Author's Note

I am sooooooooo sorry. I bet you guys thought I was dead. And now you know I'm alive, you want to kill me! I apologize for not updating in weeks, but my life has just been really busy. And warning for you now, I probably won't be able to update as much as I have in the past. So as a gift for being so terrible, I give you a very long chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't down anything that you recognise.

Chapter 14

Ally's POV

I hold my now red face in my hands as I finish recalling the disaster called last night events.

"I am so sorry," I squeak out, not daring to look at Austin's expression. Why was I so annoying and whiney?

"There's the reaction I wanted," Austin says happily. I groan.

"How can you joke after what happened last night?" I ask, almost dying of embarrassment.

"Because it was funny," He states. I finally lift my head out of my hands to send him a glare.

"You're mean," I moan while rubbing my temples.

"And according to you; sweet and considerate, and sexy," He mocks smirking.

"Did I forget to mention arrogant, egotistical and just a plain dick head?"

"Still sexy," He shrugs, making me roll my eyes.

"Thank you for last night," I mumble. He gives me a confused look before smiling warmly.

"No problem,"

"I don't know what would've happened if you didn't save me,"

"You know I wouldn't let that happen," He says looking me in the eyes. Why does he do that? One second he is an arrogant asshole, then the next, he is sweet and caring. I inwardly groan.

"Why am I so stupid? I know drinking won't solve my problems," I scold myself.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. You wanted to forget the hurt, and at the moment that was the only way to do it." I look at him in disbelief. "You're not the only one that has gone through a nasty break up," He shrugs at my confused look.

"At least I know that I won't be doing that again any time soon," I sigh.

"Thank goodness," Austin laughs. "You were quite the handful," I laugh too.

"Again, I am so sorry,"

"Any time," He smiles. We just share a moment of silence. I wonder what is going through his mind right now.

"Did you really mean what you said last night?" He asks me quietly. I give him a confused look. "About you liking me," He explains. My whole face flushes.

"Yeah," I mumble. His face lights up. "But I also don't want a relationship." I add. I could see something flash across his golden-brown eyes. Disappointment? Why would he be disappointed? He can have any girl in the world. Even if he wasn't an international superstar, it would be a hard task to pick up a girl. Yet he is here.

Then Trish's words echo through my head again. Wow, you got him wrapped around your finger. It's true. He says that he likes me. The only reason he likes me is because I am interesting, and if you ever met me; that is something I am not. I bet Dallas cheated on me because I was boring.

That all is a sign. That I need a change in personality. I have to admit that this last week has been the most exciting of my life. Plan new Ally Dawson is now in commence.

"Hello," Austin says waving his hand in front of my face. I blink in confusion.

"Welcome back to the real world," He laughs. "Your cereal is soggy," I look down to my corn flakes, and they are in fact soggy and look like a wet pile of mush. Nice.

"I guess I'll have to make something else for breakfast," I shrug.

"Pancakes!" Austin exclaims like a kid. I laugh at his excitement for pancakes.

"I guess I'm making pancakes," I sigh.

"Awesome! I haven't had pancakes in ages,"

"Me neither. My reason is because I never have time to make them, or I cannot be bothered to," I say getting up so I can find the ingredients. I surprised that I even have them considering I haven't cooked in ages, and me and Trish don't buy this stuff in our groceries.

"I would have them every day, if I knew how to make them,"

"You don't know how to make them,"

"I told you that earlier," He points out.

"I know. It just that; they are like the simplest thing to make. Like ever!" I exclaim.

"I know! It's just that I usually have cooks to do that for me. Right now I'm just on break before the album, so I never really needed to know," He shrugged. I nod taking in the information. He has chefs to cook for him! Rich bastard.

"Then I will teach you how," I say reaching for the flour on the top shelf. Why is it so high up? I am super short! And Trish is shorter than me! It just doesn't make sense. Suddenly I feel Austin's toned chest against my back, and see his handover my head as he picks it up easily.

"Here you go; Miss Dawson," He whispers in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. He places it front of me on the counter, and then walks away. Damn him! Why does he get me all flustered for his amusement? Two can play that game.

"Okay. We have start with the batter," I state walking over to the bowl I got out. "Can you pass me the flour?"

"A please would be nice,"

"I'm the teacher. I don't have to say please," I say reaching for it. But he just picks it up and lifts it above his head so I can't reach it.

"Just because you're the teacher, doesn't mean you don't have to be polite,"

"It does mean I get to boss you around,"

"What ever you say shortie. Manners don't cost anything,"

"Fine. Please," With that, he places it on the counter next to the bowl.

"Now was that so hard?" He asks.

"No. But neither is this," I say picking up a bit of flour, and flicking it in his hair. He just stares at me shocked, as I burst out laughing.

"You did not just do that,"

"Oh; but I did," I laugh. The next thing I know, my face is fully covered in white.

"Then I did just do that," He laughs. The next thing I know, we are having a flour fight, flicking flour over each other.

"I give up," I say catching my breath from all the laughing.

"They always do," Austin smirks. I pick up a bit more, and flick it in his face. He just laughs.

I look up and down at the mess we made. There was flour all over the floor, our clothes and faces. We were entirely covered in the white substance (that sounded wrong).

"Well that used up half the flour," I sigh, still calming down from my laughing fit.

"Yeah. You look so white that vampires are jealous,"

"Except I don't sparkle in the sun." I point out. Austin just scoffs.

"Vampires don't sparkle in the sun. They burn."

"In twilight they do,"

"Those stupid, gay excuses of vampires? They suck."

"Twilight is one of the most romantic movies and novels ever," I argue.

"Really? Because I don't find a girl who thinks she is in love with some weird guy, and a werewolf that takes his shirt off every five minutes, very romantic."

"Because you haven't watched it properly,"

"I don't get it. Why are do all vampires have to be sexy? What happened to the days when vampires lived in coffins and would burn at the touch of garlic?"

"You're just jealous," I tease, turning around to move the flour packet so it's not so close to the edge.

"Please. I'm way sexier than any of those pale skinned pretty boys," I scoff. "Even you said so last night," I turn and shove him a bit. But I am met with his bare flesh. My body stiffens as I realise that Austin has taken his shirt off.

"I should go change. In fact I'll have a shower and wash up," I decide.

"Can I join?" Austin asks, raising an eyebrow. The normal Ally would just hit him then walk away. But where's the fun in that.

"You can," I say, making Austin give me a look of shock. I'm pretty sure that if he were drinking right now, he would have done a spit-take. "But then I would karate kick you where it hurts," I add, then walk away. Yeah; so much funnier.

I have my shower and get dressed. When I walk in the kitchen I see Austin sitting at the bar; and reading my book. The normal Ally would scream at him to not touch her book, but I'm the new Ally. Because of this, I just sneak over and look over his shoulder.

"You know that's a total invasion of privacy," I whisper in his ear. He jumps a mile in the air, and I just start laughing.

"Oh, god Ally! You scared me," He said between hyperventilating.

"That was the point." I say grabbing my book. "By the way. Don't. Touch. My. Book," I whisper in his ear. I smile and walk to the other side of the bar. When I get there, I see that all the flour has been cleared up.

"Thanks for clearing up," I say, impressed.

"I made half of it so I figured I'd help,"

I look at him properly for the first time. He had washed his face, and he was still shirtless. I find myself staring at his six-pack that I've secretly been wanting to see all morning.

"Like what you see?" He asks cockily.

"A lot," I reply, surprising him. I am really getting good at this. "So do want to make these pancakes or not?"

"Sure," he says, still a bit shocked at my sudden change in personality.

Soon we have made the batter. I showed Austin how to do it, and he got it quickly (it is the easiest thing, so not hard to pick up). We had the occasional moments when Austin would purposely push up against me, and I would just push him off.

"We have completed the first step," I say victoriously.

"Awesome. How did I do Miss Dawson?"

"Depends on how you look at it. You did well considering it was the first time you've made them. But not that well considering it is very easy to pick up,"

"I'll that that as a compliment,"

"Whatever floats your boat,"

With the batter mix ready we just have to actually make them. I go over to the cupboard and bend over to reach the frying pan. But when I do, I feel Austin smack my butt lightly. This makes me snap up, and glare at him.

"What? I couldn't resist," He shrugs.

I just shake my head, and reach for the pan. When I get up, I make sure to do it slowly, trying to tease him a bit. I could hear him take a sharp intake of breath. Sweet vengeance.

"Okay then. This is the tricky part; flipping the pancakes," I say setting down the pan on the stove.

"The trickiest, yet the funniest," Austin adds moving so he is standing next to me.

"Okay. So you have to get the batter and then pour it on the pan," I say demonstrating the action.

"I know that. I'm not that dumb," Austin says in a 'duh' tone.

"That is a matter of opinion," I reply, earning a shove from Austin. I just shove it off and continue pouring the batter.

"Okay, now we leave it for a second then flip it," I instruct.

"Awesome! Finally, something fun," He exclaims. I gasp in fake hurt.

"Are my lessons not fun to you Mr Moon?" I ask putting a hand on my heart.

"I'll be honest. I can concentrate because the teacher is really sexy," he whispers, suddenly behind me. "And between you and me; I think she likes me," He whispers in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine, and causing the butterflies to blaze in my stomach.

"Once again, that is a matter of opinion," I say under my breath, which was hard since I am unknowingly holding it. Suddenly I could see white smoke coming from under the pancake, which means that it is probably going to burn soon. Or already is burning.

"Okay then," I say composing myself. "Time to flip it," I say grabbing the handle. I was about to flip it, when Austin's hands cover mine.

"You're not doing it right," He whispers in my ear again, sending anther round of shivers to ripple down my spine, then flips it easily and catching it in the centre.

"Oh really? Who's the teacher here?" I say while shoving his hands off mine. After a second, I take the pan and flip it, sending to fly backwards. I turn to face Austin, my eyes wide, and a huge grin on my face. The pancake was hanging on top of his head, hanging over his right eye. He had both of his eyes closed, and was just standing there. I was kind of scared to what his reaction would be.

"Told you that you were doing it wrong," he says, making both of us burst out laughing. I reach up and take the pancake off his face, but he picks it up and sticks it in his mouth.

"Eww. That's been on your face," I exclaim.

"So? It would have been a waste!" He shrugs. I just roll my eyes and turn back to the stove.

"So how do you do it Mr pancake-expert-but-I-don't-actually-know-how-to-make-them?"

"That is a ridiculously long name Mrs I-can't-flip-a-pancake-because-it-will-end-up-on-Austin's-face,"

"So was that," I point out, while pouring more batter on the pan.

"Touché," He says while coming behind me again. "Well, what you have to do is grip the handle like this," he says while placing his hands over mine again. "Then you have to do a small flick of the wrist. Like this," He demonstrates, making another perfect flip.

"That was how I did it," I exclaim, even though I know I didn't. Austin just chuckles at this.

"You are stubborn, you know that," He says hugging me tight from behind. I turn around and look up at him.

"Calling your teacher names. I ought to punish you for that," I say in a husky voice outing my arms on his shoulders.

"Oh really. How are you going to punish me, Miss Dawson?" He asks in the same voice, leaning in.

"It involves water," I say while drawing circles on his bare chest.

"Really," Austin says, urging me on, leaning in closer.

"And a lot of wiping something really delicate," I continue.

"Tell me more," he says coming closer.

"And squeezing liquid all over something,"

"Sounds like fun," Now his face is inches from mine.

"It sure is. Have fun washing the dishes," I say then turn around, leaving him shocked. I continue to make more pancakes.

"You're going to be the death of me," He groans into my ear, squeezing me tighter. I just smirk and pour more batter.

After that, Austin and I finished up the batter. Soon we had two huge stacks of pancakes, and a whole lot of fruit and cream. And considering that I haven't eaten all morning, it all looked pretty damn good right now.

"Do we need this much?" I laugh, looking at our tower of pancakes.

"Of course!" Austin exclaims.

"Really, because I don't think that I could eat half of these!"

"Who said that you can have half?" I raise an eyebrow, and we both laugh. "Seriously," He adds with a serious expression.

"Please, like you can eat half of these pancakes,"

"Are you questioning the pancake expert?"

"Not questioning. Just doubting him,"

"Fine! I bet I can eat 10 of these in 20 seconds," He challenges.

"Fine. I'll get my phone," I say walking over to my bag and taking out my phone. When I came back half of the pancakes were gone, and Austin was pigging out on one. I gape at him for a second. How did he?

"What? I have a big appetite!" He shrugs.

"I guess I won't be needing this then," I sigh setting my phone down and walking back over to him.

"You didn't even wait for the cream," I point out taking a seat next to him.

"I did too," He says gesturing to his pancakes that has been painted in cream and fruit to make a smiley face.

"You still draw smiley faces on your pancakes?" I ask amused at how much of a kid he is.

"Duh! That's half the fun," He exclaims, with half his pancake still in his mouth. Eww.

"One, don't with food in your mouth. And two, you find it fun to make smiley faces that are happy, then devour them like a monster?" I ask while picking up the cream.

"That's a morbid way to put it, but yes. Yes I do," He smiles. I just roll my eyes and start shaking the cream like it instructs on the can. Then I spray it over the pancake.

"You don't know how wrong that looked right now," The old Ally would have kicked him, but I just take the can, and spray some in my mouth. I see him staring at me shocked.

"Then I bet that, that just turned you on a whole lot," I say after licking the last bit of cream off my lips. I smile and then put some strawberries on my pancake.

"You're acting different this morning," Austin states, like he is trying to put his finger on something.

"Really? How?" I ask innocently leaning against the counter. He walks up to me, and puts his arms on either side of my body, like he is trapping me.

"You've been teasing me all morning, and been ignoring my dirty comments," He comes closer to me again. "And you've been driving me crazy," He growls in my ear, making the butterflies flare again. I just look him in the eye, and he leans in closer.

When our noses are touching, I pick up the cream, and spray him on the nose. I burst out laughing. But I stop when I feel something cold land on my chest. I look down to find chocolate syrup dripping down on the exposed bit of my neck. Game on. I grab the whip cream, and spray it on Austin's bare chest. He looks down, with an amused look. Is it weird that I king of wanted to lick it off?

"That's it Dawson!" he yells and sprints towards me. Soon we are running in circles around the counter, until Austin stops and runs the other way. I turn and run backward toward the sofa. Then Austin tackles me, sending us both flying on to the sofa.

We are both gasping for air. Austin is lying on top of me, leaning on his elbows so that he doesn't have his full weight on me. I stare up into his eyes. His golden brown eyes, which have just the slightest amount of green that you can't see unless you look really close.

As if there was a magnet connecting us, we both lean in. We were so close that I could feel his breath flutter on my face. Just when we were about to kiss, Austin pulls away, and leans his forehead against mine.

I couldn't help but feel disappointment and hurt in this moment. It seems like this wasn't like any other kiss that we've had. It was going to be affectionate, and not totally driven by lust. It was going to be different. But he pulled away.

"We should get cleaned up," He whispers, even though it was hardly audible. I nod, and he gets up. I follow not long after.

I walk to the bathroom and grab a flannel and make it damp. I see the smear of chocolate syrup on my chest, and quickly wipe it off. Then I walk into my room to find Austin with his shirt in his hands. I go over to him and wipe hand him the flannel. I hear him mumble a 'thanks'.

"Thanks for the pancakes," he says awkwardly after pulling his top over his head. I nod again.

"Any time," I say opening the door.

"Well. I'll see you around I guess," He says awkwardly.

"See you," I mumble in reply, and shut the door after he was out.

I stare at the door for a second, my mind blank. Suddenly I feet regret. Without thinking, I opened the door, and grabbed Austin's arm, and dragged him back in, pushed him up against the door, and gave him a rough passionate kiss.

If you guys didn't gather from what happened there, there is going to be a sex scene in the next chapter. So now that Ally is the 'new Ally' there will be a lot more sex scenes from here. Good news though! I was writing out the full plan of the story right to the end, and it turns out that there are going to be 43 chapters and an epilogue. But because I haven't written all of it there might be more (and very unlikely, but there maybe less).

Love it? Hate it? Bored? Favourite line? I want to know your thoughts. If you have any ideas please tell me, I will love to use them, and it could really help me. And any constructive criticism is appreciated.

That was long. Until next time.