I. Am. So. Sorry. About. Last. Chapter.
I guess I was just so tured and stuff, but thank you so much for teh reviews letting me know I had mixed it up! And most of those said 'I love the story anyway' or somehting along those lines, so thank you! I swear, I will try my very very best to not ever let it happen again! I promise! If it does you can feel free to give me a proper lecture, rant and rave and stuff because I deserve it...
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Chapter 11
I woke up to the smell of bacon. For a minute I didn't remember what had happened, and I made my way downstairs, expecting to see my dad in the kitchen. I froze when I saw Austin stood there, shirt off, sweatpants pulled low over his hips to show the top of his Calvin Klein boxers. I felt myself drooling, before I snapped out of it. A bunch of theories ran through my mind, before I finally remembered everything that had happened. I sighed in relief, making Austin jump and fling a pancake into the air. I laughed as he looked up and got hit in the face as it fell back down. (A/N: Cliché, I know. Sorry. I just had to.)
"Aw, dammit." He groaned, wiping sloppy pancake off his face. He turned around and I saw it was all down his torso.
"You look like someone threw up on you." I giggled. He smirked evilly.
"How about a hug, Al-ly?" he said innocently, elongating my name, which I found strangely sexy. I stepped backwards.
"No, I think I'm okay…" I said, stepping back again as he came closer. He grinned.
"But I thought you loved me? Besides, that was a perfectly good pancake you wasted." He complained. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh my God, I am so ashamed. I deserve to be locked up. I cannot believe I murdered an innocent pancake. And in cold blood, too. So ashamed." I mocked him. He glared at me, and for a second I thought he was really angry. Then I saw that familiar twinkle in his eyes, and I knew he was suppressing a laugh.
"Don't take the piss out of pancakes. You can take the piss out of me all you like, but when it comes to pancakes I draw the line." He said seriously, continuing to walk towards me. I kept walking backwards, and then I stumbled. I tried to regain my balance, but to no avail. I felt myself fall to the floor, landing on my ass with an 'oof'.
Austin collapsed with laughter, sinking to his knees and holding his stomach. I glared at him.
"That hurt." I snapped angrily. He looked up at me, wiping tears from his eyes.
"You hurt me. That pancake was hot." He pointed out. I sighed, rolling my eyes at him for a second time.
"Touché, Moon. Now help me up." I sighed, holding out my hand. He laughed and pulled me up, getting to his own feet at the same time. When I was steadily back on my feet I tried to pull my hand back, but he smirked at me and pulled me to him for a hug. I felt wet pancake mix soak through my shirt, but I didn't really care. My other hand went to his chest and I started tracing the lines of his abs. He moaned and kissed me, and I tasted pancakes. I was surprised; it was really good.
"Mmm, that tastes good." I sighed, pulling away. His eyebrows rose.
"It's a gift." He joked, shrugging his shoulders. I laughed.
"Not you, the pancakes." I chuckled.
"What, haven't you ever had pancakes before?" he asked me.
"Not since my mom left." I said, then instantly felt saddened. He stepped forward and hugged me tenderly.
"Sorry, Ally." He said. I shook my head.
"Not your fault. Have you made any more pancakes?" I asked him hopefully. He shook his head.
"No, I had to cook the bacon first, then the pancakes. I've never been good at multi-tasking, and I really didn't want to burn down your kitchen. That was the first one." He sighed. I smiled bravely, stepping closer to whisper in his ear.
"Then I guess I'll just have to make do with what I've got…" I breathed. He frowned, confused, until I trailed a finger down his chest and licked it. I smiled.
"Mmm…" I said seductively. He groaned.
"Ally…why do you have to torture me?" he whispered huskily. I laughed.
"I'd hardly call this 'torture'." I said, repeating the gesture. He grabbed my hand inches away from my mouth.
"Whenever you touch me, it's torture." He whispered. I giggled, suddenly moving my hand to wipe the pancake batter on his lips. He licked them, and I felt myself shiver.
"I, erm…I guess I'm sorry. I could stop touching you…" I suggested quietly. He scoffed.
"I'd rather be tortured by you every day for the rest of my life than have to go without you." He whispered, before kissing me again. I smiled into his lips, moving my hand to play with the band of his boxers. He let go of me to free his hands and I groaned at the trails of heat they left as he slid them underneath my top and up my back. I tangled my free hand in his hair to pull him closer.
I gasped as he suddenly turned us around and hoisted me up to sit on the counter, my legs wrapped around his waist. We were so preoccupied we didn't hear the front door open, only springing apart at the sound of my father clear his throat.
I looked away from his angry face guiltily and slid down from the counter. Austin looked embarrassed too, but kept an arm around my waist supportively.
"One night, Ally, I trusted you for one night…your mother died yesterday, Ally! How could you…do you even care? Or do you care more about shacking up with your boyfriend that grieving over your mother?" he yelled at me. I was shocked at his harsh words, feeling the tears well up as Austin pulled me closer protectively.
"Mr Dawson, you're being unreasonable-" Austin started, but my dad cut him off.
"Don't you dare speak to me, young man! Taking advantage of my daughter in her fragile state; you disgust me. You should be ashamed of yourself. I want you out of here. Now." He said, voice low and furious.
"No, dad, he wasn't-that's not what it is!" I protested. He just glared at me.
"I knew you were naïve, Ally, but seriously? Aren't you smarter than this? This boy is using you, Ally; inviting you to stay in his house, jumping at the chance to stay here overnight. He only wants one thing Ally; a girl as smart as you should be able to figure that out!" he shouted. Austin stepped forward, fuming. I grabbed him around the stomach to hold him back.
"I would never use Ally for anything, Mr Dawson. You have this all wrong. I love her, and I'll admit we got carried away, but you have no right to start judging me. You don't even know me." He growled. My dad just went redder, if that's even possible.
"I wasn't born yesterday, young man. I've raised Ally as a single parent for a long time, and I know her well enough to realise that she has changed lately; ever since she started associating with you." He yelled. That was when I snapped.
"Actually, dad, I started changing before that. Right around the time I fell in love with a guy who had sex with me and then refused to speak to me! And no, it wasn't Austin. It was a guy called Dallas. Anyway, I came home and I acted like everything was fine, for your sake! I didn't want you to have to live knowing that I was hurt like that. And everything was fine; until that same Dallas turned up at Miami High. That was when I started changing, Dad. But you were too busy keeping your stupid little secret about mom to notice! If anything, Austin is the one thing that stopped me from going completely off the rails." I shouted. His face paled and his mouth opened in shock. Even Austin was staring at me in surprised, but then he squeezed me in comfort.
"I-you-Ally, get out." He said lowly. At first, I didn't think I had heard him right.
"What?"
"I said, get out. And take your stupid little boyfriend with you. And when he does exactly the same thing to you, don't bother come crying to me." He growled, venom lacing his voice. I wanted to cry. I wanted to fall to my knees and cry. First my mom dies, and now my dad is kicking me out. He hates me, I know he does. But I kept my composure, mostly out of pride.
"But dad…I'm sorry." I whispered, voice hoarse. His expression softened momentarily, but then he went back to being stony faced.
"I told you to get out!" he shouted, and I nodded, walking forwards. He moved to let me and Austin past him, then stopped us as we went to the front door.
"Don't you want to get some stuff? I'm assuming you're going to stay at his place, so don't you need clothes? Unless, you know, you don't bother with those." He said venomously. I gaped; this was not the father I had grown up with. Something inside him had snapped, and I hated that it was my fault it had.
"I-I'll go get some clothes." I murmured, pulling myself away from Austin. He followed me up into my room anyway, slamming the door behind him.
"The only thing stopping me from knocking that guy out is the fact that he's your father." He hissed. I looked at him, opening my mouth to say something, but all that came out was a muffled croak as I burst into tears and buried my head in his chest. He hugged me tightly, then walked me over to the couch. I sat down and hugged a pillow to my chest.
"I'll pack you a bag, and then we can go, okay? You won't need much; he'll be calling and apologising on a few days, I guarantee." He said comfortingly, but I shook my head.
"I don't think so. I've seen him angry before, Austin. But never this angry. He hates me, I know it. He'll never forgive me." I sobbed, burying my head in the pillow. He hugged me again, whispering in my ear.
"He doesn't hate you, Ally. No-one could hate you."
I watched him through my hair as he went through my drawers, too depressed to even manage a blush as he went through my underwear drawer. I did laugh a little when he held up a really skimpy, lacy number Trish bought me as a joke a year or two ago. I laughed even more when he slipped it into the bag and licked his lips. Then I thought of my dad, and stopped laughing. He sighed, muttering something about a 'disgusting, selfish bastard' under his breath.
I was thankful to see that my dad had gone into the lounge as we walked back down the stairs, hand in hand, my bag of clothes slung over Austin's shoulder. I suddenly remembered something, and darted into the bathroom and grabbed a box of, erm, 'lady things' to slide into the bag. Austin took one look at the box and paled, making me stifle a giggle. Guys.
We got into his car and he threw my bag onto the back seat and slammed the door shut, taking out his barely-contained fury on his car, just like I had done the night before. I smiled at him softly.
"Calm down, Austin, please. You're scaring me." I whispered. He glanced at me, all the anger fading from his face as he started the car.
"Sorry Ally, I just…I hate seeing anyone hurt you, especially someone I know that you love so much. And the things he was saying about me…I know I don't have the best reputation with girls, but I'm not like that. I don't lead them on and break their hearts. And I would never do that to you. I love you, and it was so hard hearing him say those things…" he explained. I smiled at him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. He visibly relaxed.
"I love you too, and I get it. But you need to stay calm, before you drive us off the road." I said, looking pointedly at the speed gauge. We were ten mph over the limit, and counting. He slowed down quickly, looking apologetic.
"Sorry." He said sheepishly. I shrugged, before letting go of his hand so he could reach the gearstick.
I leant back in the seat and sighed, closing my eyes. I jumped when he turned the radio on and it was loud, but he turned it down quickly. We listened to a couple adverts before a song came on. I grinned at the opening chords, instantly recognising one oof my all-time favourites.
Hmmmm yea yea yeaaa
You know where I come from
You know my story
You know why I'm standing here
Tonight
Please don't go
Don't be in a hurry
I'm here to make it clear
Make it right
Well I know I've acted foolish
But I promise you no more
I've finally found that something
Worth reaching for
I'm not here to say I'm sorry
I'm not here to lie to you
I'm here to say I'm ready
That I've finally thought it through
I'm not here to let your love go
I'm not giving up oh no
I'm here to win your heart and soul
That's my goal
Please don't go
You know that I need you
I can't breathe without you
Live without you
Be without you
Well I know I've acted foolish
But I promise you no more
No more
I'm not here to say I'm sorry
I'm not here to lie to you
I'm here to say I'm ready
That I've finally thought it through
I'm not here to let your love go
I'm not giving up oh no
I'm here to win your heart and soul
That's my goal
Well I won't stop believing
That we will be leaving together
So when I say I love you
I'll mean it forever and ever
Ever and ever
I'm not here to say I'm sorry
I'm not here to say I'm sorry
I'm not here to lie to you
I'm here to say I'm ready
That I've finally thought it through
(Oh I'm ready)
I'm not here to let your love go
I'm not giving up oh no
I'm here to win your heart and soul
(That's why I'm here babe)
Yes I'm here to win your heart and soul
That's my goal
That's my goal
I sang along to the entire song, not realising until I was finished that Austin was singing too. We looked at each other and grinned.
"I love that song so much." I said happily. He nodded.
"Wow. No-one else I know even knows it, since it's a British one. I watched The X Factor online every year; I love music so much, and none of the American shows are nearly as good." He said, smiling. I nodded in agreement.
"I love it too. I like The X Factor USA too, but it's just not quite the same…" I sighed. He nodded.
"Yeah, I agree. Then again, apparently Demi Lovato is on the judging panel this year, and that girl is one sexy piece of woman." He growled. I felt jealousy flare up for a second, but I had to agree.
"I love her. She's such an amazing artist, and her story is just…inspiring." I said. He nodded.
"Yeah, I agree." He smiled. (A/N; Sorry, I just had to. Had to. I love Demi Lovato so much, she is my idol and my inspiration. I had to get some love for her in here somewhere. Just had to. Oh, and in case you didn't know, she really is a judge on The X Factor USA…and they say Disney stars never go anywhere once they leave Disney…or get fired, in her case. But she rocks the whole 'being fired' thing, so yeah! And it was just Disney being stupid, and judging her because she went to rehab and whatever...it was the best thing that ever happened to her anyway, so... )
When we got to Austin's house he sighed.
"I think my dad will be asleep, so you shouldn't have to deal with him, but you never know with my mom." He sighed. I shrugged. When I stayed with him all that time ago, I hadn't had to face either of his parents awake since that first encounter with his dad.
"I'll be okay, Austin. My mom just died, and my dad just kicked me out. I can deal with a couple of drunks." I sighed, then winced, glancing at him apologetically. He laughed.
"Wow, Ally. Blunt."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to come out like that." I sighed. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close as we walked up his driveway.
"It's okay. That's what they are. Besides, I know you didn't mean it to hurt me." I smiled, relieved that he wasn't upset.
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P.S; Sorry about my Demi rants...I wrote this on her birthday, the 20th August btw, so I was in a very Demi mood, so yeah...idm if you ignored it, but if you didnt, every word is still true ;)
