No Place Like Home

Chapter 2

Ally's POV
Trish, Austin and I were all on our private jet headed toward Europe; Lisbon to be exact. Austin and I would be performing our first show in three days. I was so excited to be on stage again, but I already missed Kinsley so much. But I had to remember this was what was best for her. Austin said he'd make sure we'd videochat everyday and that we'd always call to say goodnight. I'm sure Dez and Carrie will take good care of her, but there's just this uneasy feeling I can't shake. I turn toward Austin beside me, "Austin?"
He turns toward me, "Yea baby?"
"I- I feel like something bad is going to happen."
"Come here." He says lifting the arm rest between us. I scoot over and lay my head on his shoulder. "Don't worry sweetie. Everything is going to be fine."
"How are you so sure?" I ask him.
"I trust that God will keep her safe."
A sense of calm washes over me when he says that. I guess I was letting worry get the best of me. Austin and I were going to have fun on tour, and Kins was going to be safe at Dez's.
I close my eyes as we continue to fly toward Europe.

Austin's POV
I'm sitting there holding a sleeping Ally when Trish walks over, "We need to buckle up Austin. We're about to land."
"Okay, thanks Trish." I say as she sits down in front of us and secures her seat belt. "Ally, wake up." I place Ally back in her seat, and she wakes up. "Buckle up, we're about to land." I tell her while reaching for my seat belt.
I see Ally buckle up and clutch her moon-sun necklace as we begin to land.

Two hours later.
The three of us have checked into our hotel rooms and are relaxing from the long ride. Ally and I are in room 94, and Trish is across the hall.
I'm laying on the bed strumming my guitar while Ally is taking a shower. One of my old songs comes to mind and I begin to softly sing,
I like the bass when it booms
You like the high end treble
I'm like the 99th floor
And you're coolin' street level
I like the crowd
Ro-ro-ro-rockin' it loud
You like the sound of hush hush
Hey! Keep it down
High tops, flip flops, Retro, Dance pop
We rock different ways
Beach bum, city fun, touchdown, home run
What can I say?
It's me (it's me) and it's you (it's you)
I know we're not the same
But we do what we do
It's you (it's you) and it's me (it's me)
And who says that we have to agree
'Cause I like what I like
And sometimes we collide
But it's me (it's me) and it's you (it's you)
I know we're not the same but we do what we do

I smile remembering how different Ally and I were when we first met. We sure have come a long way, especially Ally. I go back to strumming my guitar when Ally walks into the room, drying her wet hair with a towel.
"Were you playing 'Its Me, Its You'?" Ally asks me.
"Yea. Its funny to think about how different we used to be."
"Funny? How?" She asks, stopping in front of me.
"Well, you were so quiet and shy, and I was loud and carefree."
"I guess we balanced each other out." She says sitting beside me.
"We do make a perfect team, don't we?" I say smiling at her.
"Sure do. You're my moon and I'm your sun."
"I wouldn't want it any other way." I say, giving my guitar one last strum.
Ally plops back on the bed when I get up to put my guitar away. When I look back at her, she's laying on her side watching me. I walk over and lie down beside her, staring into her beautiful eyes. Ally reaches up and turns off the light. "Oh, are we going to bed early tonight Mrs. Moon?"
"Hmm, not yet." She grabs my hand and pulls me up.
"What are we-" She puts her finger against my lips.
"Come here." She turns on her phone and lays it on the bedside table. A familiar melody begins to play, Because You Loved Me by Celine Dion.
Ally wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me close. I didn't question her motives. I just let the music move us as we swayed in each others arms.

"I'm everything I am, because you loved me." I sing along with the last line of the song.
Ally looks up at me in the dark and runs a hand through my hair. I lean down and slowly kiss her. A couple of seconds later she pulls away, "I love you Austin."
"I love you too Ally." I wrap my arms back around her waist, and softly begin to sing, "You were my strength when I was weak. You were my voice when I couldn't speak. You were my eyes when I couldn't see. You saw the best there was in me."

And there I was, dancing in a dark European hotel room with the woman that I loved.