped her deal with it all."

I looked down at my lap, wondering what this was all leading up to. "Well, we slept together and Kira kind of made her life a living hell for a while. And then I was over in a corner feeling horrible that I'd hurt Kira, that I couldn't have just had the balls to dump her a long time ago. Instead all of this happened and I wound up putting my best friend through so much pain. I promise you I never meant to do that to Ally. I wish I could just take it all back and wind up with her somehow... But now she's pregnant and that's a whole other mess."

"Well," Mrs. Dawson hesitated. "That's not entirely true."

I looked at her face. There was some sort of admiration in her eyes, but also sorrow. I knew what was about to come next. There wasn't a doubt in my mind of what was about to come out of her mouth. My last statement wasn't true. Not anymore.

"Ally lost the baby," Mrs. Dawson spoke in a low, soft voice. She looked resigned. "Something called an ectopic pregnancy. It's a lot like a miscarriage, but it's a fair bit worse. The baby - instead of growing in the uterus - grows elsewhere. In most cases it grows in the fallopian tubes, a tubal pregnancy. If it gets too big it can burst the tube which is highly dangerous."

She sighed and chewed on her hair - a nervous habit I'd only ever seen Ally do. But here Ally was, unconscious and in surgery. The only word that registered in my mind was dangerous.

Ally was in danger.

...and I could do absolutely nothing about it.

I felt my face grow hot and my vision become slightly blurred. Fear settled low in my stomach. Simultaneously, waves of sickness, anger, fear, and sadness hit me. When faced with the possible loss of the one you love, there was nothing else to do. I avoided the gazes of Trish and Mrs. Dawson and instead stared at the floor, clenching and unclenching my fists.

Please, don't die.

"The last I talked to a doctor, they told me that she was stable, but still in surgery. It was all a right place, right time scenario. They were really thankful that she was here as opposed to elsewhere. If she was anywhere else, the tube may have burst in the time it took to get here. So while she was still losing some blood from it being too large, it didn't get to the really bad part."

"She was here today?" I glanced over at Trish who had accompanied Ally in her lie today.

Mrs. Dawson nodded. "Yeah, apparently the doctor she had been going to wanted to talk to her about everything. She had an appointment today and this is what wound up happening instead."

I made a small noise of understanding, not entirely sure where to place this in the realm of knowledge. She'd lied to me again.

"You know," Mrs. Dawson said, beginning to stand up. "I should probably call your mom and tell her what's going on. I'll be right back."

She silently walked away and I stared at her retreating form. Even when she had finally turned the corner I was still staring. Staring at empty, open space.

"Austin," Trish spoke. I jumped but looked at her again. "Don't dwell on what she didn't tell you."

"I just don't understand why she keeps lying to me about this."

"It's technically omission..." Trish deadpanned. She looked down at her hands and shook her head. "Look, just don't be mad okay? Everyone lies when they're terrified and Ally was terrified."

"I never wanted her to be," I spoke dropping my hand down onto my jeans. "If she told me maybe she wouldn't have been so afraid."

"I don't know," Trish stared at me in earnest. "You do weird things when you're scared. Maybe Ally pulls away when she is. I don't know, I've never seen her this afraid, but.. I don't know. It's within reason, ya know?"

I nodded. Silence fell between us. Doctors passed in and out of the waiting area, alerting families of what had gone on behind close doors. Mrs. Dawson eventually returned, only to leave again to get something to eat. It seemed she didn't want to sit down and wallow. It wasn't something I really wanted to do either, but I couldn't bring myself to get up and leave. I couldn't bring myself to get up at all.

Trish left a few hours later as per Mrs. Dawson's request. She'd told me I should probably go home too, nothing was going to happen after all. But I still felt glued to my seat. I needed to see her. I needed to make sure she was alright.

Somehow my stoic mood turned into sleep. I woke up cramped in the tiny green chair. My legs ached and it took a moment for me to gain my bearings. Ally's mom was sitting next to me again, reading a book to ease her mind. She jumped when I first moved and gave me a wry smile.

"Austin," she said stretching out her shoulders and putting the book down on the table. "It's 5 o'clock. Ally got out of surgery about a half hour ago. She's stable, but in recovery. She's going to be on some pretty heavy medication tonight for the pain. They might actually keep her under until tomorrow morning. I'm going in to see her in a few minutes, but they're only allowing family for now. I think it's probably best if you go home. Ease your mind, get some more comfortable rest. I've called your mom; your dad dropped her off here and she'll take you back in your car. I promise the second you can come back I'll let you know, but until then, I'm sure you'd be far more comfy at home."

"Fine," I muttered.

A&A

There was no talking on the way home. I barely even looked at my mother the whole drive. I could feel her gaze on me though. She'd expressed her concern when I first met her in the lobby, then again when we began driving away. I had said nothing. There wasn't much to say in the first place. I was fine, but Ally wasn't. I was leaving, but Ally wasn't.

I headed to my room once we'd pulled into the driveway. All I wanted was to wake up from what I was sure, was a nightmare.

I plopped down onto my bed. How did this even happen? How did any of this even happen?

"Ally, I'm so sorry," I mumbled into one of my pillows.

Finally, I allowed myself to cry. None of this was fair. Not to me, not to Trish, not to our parents, and certainly not to Ally. I stated out the window, clutching at any ounce of composure I had left.

Would she really want you to be crying?

I tried to stop myself. I clawed in vein at normalcy, but there was really only one thought in mind. Not only had I almost lost Ally, I had lost a child.

It wasn't fair to identify so much with that. I didn't even know the kid. They weren't even born. In my mind, it had only been alive for about three days. I'd only known this little spec of a human for three days, and even at that I didn't really know them. I still felt it like they had been alive for years, though. Here today, gone tomorrow.

None of this was fair.

Nothing with Ally and I ever seemed fair.

I loved her to pieces and I hated that this was happening. If I'm crying on my bed over something that was barely even a part of my life, how is she going to feel?

I heard a knock on the door. "Austin?"

Once again, I tried to stop myself, but it was too far gone. Through blurred eyes, I saw the stricken, empathetic look of my mom. She hurried over to my bed and began rubbing my back - something she hadn't done since I was about seven. Words of comfort were exchanged as I continued to let out everything I had.

I cried until I couldn't anymore. Until my eyes hurt and I could barely breathe through my nose. I cried until it made sense to stop. I cried until the moans became even sounds of sleeping.

A&A

The call came at about 9 in the morning. I woke up from a dead sleep. My eyes were crusted over from the tears and my head pounded. Ironically, I almost felt hungover.

My mom popped her head into the room, making sure I was okay. My bones hurt, and my clothes were rumpled - but I could no longer cry.

"Austin," she said, advancing towards me. "That was Mrs. Dawson. She said that Ally will probably be released tomorrow, but you're welcome to come in and see her."

I jumped at the chance, pushing myself off the bed. I didn't care that I still had clothes from yesterday on. All I wanted to do was see her. I heard my mom sheepishly following - she didn't trust me to drive right now. She met me at the bottom of the stairs, pulling the keys out of our candy dish and her coat off the front chair. I glimpsed the bags under her eyes, the worry spelled out on her face. She was as worried about me, as I was about Ally.

In a spur of the moment decision, I jumped at her. My mom had silently been doing so much for me throughout this whole ordeal. Just sitting there and comforting me while I cried was enough. I held her close to me and she hugged back. I let go a few seconds later, ready to get a move on.

This drive was far less dangerous than my previous one yesterday. My mom travelled at a normal speed, knowing that now it wasn't life or death. I kept urging her to go faster. I wanted to see Ally. But she stayed at the speed limit, not wanting to get caught or risk our lives. She seemed calm, yet oddly sad. I was bouncing with pent up anxiety.

All I wanted was to see Ally.

All I wanted to do was make sure she was okay.

When we eventually arrived, I followed my mom into the lobby. She seemed to know where to go and pressed a different button on the elevator than we had the day before. Ally was now on the second floor, which was apparently a general recovery floor for conditions that were less serious. This sent an form of comfort throughout my body. They deemed whatever condition she was in, as not serious. Thank God.

My mom had texted Mrs. Dawson when we had arrived to assure that she would be outside of Ally's room to meet us. She gave a small smile and a wave when she saw us approaching. I felt nerves overcome me and I almost stopped moving. As much as I wanted to see Ally, did I really want to see her hooked up to a bunch of tubes and looking sickly?

"It's good to see you guys," Mrs. Dawson smiled.

"How've you been doing?" my mom asked, placing her hand on Mrs. Dawson's upper arm.

Mrs. Dawson looked down at the floor, she almost seemed like she was going to cry. This sent all sorts of warning signals off in my mind.

"Austin," she choked out. "Why don't you go in and see Ally. I'd like to just talk with your mom for a bit, if that's alright."

I nodded and she gestured to the room behind her. I stood in front of the forest green door for almost a minute before I was fully prepared.

She jumped when I walked in. "Austin."

Relief flooded my body. She's okay. Thank God, she's okay.

I smiled. "Hey."

There was something in the air between us. A sadness. Ally's face was impassive, her eyes were red behind the glasses that were perched on her nose. Her hair was limply splayed out on the white pillow, making her look like an angel. She was my angel with an IV in her arm. She looked better than I had expected, but it still made me miserable to see her like this.

"You didn't have to come here," she spoke.

I shook my head. "You have no idea. I needed to see you."

Her lips quirked slightly and some colour rose to her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

I rushed over to her side, eager to tell her that she had nothing to be sorry for. Tears began to fall down her cheeks and she opened her arms to me. I took the invitation and climbed onto her bed. She curled into me, wincing slightly at the movement.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled again.

"Stop," I said. "Don't be. You couldn't have stopped this. None of it is your fault."

"Im still sorry for everything," she sobbed into my chest. I had taken her glasses off and place them on the table.

"Shh, Ally, it's okay."

I kissed her forehead and rubbed her back. I tried to comfort her just like my mom had comforted me.

"It's not," she whispered. "I can't believe any of this happened. I'm sorry."

I took a deep breath and cradled her head against my chest. "It's okay. I promise you, you're okay."

She nodded and stopped apologizing. I knew she was still sorry, but she didn't want to say it. There was only one thing to be sorry for, but I knew that wasn't why she was apologizing. She thought this whole situation was her fault - which it wasn't, she had no control over it - but all I wanted was some regret over her lying.

Ally sighed and moved slightly away from me. She squinted up at my face, gently kissed my lips, and smiled. "You know you really didn't have to come, but thank you for being here."

"Yeah," I said. "You know I'd be here for you no matter what."

I truly did mean what I said, but the words came out hollow. Ally's face registered that.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," I replied. "I've just been worried about you."

She nodded and looked down. What was wrong with me? I've been spending hours worrying and crying over Ally, but here I am, and I'm.. Angry?

I let out a deep breath and detangled myself from her. If I spent too long in here, I knew I'd blow up. I have no idea why, but I knew it would happen. It terrified me that I felt that way.

I stood next to her bed and smiled, squeezing her hand. "Get some rest, okay?"

"Austin, you don't have to leave so soon," she said, almost willing me to stay.

"You need to sleep," I said, edging away from the bed. "I love you. I'll see you soon."

She gave me a small, sad smile and waved slightly. I turned away and walked into the hallway. My mom saw me when I walked out and immediately stood up.

"Done so soon?" she asked when I reached her and Mrs. Dawson. They looked like they had been deep in conversation, Mrs Dawson casually wiping at her eyes.

"Yeah," I mumbled.

Mrs. Dawson looked me up and down. I'm not sure what she saw in me or what I even looked like. "Austin, whatever you're feeling right now is completely normal. I know that you may be hurt, just as Ally is hurting too. But if you feel you need to separate yourself from the situation right now, that's probably the best call. It's great that you came here in the first place, I know how much you love her and how much she loves you. If it helps, you were the first thing on her mind when this happened. Trish told me that the moment she was being pulled away, you were the only thing on her mind."

I nodded, trying to understand what I was feeling right now. "Thank you."

My mother put her hand on my back as goodbyes were exchanged. I took one last look at Ally's room and tried to find a strain of calm.

Whatever's going on right now, I just hope Ally knows I love her.

AN: How do we feel about this, good or bad? Personally, I kind of like it! I hope you liked Austin's perspective! Anyway I've been rushing around today getting clothes, packing, getting gas in my car! I almost forgot to post, haha!

But anyway you can probably tell that means I'm going away! Which also means I can't post next Saturday! I've updated my profile to get that message out there, so if you're unsure just check there!

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