Last. Chapter. OMG. I actually cannot believe that this story is over! I mean, in a way I am so glad it is, because I can move on and do another multi-chap which I'm pretty excited about...on the other hand, this is like my baby, and I hate to see it go...but it can't go on forever, unfortunately, and I'd rather quit while I'm ahead.
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I'd like to say we spent our time in New York sightseeing, and doing couple-y things like most people do when they go to New York. The truth is, we spent most of the week in the hotel, and I'm sure you can guess what we were doing…
To be fair, we didn't spend the whole week in bed together. We did explore the hotel. It was a really nice one, with a pool and a spa and everything. And we did, at one point, go to the Empire State Building. That is something I'll never forget. We stood at the top and played Titanic, and then Austin pretended to push me off the top and I had a heart attack. I spent the next ten minutes beating Austin to a pulp on the way down the elevator. He made up for it, though.
We went to central park too, but we were too caught up in each other to take much notice of the animals. There were a couple of really cute penguins that swam over and were bumping into the glass while we were looking inside. It was so cute!
We spent most of that day sat on a bench in central park, me on his lap. We made out for a little while, but there were kids about and we didn't want any angry parents tapping us on the shoulder, so we mostly sat and talked. An adorable old couple walked past us and they were smiling, and I distinctly heard the woman say something about 'young love'. It was a really nice day, overall.
Austin bought me a fruity mint swirl ice cream, which was absolutely perfect. I don't know why, but the ice-cream in New York is a whole lot better than the ice-cream in Miami. It might have something to do with the fact that I actually had time to savour it…back home you just have to eat it as fast as you can before it melts all over your hands.
When we got back to the hotel that day, Austin told me to change into something glamorous and meet him in the lobby. I wore a red cocktail dress that came to mid-thigh and had a sparkly pattern down one side. It was one shoulder and it was cold outside, but I didn't have a coat that would go with it, so I borrowed Austin's leather. It was too big for me, but it was soft and warm and smelled like Austin, and when he saw me, judging by the huge grin on his face, he didn't seem to mind.
He led me outside and flagged down a cab, which we hopped into. He rattled off an address to the driver, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was staring at a group of guys walking down the street, smiling and laughing. I think I might have been drooling a little.
"Ally? Ally, what are you staring at?" Austin asked. I finally snapped out of my trance and looked at him excitedly.
"Austin, look at those guys! They look like one direction!" I squealed. He rolled his eyes at my fan girl moment.
"Ally, there are seven guys, and two of them are, like, thirty." He pointed out. I rolled my eyes. Sure there were too many of them, and they did look a little too old, but they were pretty good-looking anyway, and from a distance they could so pass as the boy band.
"Oh shut up Austin. Let me have my moment." I muttered, elbowing him in the stomach jokingly.
"As if I'm just going to sit here and watch my girl drool over some forty-year-old idiots." He murmured, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer to him. I sighed and snuggled into his side.
"They weren't forty, Austin. And you have no way of knowing that they're idiots. For all you know they could be very sm-" he cut me off with a kiss, and it would have probably gotten heated if we hadn't been in the back of a cab.
"Will you shut up about the one-direction-look-alikes now?" he asked me quietly. I smiled and nodded. Then I paused, and smirked.
"I will…if you promise to take me to England one day." I said. He groaned, glaring at me. Then he smiled.
"Sure, I promise. Do you know when One Direction are coming over here for their world tour?" he asked cheekily. I smacked his chest playfully.
"Stop being mean. One day I will meet One Direction."
"You can't, Ally."
"Because I won't let you."
"Aw, is little Austin getting jealous?" I asked.
"Yeah, actually, he is." Austin admitted. I was touched by his honesty. Placing a hand on his cheek, I turned my head to look him in the eye.
"Austin Monica Moon, there is absolutely no reason for you to be jealous of One Direction. I would choose you over any of them any day." I told him truthfully. He smiled.
"Of course, dumbass." I said, smiling as I pecked him quickly on the lips.
"Well, I guess I can't be jealous after you said that, can I?"
"No, you can't. But you still have to take me to England." I told him. He rolled his eyes but nodded.
"I promise, Ally, one day I will take you to England. Hell, I'll take you any place you want to go. As soon as I find a way to make some money." He told me, looking me directly in the eyes. I smiled.
"Thank you Austin. Hey, you could always become a famous singer." I told him. He snorted.
"Sure, and I'll reach a billion hits on MeTube and release an album with Starr Records…keep dreaming, Ally." He sighed. I laughed, grabbing his hands and threading my fingers through his.
"I don't need to dream, Austin. As long as I'm with you, all my dreams have come true. I don't need a boyfriend who's rich and famous. I just need a boyfriend who loves me, and who would do anything for me."
"And who's good in bed…" he added arrogantly. I snorted.
"If that were one of my must-haves, I wouldn't be with you right now…" I joked. He looked offended, but before he had a chance to say anything the cab pulled over and the driver barked at us to get out. Austin quickly handed over his tip and we clambered out of the cab. It pulled away before we had even shut the door. The audacity of cab drivers these days…
"What are you trying to say, Ally? Are you saying I'm not good in bed?" he asked me, wrapping an arm around my waist and leading me down the street. I shrugged.
"Well, you're okay I suppose…" I muttered. He chuckled, leaning in closer to me.
"You weren't saying that last night. In fact, I distinctly remember you saying something about me being 'the best fucking-" I shoved a hand over his mouth, blushing furiously.
"Shut up, Austin! Okay, I'll admit it, you're great in bed." I conceded. He laughed.
"Good. You're not so bad yourself, even if you do hog the covers." He muttered. I laughed, rolling my eyes and swatting him on the back of the head. He rubbed the spot, glaring at me mock-angrily. I just chuckled.
"So where are we going anyway?" I asked him. He looked up and grinned.
"We're here, actually." He said, and I followed his gaze in the direction of a huge, brightly-lit Italian restaurant. It looked gorgeous, and the smell wafting from the open doors made my mouth water.
The place was packed, and I felt my heart sink as we joined the queue, but when we reached the guy stood at the front Austin told him his last name and we were led to a small table at the back. I grinned as we took our seats; we were close enough to the kitchen that we could smell the divine scents wafting from the swinging doors, but far enough that we couldn't hear the hustle-and-bustle from inside.
A waiter came over with a couple of menus and took our drink orders. Another two minutes later, he came back with our drinks and took our food orders. I'm not completely sure what I ordered, since it was all written in Italian, but when it finally reached the table I was relieved to see that I'd gotten spaghetti.
"I am so glad this is spaghetti…I was worried I'd ordered frogs legs or snails or something." I admitted to Austin once the waiter was out of hearing range. He snorted with laughter, choking on the mouthful of pasta he was eating. I passed him his drink and he took a big gulp, managing to get his laughter under control. I crossed my arms and glared at him. If we weren't in a public place, I would have been tapping my foot.
"What on Earth is so funny?" I asked him.
"First of all, the menu is written in English on the back, Ally. And secondly, this is an Italian restaurant…Frog's legs and snails are French food." He explained. I blushed, embarrassed.
"Oops?" I said sheepishly. He just burst out laughing again, and after a few seconds I joined in.
We ate in a comfortable silence, and occasionally our eyes met, making us burst out into simultaneous laughing fits. When we were finished we tipped the waiter and left the restaurant.
"So…is there anything else you wanna do before we go back to the hotel?" he asked me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my cheek. I smiled at the perfectness of the moment.
"Not really, no. I'm tired; I'd rather just go back to the hotel." I muttered, and as if on cue I yawned. Austin chuckled.
"You look so cute with your face all scrunched up." He muttered. I blushed a little, but I was getting more used to the random compliments every day. They barely surprised me anymore; of course, I still loved them just as much.
"You look so cute anyway."
"I love you Ally." He sighed. I smiled, leaning back into his warm, strong body.
"I love you too." I whispered.
"Ally, I'm going to ask you a question, and I want you to answer it seriously." He said. I frowned, concerned about the tone of his voice.
"Of course. What is it?" I replied. He took a deep breath.
"Do you think we're forever? Do you think we'll ever…fall out of love?"
"Of course I think we're forever. And I know for a fact that I will never ever ever fall out of love with you, Austin. Do you think you'll fall out of love with me?"
"No! Absolutely not! I just meant…are you sure?"
"Austin, I couldn't ever imagine a life without you. I would just curl up and die. I couldn't possibly live without you. It sounds stupid, and melodramatic, but I honestly feel that way." I said, stopping and turning to look him in the eyes. He smiled.
"Good. Because I have an idea…it's a little crazy, but it's you and me, and we're, like, the definition of crazy. So how about we go back to the hotel, pack out bags, then go to bed. And in the morning we can check out, get in the car…and drive to Vegas." He whispered. I froze, shocked.
"It's fine if you don't want to, if you're not ready. It's just…if we're gonna be forever, we might as well make it official."
"Yeah. I totally agree. We're going to Vegas. I'm going to Vegas to marry Austin Moon. How surreal does that sound?"
"I don't know about surreal…I was thinking more along the lines of 'perfect'…" he whispered, kissing my cheek. I grinned.
"So do I." I replied.
Twenty four hours later, I was officially Mrs Ally Moon.
Twenty four years later, I was still Mrs Ally Moon.
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