Why Try
The door slams. The lock clicks. Fists bang against the wall.
Usually frustrated screams accompany the beating fists, but not tonight.
Ally slides down the door, burying her face in her hands as she reaches the floor. Usually she's certain that he'll let her back in eventually, after he cools down, because he always does. But this time, she's not so sure.
They were fighting about song lyrics. It seems like a silly, trivial thing to fight over, but not to them. Ally had thought that the song should have lyrics that on the surface it sounds like a poppy love song, but if you were to really study the lyrics you'd see that they exposed raw, true feelings. Austin thought that that was ridiculous. He thought that people should be open with their feelings, not bury them deep inside and just hope someone will figure them out.
Then everything blew up.
A&A
"Well maybe some people don't know how to express their feelings out loud, and another somebody doesn't listen enough to truly understand how the other someone is feeling!" Ally's voice was rising in octaves.
Austin slammed his hands down on the hood of the piano, making Ally jump. "Well maybe if someone would just open up, the other someone wouldn't have to constantly wonder if their whole relationship with the other someone is just one sided!"
Ally clenched her jaw. "Well that someone should know the other someone better to think that would seriously spend four years with that someone if the whole thing was one sided!"
"Can we cut the 'someone' crap, Ally? I think we both know who we're talking about!"
"Well sometimes I wonder what you really do know, Austin, because I would think that you'd know I have to care about you for dealing with all this," Ally motioned to Austin, "all day, every day, for four years."
Austin scoffed. "You deal with me? Really, Ally?"
"Well in case you haven't noticed, being with you isn't exactly the easiest thing in the universe!"
"Oh really? How so?" Austin's crossed his arms and gave Ally a challenging look.
"Well first of all, you start a fight pretty much every night!"
"I do not."
"Yes you do!" Exasperated, Ally threw her hands into the air.
"Well, not every night! More like every few nights. And I'm not always the one that starts them! You start them too!"
"I do not!" Ally crossed her arms, mimicking Austin.
"Yes, you do! You're always nagging me about taking the dishes out of the dishwasher, or leaving the toilet seat up, or when I leave my shoes by the door!"
Ally rolled her eyes. "Those are things that are easily fixable! At least I'm not pointing out your biggest insecurities!"
Austin narrowed his eyes for a moment, studying Ally. When he spoke again his voice was a bit softer. "What are you talking about?"
Ally sucked in a deep breath, trying to blink away the hot tears, but they disobeyed her and fell fatly down her cheeks. She looked down at her lap instead of looking at Austin.
"It's just," Ally said, her voice shaky. "Sometimes you can be really mean. I don't know if you notice, but it's like you're trying to hurt me. You start pointing out flaws in things like my height or my stage fright or even my singing."
"You know, you say pretty hurtful stuff to me, too."
Ally's head snapped up and she glared at Austin. "Do you have to make everything about you?"
Her voice was no longer quite; she was yelling again, her throat becoming soar. Austin stood up from the piano bench and began to pace, frustrated.
"Why do you make everything so difficult, Ally?"
"Are you blaming this all on me?"
Austin threw his hands up in the air. "Maybe I am! Maybe you're the reason we have so many problems!"
"I can't believe you! How dare you blame everything on me! You can be so freaking ridiculous sometimes that I just can't believe it."
Austin crossed over to the kitchen, up to the sink. Ally cautiously walked over, leaning against the island to watch him.
Austin turned on the faucet and pooled his hands together, collecting water for just a moment, and then splashing it into his face.
"Austin, what are you doing? You're getting the floor all wet!"
Austin turned around and walked to the island, leaning on it like Ally. Beads of water dripped from the tips of his hair and ran down his face.
"I was hoping that this was all a dream, and that I'd wake up to a girlfriend that was actually normal and didn't have the need to fight with me every two seconds!"
Ally took in a deep breath. "Well I sure hope this is all some sick, twisted dream and that I'll wake up to a loving, supportive boyfriend who's always there for me, unlike you!"
Both of them were screaming at the top of their lungs at this point, and they were both out of breath.
"Well maybe you should go find him them, if this isn't working out for you!" Austin gestured between them.
"You know what? Maybe I will!" Ally's voice was so loud that it echoed off the wall.
"Fine!" Austin yelled back.
Ally stormed to the door, Austin trailing behind her. She opened the door and turned to him.
"I hate you, Austin Monica Moon. I can't believe I ever thought I loved you." Ally scoffed and turned on her heel.
The door slammed behind her.
A&A
They've never had a fight that bad. Ally had never stooped so low as to say that she hated him. Her heart ached in her chest as every moment of the last hour flashed through her head.
She didn't mean anything that she said. She could only hope that he didn't either.
The beginning of their relationship was picture perfect. They were high school sweethearts still in the honeymoon phase. Then when they graduated, they moved to New York together to go to MUNY. The first year was fine, but then they started having disagreements, which lead to arguments, which lead to full on fights. It seemed like sometimes they just screamed to see who's louder.
Ally pulls her knees closer to her chest and rests her chin on her knees. The tears roll freely down her face and soak her sweatpants. She tugs the sleeves of her sweatshirt past her hands and uses them to wipe her cheeks.
Her heart lurches for a moment when she hears a door opening, but it sinks again when she realizes that it was the door across the hall. Her neighbor (and best friend) Trish pops her head around the door and takes in Ally's current state.
"Oh honey what's wrong!" Trish rushes to Ally's side and sits down next to her. As Ally looks over her, she realizes that Trish is wearing a night robe and is makeup free.
"Trish, what time is it?" Ally asks, quietly.
"It's two in the morning." Trish says solemnly. Ally hadn't realized how late it was.
Ally assumes that Trish really knew what was going on, since she puts an arm around Ally and doesn't ask any questions. Trish is one of the only people that know about Austin and Ally's fights. Dez, Trish's fiancé, is the only other person who knows, since he is Austin's best friend.
"I said I hated him, Trish," Ally says as she cries silently into Trish.
"But you didn't mean that, did you?" Trish soothes.
"No, of course not. I love him so much that it hurts. What if I lost him over the stupid stuff that I said?" Ally cries as she lifts her head to search Trish's eyes.
Trish pulls Ally into her arms and strokes her hair. "Ally, that boy loves you more than you even know. He's crazy for you, he just doesn't know how to show you that. I've never seen anyone look the way that he does when he's looking at you. I don't think you could lose him if you tried."
"It doesn't feel like he likes me at all. Like, we sleep in the same bed and everything, but I can't even remember the last time he kissed me, or even touched me. It feels like we're some old married couple that just won't separate because it's too late; there's nothing that can be fixed."
Ally's sobbing now, and Trish rubs her back. Trish's apartment door opens, and Dez pops his head out. He gives Ally a sympathetic look.
"Austin texted me." He says solemnly. Ally sniffs and attempts to dry her tears.
"What did he say?"
"Just that it was bad- really bad." Dez says gently. Ally nods and looks at Trish.
"You should go back to bed." Ally pulls away from Trish and puts a hand on her shoulder.
"Are you sure?" Trish asks, looking Ally up and down.
"Yeah," Ally breathes. "I need time to breathe."
Ally forces a smile as Trish stands up. Trish takes Dez's hand, looks back at Ally one last time, and then disappears into the apartment.
Ally rubs her temples with her hands. She looks up and down the long hallway, surprised that everyone was still sound asleep. She thought for sure that all their screaming would wake everyone in the whole building.
It was starting to feel like she was sitting there for hours when the door to her right-their door- creaked open. Ally starts and looks up. Austin emerges and stands in the doorway, first searching down the left side of the hallway. Finally he looks to the right and his eyes land on Ally.
Ally can see that he's in an even worse case than she. His eyes are puffy and have dark circles under them. His blonde hair is sticking up in every direction, obviously from him running his hands through it.
He doesn't say a word as he closes the apartment door and sits down next to her. They sit for a moment in silence, before Austin breaks the silence.
"I can't even begin to describe how sorry I am."
Ally looks over at him. He's looking down at his lap and toying with his hands.
"Did you mean what you said?" Ally asks, her voice hoarse.
Austin looks up, meeting her eyes. His eyes are earnest and sincere. "No. I've never meant anything that I've ever said to you when we've fought."
They sit in silence for a few more moments before Austin breaks the silence again.
"Did you mean it?" He asks. "When you said that you hate me, I mean."
Tears spring into Ally's eyes. "No. Of course not. I love you more than you could ever believe, actually."
Austin quickly takes Ally's hands and looks her deep in the eyes. "I love you, too. To the moon and back. When we fight, I know it's wrong, but sometimes maybe I'm the someone who doesn't know how to express their feelings."
Ally laughs slightly.
"I love you so much. I'm so sorry that I've hurt you the way that I have. I swear that I didn't mean to. I'd understand if you said you never want to see me again, but I promise, from here on out, no more fighting. Ever. I will do everything I can to try to be the guy that you deserve, because you are the most amazing girl I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. I love you so much, Ally. I wouldn't be who I am without you and I-"
"Oh shut up and kiss me, you doofus."
Austin lights up and smiles. He leans in, cups her cheek, and their lips meet. Fireworks explode in the pit of Ally's stomach, a feeling that she missed way too much.
They kiss right there on the hallway floor, putting a year's worth of love and emotion into one kiss. When they pull apart, Austin stands up and reaches his hand down to Ally, helping her up. Austin puts his arm around her shoulder and turns to open the door, only to be met with a locked handle.
"Don't tell me you left the keys inside." Ally groans, rolling her eyes playfully.
"Pshh whatever. I've got you and that's all that matters."
A&A
Happy Saturday everyone! Thank you to the few of you who left requests! This one shot is for the Guest who requested one for Why Try by Ariana Grande. I have to apologize if I missed the "point" or "theme" of this song or whatever, but I'm not familiar with this song and/or Ariana Grande, so I just kinda went with my first instinct on what I thought the gist of the song was.
And yes, I'm writing and posting this at almost one in the morning, but it's one on Saturday morning so I'm allowed to. (Why does it only officially feel like the next day after I wake up in the morning? I'll never know.) (And sorry for any mistakes I only half-heartedly edited this. But I'm sitting on my bed, in the dark, and my butt is cramping, and I just want to post this and go to bed so…)
Yes, I know this is probably very cliché and whatnot, but most stories are so… yeah.
I'm working on the other requests that I've gotten, so just be patient, it might be your request that's next ;)
I'm actually proud of myself for writing this and getting this done, because I know a lot of you are probably very mad at me for neglecting my stories, but trust me, I'm very busy right now, and I don't want to rush the chapters cause they'll just be crap, so instead I'm taking my time so I know they're decent. I've been very busy with trying to do my AP summer homework (cause of course I didn't start it until I have not that long to do it) and I also started and Etsy shop in June. I sell some stuff that I sew, and I've been very busy sewing and making stuff and dealing with all that. (I've had two sales so far so that's exciting I guess).
Anyways, I hope you like this. My goal is for the oneshots to keep getting longer and longer, so they get better, cause I feel like if they're longer they're better? Idk I guess that's just me.
Feel free to leave requests. (Prompts, songs, etc.)
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