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Guess what? It's the middle of the night, and I'm listening to 5SOS and then suddenly I'm on Fanfiction and deciding the write this. So…yeah. Welcome to the One Last Dance epilogue.

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*Ally's P.O.V*

"Um…Ally? Someone's here to see you."

Unplugging my earphones, I look up at my roommate, Emilie. She's standing near the door, with her eyebrow raised questioningly. "Well? Should I invite him in, or do you want me to run off with him and leave you alone?"

Chuckling, I get up. "Before you run off with my visitor, I would like to see who he is first. Is it Nate? I have to give him the assignment he missed anyway."

Emilie shrugs. "Uh…I don't think it's Nate, unless he got some very impressive plastic surgery."

I get to the door, and gently push Emilie aside. "What the hell are you even talking about? Who else would-" The words get stuck in my throat as I see who's at the door. It sure isn't Nate. I turn towards Emilie. "Could you give us a sec?" I close the door before she can respond, but I'm pretty sure she rolls her eyes in her special Emilie way. Then I turn my gaze towards my visitor.

Austin grins. "Hello to you, too."

We sit like that for a moment, staring at each other. He's changed so much, yet he's still the same. He's wearing dark jeans, his favorite sneakers and, oh gosh, his yellow shirt. To this day I have no idea how that shirt fits him after all these years.

Over the first two semesters on campus, Trish was the only one who had visited me. Dez was in England, so he wasn't able to. And Austin…I just assumed he had forgotten about me. But here he was, all six-feet-and-shining-blond-hair of him.

"Well? Don't I get a hug?" He's teasing me, that idiot. But I still throw my hands around his neck and he spins me around, laughing, all movie-like. I inhale his Austin scent, the smell of milk chocolate and cologne and…well, boy. It's only when I'm holding him so close do I realize how much I have missed him. I tell him so.

He smiles. "I was hoping you were going to say that. You see, I was kind of scared that I will walk in on you kissing someone. Maybe that…what was his name…ah, yes. Nate." He makes a weird kissy face, so I slap his chest gently. "What? Is Nate not your lover?"

"What is wrong with you today?" I laugh. "Nate is just a friend. He's going out with Emilie. So," I trail off as my glance falls down to the basket he is carrying. "Do you have anything planned for today?"

Austin nods. "As a matter of fact, I do. Come on."

We walk out the building and out into the garden. Austin looks around, smiling. "You go to a good college," he remarks.

"It's Yale," I laugh. "Of course it's good. But I was lucky to get a recommendation letter; otherwise I would have never got in."

He nods, still looking around. We walk out of the garden then, too, and then out onto the streets of New Haven. We walk past cafés and old buildings and people, lots and lots of people, who all seem to be smiling. It is a beautiful day. The sun beats down on us, but it's not the cruel heat of the summer yet. It's gentle, like a reassuring hand on your back. It warms my skin and makes me smile. When I look up at Austin, he's smiling, too. His hair is in his eyes, but he doesn't seem to notice.

I'm glad today is a Saturday, so I'm not missing any classes. We have the whole day to ourselves, and by the way Austin is walking, like he has all the time in the world, I think that's exactly what he planned.

"I saw a nice park downtown," he says after a while. "I think we should go there."

Smiling, I nod. "Sure. I love that place."

We spend another few minutes in silence. I wonder if he remembers that we used to kiss in high-school. Even though it was merely a few months ago, he hasn't mentioned it, or done anything to…well, to try and kiss me again. But we have spent only a few minutes together, I tell myself. I am not sure what I would feel if he were to stop and kiss my right now. Maybe I would be happy, but maybe the few months we spent apart made us…strangers, of some sorts.

"So, how is your college?" I ask to fill the silence. "Are you enjoying it?"

Austin seems to snap out of a trance. "What? Oh, yeah. It's great."

Frowning, I step in front of him to stop him. "Hey. You seem really distracted. Like…like you don't want to be here with me. Which is fine, I guess, but need I remind you that you," I put a finger to his chest, "are the one who came to visit me." I point to myself this time. "If I am bothering you, I could leave right now."

"Wait." I turn around to go, but at the last second, he pulls me back, and for a moment I stand, pressed to his chest, his hand on my wrist. He coughs awkwardly and let's go. "Uh, I mean…" He sighs. "Look, I came because I missed you, ok? I did. So I lifted my butt and came here, without really thinking about it. Without really thinking what it would be like to see you again."

I glance up at his eyes, and find that he's looking straight down at me. One hand is still holding the basket, but the other is hovering close to my waist. I press my body slightly against his. "And Austin…what does it feel like to see me again?"

He gulps, and looks down, and then I realize he's staring at my lips, and then I realize I'm kind of staring at his, too. Just as I'm thinking if it would be too pathetic to kiss him now, wondering if he'll want me to, he's wrapping his arms around me and pressing me closer to him. I feel the basket press into my back, but I don't care, I don't care about anything but him. When his lips touch mine, I can't believe I've gone so long without seeing him. I play with the little hairs at the back of his neck as we make out, in the middle of the streets of New Haven, and honestly, honestly, I can't think of a better place to do it.

When we finally pull away, he's breathing hard, and so am I. "Seeing you, Ally," he whispers as he kisses me again, "takes my breath away. It takes my breath away to see you again, and thinking about going back to New York…leaving you here…I don't know, Ally. Even when I'm with you, I still miss you. And to this day I'm still sorry for what I did in high school." I tense at the mention of that, but when he cups my face and lifts it so I can look at him, all the tension disperses. "I haven't even met this Nate guy, and I already want to punch him."

Laughing, I shake my head. "I told you there's nothing between Nate and me."

"I know," he smiles, his thumb gently caressing my bottom lip. "But he gets to see you every day, and I don't, and you know I've always been the jealous type."

He kisses me again.

"Well," I say after we pull away. "How about we spend the whole day in the park, without thinking about Nate, or whatever girls you hooked up with at you university, ok? Let's just spend it together, and enjoy ourselves. When you leave tomorrow…I want you to remember this as a happy day, so you'll have motivation to come back again."

Austin chuckles. "As long as you're here, that's motivation enough. Oh, and…I haven't 'hooked up' with anyone."

Then he takes my hand and we continue walking down the street, until we get to the park. Once there, we find ourselves a nice shady spot and Austin takes out the things from his magical basket. He's prepared so much food; I wonder how we'll manage to eat it all.

But by the end of the day, the sun is setting, and nothing is left of the food. We listen to music from his phone, and we sing along. By the time we get back to my campus, the sun has already set. We take the long way there, wandering down little streets and going in and out of random stores. Both of us have had a lot to drink, so we're both slightly tipsy and Austin keeps singing that song we danced to at the prom.

Just before we're about to say goodbye, I stop him. "Wait," I whisper. "Sing me that other song. The one you wrote for me."

He shakes his head. "I'd love to, Ally, but it's already getting late, and…"

"And nothing," I smile. "Tomorrow is Sunday, you can get to New York then."

Austin raises his eyebrow cockily. "Ally Marie Dawson, are you suggesting that I spend the night in your sacred chamber?"

"Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not. If I was, however…what would be your response?"

He doesn't take the time to say anything, he just kisses me and then we stumble into the room, still kissing, and as we collapse on the bed, and Austin stars singing the song he wrote for me in between pecks on the lips, I silently thank Nate for deciding to let Emilie crash in his room for the night.

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Austin comes back to visit me every Saturday after that. And even if I still miss him, I know he's out there, somewhere close yet far away, and he's thinking about me, just like I think about him.

Ta-daa! :D

So, this is officially the last chapter to this fanfic. Thank you all so much for reading it, and reviewing, even when it was stupid, and even when I took weeks (sometimes months) to upload. Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the best.

The book for July is…THE NIGHT CIRCUS, by Erin Morgenstern. I really enjoyed it, and if you read it, I hope you enjoy it, too!

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