I do not own Austin and Ally or Little Do You Know.

Hey guys,

I apologise for the long wait, I've been super busy these past few weeks, and I also have two other stories I'm working on. Despite this I'll try my best to get back on schedule

Thank you for all the reviews last chapter, some of them were really sweet and they really inspired me to keep writing. Anyway enough rambling...on with the story!

Ally's POV:

I wake up to blinding sunlight streaming through my curtains. The first thing that's on my mind is Austin. I begin to feel a deep regret knowing that we left things off on a bad note. If I'm honest I can't blame him for taking a disliking to me, even my own parents refuse to like, yet alone love me.

I roll out of bed, deciding to quickly clean up the guest house, in case it was left in a bad state.

I slip on a jacket and some boots, and run across my lawn to the small house. I sigh, bracing myself for the mess I might find inside. I feel a relief when I find the place spotless; I thank Austin silently for not leaving a mess. I turn to leave, almost missing the lump hidden underneath the duvets on the bed. I gasp slightly, fearing that the blonde may still be here. I move over to the bed slowly, careful not to make any noise. My fears are confirmed, as I see a few wisps of blonde hair appearing from underneath the duvet, I remove it from his face, finding him sleeping soundly. His face is so calm and angelic; nothing like it is when he's awake. I find myself smiling softly at the runaway, not having the heart to wake him up

After a while, I decide I wake him up, fearing that my parents may walk in at anytime. The blonde wakes up in a panic, as I gently shake him.

"Please Piper, stop! I'll do anything..." He practically screams, as I shake him some more. I automatically stop, afraid that I've traumatised him. He sits up, suddenly calm when he realises where he is. He then looks at me and smiles sheepishly.

"Oh...you're not Piper"

"No, it's just plain old Ally" I tease, but he doesn't seem to appreciate it, and chooses to stare at me intensely. I blush, and shy away from him slightly.

"So...it looks like your lip is beginning to heal" I say, trying my best to erase the awkwardness.

"Yeah" he replies.

I force a smile onto my lips, and notice him gazing into my eyes again.

"Your eyes are just like hers" he tells me, but before I can respond he continues.

"Expect yours seem kind, hers are hard and show no mercy"

"Thank you...I think. Do you mind if I ask who you speak of?"

"Yes I do. Mind your own business!" he snaps his own eyes hardening like the way they did the previous night. This tugs at my heart strings a little, rejection has always been a painful experience for me. It's ironic that I experience so much of it.

"I'm sorry if I upset you" I apologise, my head hanging low.

He grunts.

I say nothing, as he stands up and proceeds to begin packing his things. Once he's finished he roughly swings the backpack over his shoulder, and makes his way towards the door.

"Well, I'm outta here"

"Oh,well...okay. Be safe Austin" I call out

"Yeah, whatever"

And with that he's gone.

Which means my life is back to normal.

Somehow this thought haunts me. The constant longing and emptiness in my heart is worse than ever. It's the first day of summer break, and I already feel like I'm drowning. I can feel myself coming undone, endless tears pour out of my eyes, and my soft sobs fill the small room.

I try, but I can't piece myself back together. Years of pain come out within minutes, my body a complete heap on the floor. I envy those that have experienced love. I give it to others; I just never get any in return.

Wiping away my tears, I walk over to the small piano in the corner of the guest house. My fingers brush the keys, more tears threatening to fall. I manage to hold it together, and begin to play a gentle melody. I feel freer with each note that I play, the sound consuming the room. My emotions are expressed through each note, and so I add lyrics.

"Little do you know
How I'm breaking while you fall asleep
Little do you know
I'm still haunted by the memories
Little do you know
I'm trying to pick myself up piece by piece

Little do you know
I need a little more time

Underneath it all I'm held captive by the hole inside
I've been holding back for the fear that you might change your mind
I'm ready to forgive you but forgetting is a harder fight

Little do you know
I need a little more time"

I breathe. And it feels good; the tight burning sensation in my chest has faded. I write down my song in my song book and smile with contentment. It may be a little short, but I can always add to it later. I've finally found my escape-music.

I quickly clear up, and make my way back to the house. As soon as I open the door, I'm greeted by the sound of my parents arguing. I guess some things don't change. I go to my room, my thoughts drifting towards Austin. I hope he's safe, he seemed like he was in real trouble. After a few moments I remind myself that worrying about him won't do me much good. So instead I hum the tune to the song I wrote, trying to come up with lyrics to the second section.

I'm interrupted when my parents come running into my room, signs of distress present on bother their faces.

"Ally, we've been looking for you everywhere!" my mom says, sounding slightly relieved.

"Why, what's the matter?" I ask.

"A gang have managed to cross our side of town, their threatening people, and promise only to stop once they've found someone"

My face pales, it couldn't be him...could it?

"I believe they're looking for an Austin Moon"

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed.

Until next time,

hintofmint x