hey guys this chapter will be the next of the downfall and all that fun stuff. Enjoy! Review please!

Dingy bars in the wrong side of town, cigarette smoke crowded the one rooms spaces, half-life's scattered around trying to piece their lives back together at the bottom of a bottle. This was our main stage, slowly small groups came to watch, asked us about shows, and Delilah headed the band and its business. My job was to write songs, which I did. Whole heartedly. So I wouldn't focus on the void that filled it. It had been more then awkward when we meet up with the others, it had been straight-out painful. Trish had been getting suspicious since we didn't talk or touch. Things couples generally do. I hadn't told them about the band I was in, or the stupid shit I had done. Hell, I didn't even talk.

I found myself coming to these bars, booking more and more gigs, performing let me lose myself. Tonight was one of those longer nights where we did a couple covers after the set was finished. I needed a break so James had taken the stage. I sat a table with Delilah sipping a beer slowly and smoking a cigarette. He walked up to the mike and smiled into the audience, he was just stunning. And all the females in the crowd agreed with a sigh.

"This is a classic, hope y'all know it," he says. He leans back and start to strum his guitar.

"I look at you all see all the love that is sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps."

The raspiness of his voice sent tumors through my body, he let the music flow through him and into his guitar.

"Whoa," Delilah breathed during the guitar solo, "Who knew he could play like that?"

I didn't answer her, I took a drag and closed my eyes and listened to the song.

I hated driving home after two am, it wasn't that there was traffic. Only for the pure fact that music seemed to loud and the silence was deafening. i found myself driving towards the ocean, I pulled up to the parking lot. I didn't want to go home, too many boxes. Too many memories. I pulled myself from the driver's seat and sat on the hood. I knew that Delilah wouldn't mind, she had gone home with Michael, to 'discuss band stuff'.

I'm not sure how long I sat there pondering whether or not to go swimming. Somehow I found myself getting back into the car and driving. Past the city lights, down that back road, up that goddamn driveway. I threw the keys into the bag and stalked up those steps.

I rung the door bell twice and banged on the door. Reality filtered back to me in fragments, why would he answer the door? Its three am, he wouldn't be awake. Even if did he wouldn't want to see you.

These all seem to vanish when he opened the door, a mop of blonde hair and sleepy hazel eyes.

"Ally?"

"I need you," I said bluntly taking a step forward. His eyebrows knitted together.

"Als-"

I didn't let him finish, I threw myself into his arms. I reached for his lips then it all seemed to fade. His hands cupped my face and he kissed me. With such intensity like he was suffocating and I was air. He pushed the door close, and pinned me against it.

He left no room for love, it was need it was want, and it was desperate. I didn't care I pulled off my jacket. And he pulled back; I stood confused and breathless against his front door.

"Strip."

So I did, I pulled off my shirt and dropped it on the floor, "Slower."

I blinked then reached for the hem of my shirt, he closed the small space between us before I could pull it off.

He picked me up and carried me over to the stairs, reaching the top he pinned me quickly against the wall to kiss me. We eventually made it to the bedroom. It wasn't sweet or slow. It wasn't the gentle Austin I knew.

I woke up wrapped in white bedding with bright warm light filtering through the window. That would have to be my favorite thing about Austin's bed, the comforting environment that surrounded him and his house. I sat up and stretched enjoying the peace of the moment, because I knew that there was no good way for this to end. I got out of bed and looked around the spacious room; my clothes were folded neatly in a pile on the chair next to the window. I frowned; I wasn't going to be welcomed when I saw him. I pulled on the ripped up white shirt and the jeans, and shrugged on the leather jacket. I went into the bathroom and cleaned my face from last night's makeup. I hesitantly walked down the hallway to the top of the stairs, it was so quiet. My chest tightened and my breathes became shorter. I walked down the stairs and quietly entered the kitchen.

He was sitting with his back to me at the breakfast nook.

"Good morning," my voice was no higher than a whisper.

I could have sworn I saw his jaw clench, he didn't speak, he laughed. Bitterly.

"Austin?" I asked, a little louder. He shook his head.

"Why do you do this to me Als," he stood; his eyes were wet with tears.

"You know how much I love you, I would do anything for you but its never good enough," he yells at me, I take a step back. I can hear all the hurt in his voice, and it buries itself in my heart. i want to reach out and touch him but I refuse to let myself do that.

"I'm so so sorry," I whispered, he shook his head.

He snorts, "Get the fuck out of my house Ally. Now."

My breathing falls short, he has never said that to me before.

"Now."

I tried to step forward but he flashed me a warning gaze. His hazel eyes burned with distain, I knew that I needed to leave. I walked quietly out of Austin's mansion, silent tears falling on my cheeks as I slipped out the front door. I kept my sobs controlled until I was on the road driving away from his house. I couldn't help myself, I pulled off to the side of the road and let them out. I shook violently and cried. My phone buzzed, I glared at it but picked it up anyway. Delilah texted me reminding me that we had a band meeting today and a gig tonight, I felt an overwhelming need to break something. Thinking about going out and performing made me want to throw up, I rolled down the passenger window and threw my phone into the field next to the road. Without thinking, like most of the things I did, I sped off.

I didn't see myself showing up to their red door until I arrived, she was the first to answer it. I didn't expect my dad to be home on a Friday, with the store and all.

Lara's eyebrows furrowed together, "Ally, dear."

I could see the confusion etched on her face, my eyes were probably red and puffy. She opened her arms and I fell into them and started to cry again.

"It's okay baby girl, how bout we get you some tea and we can talk, okay?" he whispered soothing with rubbing my hair. I nodded and she led me into her house.

I DO NOT own and George Harrison songs or Austin and Ally