Epilogue Part 2

It had been a rough morning, everyone wasn't waking up to a day full of happiness and excitement. It felt as if you had woken up in a nightmare that no one wanted to vision.

Austin was setting off today to Los Angeles and honestly, no one wanted to see him board that plane and leave.

Ally had been in the practice room all morning packing things that she assumed Austin wanted to take on tour with him. The box included a framed picture of all four of them, foam spitter, high tops, skateboard and was going to wait for Austin later to see what else he wanted.

His flight left at noon and everyone couldn't sleep the night before, but woke up before sun rise anyways. Ally had met Dez and Trish at the food court early that morning, waiting for Austin to drop by.

"I cant believe this is really happening," Trish finally spoke to fill the dreadful silence. "5 months ago we were putting on the best performance of Austin's career with him and now, we're splitting apart."

They all engulfed one of the circular tables in front of Minis. Each of them slumped in their seats with the same mournful expression.

"At least its just an 8 month tour," Ally reminded. "Once he gets back, I'll be writing songs for him, Dez will direct his next video and you'll get him a gig at an arena!"

No matter how hard she tried, nothing could replace that empty feeling in her heart. There wasn't an escape to reality. There never was.

"Where is he anyways? He said he'd meet us before the flight and it's already 9:30?" Dez asked with a curious expression. They scrolled through their texts, seeing no response from Austin.

Ally didn't want to be here, she didn't want to take one more glance at Austin, knowing that she'd probably crumble apart if she did…..That's it.

"I'm gonna go finish packing some things for Austin, text me if he meets up with you guys," Ally asked, knowing he wasn't going to.

Thought so.

Ally heard the deep hum of the piano echo into the Sonic Boom lounge. Ally rushed up the steps in her wedges and heard the noise faint as she grew closer to the door.

With her hand shaking, she twisted the knob quietly and carefully. Austin was on the piano bench with his hands hovering over the keys, but his head hung. Ally didn't want to startle him so she quietly made her way towards him.

"I already know you're here," His voice was weak and sounded as if he was trying not to choke on his words. Ally stood behind him, not being able to get a glimpse of his face.

Austin felt miserable, he's had a knot in his stomach the second he woke up this morning. He wasn't ready for what has to come.

Ally had firmly placed her hand on his shoulder, trying to show an ease of comfort. But it wasn't comforting enough.

Austin instantly flashed off the bench and threw himself into Ally's arms. His grip could easily leave a scar or a bruise and the tightness of his hug could have suffocated Ally, but she didn't mind. A part of her needed to feel this embrace. It was reassurance that no matter what happened, they were always partners. On the other hand, this hug also resembled that he wasn't ready to leave just yet.

"Don't even think about getting on that plane, just think about right now and all the support you have alongside you," Ally mumbled into his shoulder. Austin didn't care if people saw or not. His eyes swelled red and erupted. He bit his lip as the first trace of a tear trailed down his cheek.

"I understand what you're going through Austin, its okay," Ally rubbed Austin's back in circular patterns. His hands melted into her back and his face buried into the crook of her neck, it killed her on the inside.

Austin finally separated from her and roughly rubbed his swollen eyes. His tears were gone, but that didn't mean he'd break down again.

"See that's thing. None of you understand what I'm going through," Austin informed Ally as he choked on his words. Rage grew in his tone, but Ally knew it wasn't because he was angry or agitated. He was scared.

"Austin-" Ally tried to speak but he cut her off.

"NO! You let me talk!" Austin demanded as he began pointing fingers. Ally calmly backed up and sat on the sofa near the door while Austin stood in front of her like some psychopath.

"Even if Team Austin and Ally is splitting apart, you don't understand! Because when I leave, you'll still have Trish, Dez and all your friends and family…..But when I get on that plane and leave…." Austin gestured out the window with an upsetting expression. "…I'M ALONE!"

Austin screamed his words with a hidden cry beneath them. Ally had never seen this side of Austin. She hoped she never would again.

"I AM ALONE, ALLY! For eight, damn, months! How do you think I feel about leaving everything behind! About leaving behind my best friends? MY PARENTS?"

Ally wasn't going to interrupt, this was one way of letting all of that built stress within him, out. And by the look of the amount of tears he's cried through his rant, it seemed to be working.

"WHILE MY PARENTS ARE HERE TAKING CARE OF A FREAKIN MATTRESS COMPANY, I'M GOING TO BE ALONE! Alone in a place, I don't want to be without you guys!" Austin screamed as he let a few tears slip. He ran his hands through his hair as he collapsed into the nearest piece of furniture. Ally gave him a little space to catch his breath before saying anything else.

"You're right," Ally finally responded. "There's nothing I can really do or say that will make any of affect of what's going to happen. But I will say this," Ally included. "Sure you needed me to write your songs, Dez to make you look good on camera and Trish to help get you noticed, but that's something you don't realize, yourself."

Ally knelt in front of him and gazed into those deep soulful eyes of him that, at the moment, looked in desperate need of help.

"We were only there to help you get a heads up. To help you jumpstart your way into the career you've always dreamed of. You don't need Dez to make an impression in a video or in a magazine, you have that natural charm that everyone notices, even if you don't." Ally stroked a loose strand of Austin's hair and stuck it behind his ear.

"You don't need Trish to land a spot on television or on the Top 100 charts. People see you and immediately knowing that you're something different. Something unique." Ally grasped Austin's hands and saw the first hint of a grin cross his face.

"And last of all. You don't need me to write you songs," Ally admitted while Austin went back to his depressed expression. "You may have had trouble at first, but you've grown as an artist. The way you express yourself through words is what draws people towards you. People are drawn to you."

"Yeah, but the only good song I've written was about you," Austin reminded.

"Well then next time an idea comes to mind, think about me," Ally suggested as Austin finally rose to his feet to hug Ally once more.

They were wrapped tightly in each others embrace and melted into each others arms. It was a feeling they were going to have to let go of for a while.

"I love you, Ally" Austin's voice muffled against her shoulder as she hugged him tighter. Those words have never escaped her mouth, because she never really knew what love was supposed to feel like.

"I love you too," She replied with no other words.

But now she did.

It was a quarter till noon and they all stood in front of the gates that boarded to the plane. Austin decided to go right down the line, so that he could thank each individual.

Austin and Dez did they're hand shake and yelled "What Up!". That's something that will never get old. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a box that was around one foot long. It read "French Fry Jenga".

"Now you have your own version and don't have to spend 5 bucks next time!" Austin informed as Dez made a curious expression.

"Can I eat them?" Dez asked, that's all he really cared about.

"No, they're plastic," Austin spoke.

"Aww, man!" Dez whined until Trish nudged him the elbow. "Well its still a nice gift," Dez reassured.

Austin then moved to Trish who was standing anxiously for a gift.

"I know you love gifts, so, I got you this $100 gift card you could use at any store in the mall," Austin noted as Trish's eyes fell into a trance, gazing at the glimmering, rectangular piece of plastic.

"Aww, thanks!" Trish embraced Austin with a hug and he was going to miss the feeling of having the comfort of his friends. Once he let go, he didn't want to see who was next.

His feet stood perfectly in front of Ally's and his heart felt anchored.

"I know you said you didn't want anything, but I took your advice about writing my songs," Austin pulled out, what seemed like a card, and handed it to her. "You said to think about you when I'm lost and need to find inspiration, and I did. Open it."

Ally grinned as she slid the card out from the envelope and read the cover.

"Last summer we met, we started as friends, I cant tell you how it all happened," Ally read as Austin just watched her eyes trail the page. She opened it and read aloud. "But I can tell you this."

Then that's when she realized it was one of those cards where you could record your voice into it. Like the one Austin got her when she got a record a deal. All that could be heard at the beginning was a strum of the guitar and Austin's voice appeared.

I think about you, every morning when I open my eyes.

I think about you, every evening, when I turn out the lights.

Ally felt her chest tighten as she tried to console her tears. Unfortunately, Austin spotted her emotions in an instant. He watched her expression fade into something more, vulnerable. There was also a picture of them at the piano together when they wrote their first song. A moment she'll never forget.

I think about you, every moment, every day of my life.

You're on my mind, all the time, its true. I think about you.

Ally smiled as she kept her attention on the card.

"You wrote this," Ally attempted to say without sounded like she was drowning in her own thoughts. Austin nodded. "About me?"

"I guess you could say you're sort of my muse," He complimented as he inched closer into a hug. Ally tightened her arms around his shoulders when he gripped her around the waist and held onto that moment. Dez and Trish stood off to the side with sincere smiles.

"It's only eight months," Austin reassured with his face buried in her neck.

"You say it like it's not a long time," Ally wished it was true.

"Awww," Dez interrupted the moment and Austin and Ally glanced towards him. "Sorry."

"I promise I'll keep in touch with you guys," Austin promised as a voice on the intercom blasted through the area.

"Flight 115 to Los Angeles leaves in 10," The voice announced as every one grew tense.

"I'll miss you guys," That was something Austin was definite on.

"Group hug?" Dez offered and without hesitation they threw themselves into each others arms. No one noticed, but Austin felt the emotions taking over him as well. He tried not to cry but one tear slipped and made sure to wipe it away before they saw.

Austin began to back away from them and walked backwards into the hallway into the boarding room.

That's when it hit Ally, this was real, this was happening now and she wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball in the corner of her room and sob. Trish placed her palm on Ally's shoulder, trying to comfort her.

"He'll be back soon, Ally. We'll be okay," Trish spoke as a figure began to rush up to Ally and without knowing how to react, Austin returned and slammed his lips into hers. She was lifted at least a foot above the ground as Austin's hands tangled through her hair. Dez and Trish didn't know what to say or do, this is the first of them kissing that they've seen.

Austin gently set her back down and released her. His fingers brushed along the edge of her face as they gazed into each others eyes.

"Flight 115 to Los Angeles boards in 5," The voice appeared again, and Austin knew it was time to finally say goodbye. Even if he didn't want to.

"Sir, the flight will be closed in 5 minutes," one of the employees informed, assuming this was his flight. Time was running out and when it did, Ally wouldn't be with him, locked in his arms.

Austin began to back away slowly from Ally, but that doesn't mean they unlocked there gaze. Once Austin made it into the hallway, the glass doors blocked him away from his friends, his old life, Ally.

You could say it felt like one of those dramatic romance movies. Austin pressed his hand against the glass, wishing to return to Ally's arms. All she could do was slowly wave her hand, there was no bringing him back now.

Austin mouthed a sentence to Ally but she couldn't comprehend it very well. It wasn't "I'll miss you" or "I love you", it seemed longer than a couple of words. His figure disappeared down the hall and ally felt her heart crumble into pieces. A part of her left and now she didn't know how to fill that empty part of her.

Within seconds, her purse buzzed and realized it was her phone. She flipped it open and saw it was a text from Austin. Wow already?

"This love is never gonna fade, we are timeless"…some new lyrics that just came to mind. 3 Austin Monica Moon"

Ally grinned to herself as Trish began to snoop.

"Who was it?" Trish asked.

"Austin wanted to say goodbye one last time," Ally lied. She understood what the message meant. They might have said goodbye.

But their hearts never will.

I AM SO THANKFUL FOR EVERYONE WHO READ THIS STORY AND STUCK WITH IT FROM THE BEGINNING! I loved writing every chapter with every ounce of creativity i had and I'm glad for the reviews and favorites you guys had given me! Ive had so much support writing this...wow i sound like I'm giving thanks for an Academy Award XD! Thank you all so much! I also have a R5 thats out called Aint No Superman and i have another Auslly one in the making! I was debating whether to make a sequel, but all stories must come to an end sooner or later. P.S This chapter was my view of how i thought Season 2 would end and i highgly doubt it will be this dramatic and angsty, BUT IM SO EXCITED! Love you all!

AND NEVER FORGET!

There's no way I could make it without ya!