Hello readers :) So, this is not my first Fanfiction, it's just my first one on my brand new account. I got this idea from a movie I was watching, I think it's entitled The Wedding Planner, but I'm not sure. Jennifer Lopez is in it, that's basically all I know haha. Anyways, I hope you guys really like this story, I am definitely going to be updating a lot now that I am out of school and also because we are suffering from a major Auslly drought. This story is 110% Auslly. It's fun and flirty, rated T for some topics mentioned, but there is nothing extremely inappropriate and no bad language. So enjoy!

Disclaimer:

I do not own Austin and Ally. Also I don't own The Beatles or the movie that I got this idea from of which may or may not be called The Wedding Planner. I do not own Mercedes Benz or anything else you might recognize.

That is all, you can now read :)

Chapter One: The First Sight

I could remember the day I met her like it was yesterday.

It was a cool day in the city of Miami, Florida. I'd say it was around 70-80 degrees, which you may think it's hot, but Florida usually sees temperatures ranging from 90 to over 100. So it was rather cool.

I was woken up by my fiance of one and a half years, Kira Starr. Kira had long black hair and dark skin, being from African American descent, and the kind of eyes you never get sick of looking into. To say it rather bluntly, she was stunning. Of course, being the daughter of a rather famous record label owner, she could mostly have whatever she wanted, including a nice wardrobe and the best makeup and hair products that could ever exist.

Anyways, I was woken by Kira throwing a pillow at my face. It was a soft, girly throw but enough to make me groan in complaint. It was about six in the morning and I was in no mood to wake up and go anywhere. However, I needed to be at the Miami Airport at seven so I really had to get moving.

"Austin," she said frustratedly, standing over our bed. We haven't actually "slept" together yet, because I was kind of an old fashioned guy and liked to wait until marriage, but nevertheless, we did sleep in the same bed. And by sleep, I mean actually, literally sleep.

"Kira," I groaned back, "Why can't you just go pick her up from the airport?" Kira shook her head, and rolled her pretty brown eyes. "Because Austin, I'm having breakfast with my modeling agent to discuss some things, and then I'm going to meet my parents to discuss some things about the wedding. I'm probably not going to be home until night, so I'm going to need you to entertain her all day. And don't forget to show her the clipboard with all of my plans. I'll meet her tonight."

Kira and I have been engaged for a year and a half, and we finally set our wedding to be in August. It was June, at the time, and we only had two months to get ready. Kira is usually a very productive person, who liked to have everything done early, but between her new singing career, acting, and modeling, she hasn't really found the time.

Then one day, Kira was flipping through a magazine when she came across a young wedding planner from up north in Pennsylvania. The girl's name was Ally Dawson, and she was only twenty two, like Kira and I, and had already successfully planned about twenty weddings. Once Kira heard the words "young" and "successful" she had to have her. And being we only had two months, Ally was our only hope.

Kira had called Ally, who usually only worked up north, and offered to fly her into Miami and let her board in our mansion until the wedding. Ally had reluctantly agreed when we offered her extra pay, and was due to fly in on this particular June day.

So I being the man in the relationship, was sent to do the industrial work while Kira got to go prowl around with her parents and flip through dainty wedding magazines trying to figure out what dress costs the most. Most people would like a wedding within a certain budget, but when your father is Jimmy Starr, you don't worry about things like money.

I finally rolled out of bed, took a quick shower, got dressed in a blue t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, and ran downstairs. Kira was preparing me a quick breakfast of toast and orange juice. She set it on the counter, alongside her wedding planning clipboard, and then planted a kiss softly on my cheek.

"I'll see you tonight," she said quietly into my ear. I pulled her into my chest and kissed the top of her head, mumbling that I love her into her black hair. Finally, after a few more quick kisses, she headed out the door.

I felt uneasy in my stomach watching her walk out the door and I wasn't sure why. I almost always felt queasy when I thought about marrying that girl and spending the rest of eternity with her. I figured I just had wedding jitters, and that they were sure to pass once I got to the altar.

I ate my toast, washing it down with the freshly squeezed orange juice, then brushed my teeth and combed through my knotty blonde hair, keeping it in it's messy habitat. I grabbed Kira's clipboard and my car keys, and headed out to the garage.

I hopped into my black Mercedes Benz, which was a perk from Jimmy Starr, and started up the car. Between Jimmy Starr and my parents, being owners of the country's largest mattress chain, Kira and I had a lot of money and gifts sent in from them, including the mansion, which was a nice gift from Jimmy. Along with what our parents offered us, we also had Kira's income which was from her singing, acting, and modeling and my being an assistant record producer in Jimmy's studio.

I had always wanted to make it big, be a singer, but I never really had anything to show to Jimmy. He didnt't know I could sing, because I never sang for him, and that's because I didn't have any original songs. Yes, I could sing and play every single instrument but I couldn't write an original hit to save my life. Kira has heard me sing and recommended me to her father, but he said when I hear that boy in person singing a song he wrote, then we'll talk. So I more or less wasn't going anywhere with that ambition.

As I drove through the streets of Miami, which were always crowded even at the early hour of six AM, I blasted my favorite band, The Beatles, from my car speakers. Kira hated when I listened to any oldies songs. She said it "embarrassed her" and that I needed to start listening to more modern music. I always had a thing for real, good music, and I probably always will. Kira nor anyone else can change that about me.

I finally arrived at the airport with two minutes to spare. I hopped out of my car, and zoomed through the crowded airport, not needing to stop for anything. I ran to her the terminal where Miss Ally Dawson was supposed to be getting off at and I patiently waited for her arrival.

I was notified by a loud speaker that the fly had landed and that the passengers will be descending shortly. I watched as several people came through the tunnel and into the airport. I had no idea what Ally Dawson looked like, so Kira made me a sign attached to her clipboard that had Ally's name on it. I held up the sign and waited for somebody named Ally Dawson to walk towards it.

I waited until I made eye contact from across the room with a tiny brunette girl carrying a bulging suitcase and a large carry on. She looked frazzled and tired from her morning flight, and looked as though she was about to fall over from the amount of luggage she was carrying.

Even so, this girl was the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on. She had beautiful brown shoulder length hair that fell past her shoulders and this pretty little smile on her sleepy face. I thought I could never get sick of looking into Kira's eyes, but this girl's eyes were just so...beautiful, that I could just stare at them into infinity They didn't hold a torch to Kira's.

I felt obligated to help her so I strolled towards her, and offered to carry both items of her luggage. She explained that she had more luggage on the carousel, being that she was staying two and a half months and needed lots of clothes, so we started towards the carousel.

"So, I guess I could skip the introductions," I joked, "I'm sure you know that I'm Austin Moon, being that Kira has talked to you several times." She smiled. "I know who you are," she said back, smiling such a beautiful smile that I could hardly tear my eyes away from her to watch where I was walking. "And I know you know who I am."

"Don't flatter yourself," I teased, "You're not as famous as you think you are." She just giggled softly as we approached the carousel. She pointed out two honking Vera Bradley suitcases, and I set her other luggage down to retrieve the suitcases. Ally offered to roll the Vera Bradley suitcases, so we started walking to the parking lot to my car.

"How was your flight?" I asked as we made our way through the crowd. Ally shook her head. "Not good," she said, "I have a slight fear of flying, and I'm also a little prone to motion sickness. So if I look a little...riled up...that's why."

She had this kind of voice that sounded like twinkling bells, so soft and innocent. I felt a kind of feeling in my chest I never felt before every time she spoke, and I had a hard time concentrated on what exactly she was saying. I didn't even realize what she was saying until I felt her blank stare on my face as she waited for my response.

"Oh...um, I just, I'm sorry you had a rough flight. You can...uh... rest at the house, if you would like," I stuttered,and felt my face grow hot and I knew it was bright red. I should really work on adjusting myself to the magical voice so I could actually hear what she was saying. I will be with her for the next two and a half months or so.

"Thanks," she responded with a smile, "The rest is well needed. When will I meet Kira?" This time, I had a quick and easy response, even though that magical voice left a tight feeling in my chest. "Oh, you'll meet her tonight. She's having breakfast with her modeling agent and then spending the day with her parents talking about the wedding. She is going to tell you what the three of them come up with this evening, maybe around six. But I have her planning clipboard here, so if you want to look at it when we get back to house, or even on the car ride back, you're more than welcome to start thinking about some more plans. And don't worry about the cost. There is no budget."

"Oh, well I look forward to meeting her," Ally said as we approached my car, "And I'll take a look at the clipboard after I've settled in. I really need a rest back at the house. And she told me on the phone that there is no budget, which is absolutely shocking to me. This is my first non-budget wedding. I'm excited, we can make this wedding great because there is no worry about money."

"Yeah, she's got a lot of big ideas. Very extravagant." I held the door open for her as she climbed into my car with a quick thank you. I placed her bags in the trunk, before nervously walking over to the drivers side. I don't know why I was nervous, I barely even knew her and it wasn't like I was attracted to her or anything like that.

I hopped into my seat, and buckled my seatbelt. I smoothly started the engine and started backing out, before inserting my Beatles soundtrack. As we cruised through the parking lot, one of my favorites, Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, blasted through my fancy Mercedes speakers.

"OMG," Ally suddenly shouted beside me, a wide smile stretched across her beautiful face, "I absolutely love the Beatles! I can't believe you like the Beatles!" I too, became a bit excited that for once in my life, somebody appreciated my car tunes.

"No way!" I shouted back, "That's awesome!" She smiled and then very quietly to herself started singing along with the radio. And I knew she was trying to hide it, because she turned herself in her seat and ducked her head. I knew she was nervous about singing in front of a man she just met.

But she really shouldn't have been nervous, because, wow that girl could sing. Even though it was barely over a whisper, every note was hit perfectly and sounded so clear and sharp. Her magical voice sounded so pretty. Her voice was almost as beautiful as she was.

We spent the rest of the car ride listening to the Beatles, me driving and her softly singing. I felt as if I could just drive in that car forever. Just her and me, her singing and me listening to how beautiful she sounded. I don't know what it was about her that made me so captivated by her, but everything she did just seemed so beautiful to me. Even though I just met her, I felt as though I knew her for a lifetime.

We pulled up to the mansion, and her mouth dropped open. "You live here?" she asked, still stunned. "Yes mam," I said. I jumped out of the car, and then rushed around it to open up her door. She stepped out and then looked at the house. "Wow, just, wow, I've never seen anything so...big."

I just laughed and then took her luggage out of my trunk. We wheeled the items to the front door where I unlocked it and brought her in. She just looked around, amazed by everything from the polished floor to the marble staircase to the stainless steel kitchen.

After a brief tour of the house, I brought her to her headquarters. It was a room with a queen size bed, walk-in closet, a small flat-screen TV and a comfortable couch. She also had a computer that we hooked up to the Internet and a telephone. We put a mini fridge in, a tiny stove, a microwave, and a small table for about two people, as well as cupboards in a little kitchen like space. She also had a bathroom which consisted of a walk in shower, obviously a sink and a toilet, and a small, very small, hot tub which could only fit about two people.

"Wow, this is above and beyond my expectations," she said as she threw her luggage on the bed. "It's just beautiful, thank you." She was so appreciative over little things, that it made her seem so real. Her and Kira were so different in the way they viewed the world, and I knew that right from the second I met Ally. Ally was deep and down to earth, the kind of thing that Kira could never be. She was very materialistic and sometimes as shallow as a baby pool.

But nevertheless, Kira was my fiance, and I did love her. Even though she had some flaws, well not looks wise but personality wise, she was still my fiance. And I was going to marry her in two and a half months and that is all there is to it.

I watched Ally as she started unpacking her clothes and carrying her clothes to hang up in the closet. As I watched her unpack her luggage I realized how clumsy she was. She dropped a lot of things, and tripped over almost anything in her path, including her own two feet. It wasn't at all unattractive or unappealing or anything, I actually found it rather adorable.

I figured that I had overstayed my welcome in her room. "Is there anything you need?" I asked kindly and she shook her head, "No, I'm just going to clean up around here and take a short nap. But thank you so much for your kindness and hospitality. I really appreciate all you have done for me in making me feel so welcome. The room really is nice."

I smiled and said you're more than welcome before shutting the door and leaving her to have some spare time. I figured I should give Kira a quick buzz to let her know that Ally was safely home and settled into her room.

Kira answered her phone on the third ring. "Austin?"

"Hey Kira, just wanted to let you know that Ally is here, and she's comfortably in her room."

"That's great Austin. Thank you for doing that for me this morning, honey."

"No problem, babe. Anything else I can do for ya?"

"Nah, just make sure you keep her entertained. Don't let her sit around bored. I want her to like us."

"Well, she's currently taking a nap, but when she wakes up, I'll make sure she's not bored."

"Okay. Is she pretty?"

I hesistated. I had to answer this carefully or Kira would spin everything out of proportion. "Yes, but not nearly as beautiful as you." which was a total and complete lie, because Ally had to be the most beautiful girl in the world.

"Aww, babe. I was just making sure you weren't going to make her not bored in some other ways."

"Kira, you're always insecure. You're my fiance, not her. Besides I've know her for like what, an hour? I love you, sweetheart. Stop being so nervous about everything, okay?"

"Okay, baby. I'll see you later. Love ya."

"Love you, too."

And once again, I got that sick nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Ally woke up around one, and she stumbled awkwardly out of her room and slammed right into me, who was just casually walking through the hallway.

"Oh!" she shouted as her head collided with my chest. She immediately put her hand to her head. "Ow," she mumbled, rubbing it gently across an already red bump.

"I'm so sorry!" I said, gently placing a hand on her arm. I felt something go through me, that I never experienced before, and it made me so nervous that I pulled my hand back. "It's okay," she answered, "I'm always tripping into things and running into things. It's not you, it's me."

"Well, whose ever fault it was, we still got to get you some ice before you get a nasty looking red bump on that forehead. Come on." I waved a hand.

I guided her to the kitchen, and she sat down on one of the stools at the counter. I got her an icepack and handed it to her. "There you go," I said, plopping down into the stool next to her, "That should make you feel all better. Don't keep it on for too long at a time, though. It's no good for ya."

She smiled, a real smile, not at all forced like the one Kira would give me if she were in this situation. She'd be mad, blaming the whole thing on me, and I'd feel terrible for the rest of the day. But Ally just smiled, and held the icepack to her head. "Thank you so much."

"Hey, no problem," I responded and then jokingly added, "Just call me Dr. Moon." She giggled and said, "Okay, Dr. Moon." I realized she hasn't eaten all day and then said, "Would you like something to eat?"

She nodded with a soft giggle. "I was gonna ask, but I didn't want to be rude. I am feeling a bit hungry." I smiled and said, "Well you're in luck, because I just happen to be a great chef. I could whip you up anything you like."

"It doesn't really matter to me," she shyly answered, with another soft laugh. I felt as though I had to make jokes. I really liked her laugh. It was just like her talking voice and her singing voice. It sounded like twinkling bells. And when she laughed, she threw her head back and her hair would fly back with it. Her eyes would light up and her smile, wow her smile was really something. I just didn't understand why this average Pennsylvania wedding planner seemed more beautiful to me than all the celebrities in the world and my fiance combined.

"Okay," I answered, "No direct response. Well in that case, I'm just going to have to surprise you with something. But before I begin, are you allergic to anything?"

"Peanuts," she responded, "I am deathly allergic to peanuts. I can't even be around them or anything made with them. So beware of anything that has peanut oil in it, because I will literally die. But I'm the kind of person that will eat anything. I love everything, just not peanuts."

I took it seriously that she was allergic to peanuts and checked every ingredient before beginning to make her lunch. I made her sit facing opposite the kitchen equipment because I didn't want her to know what I was making, but I also didn't want her to leave the kitchen.

"So," I said as I began chopping vegetables, "Are you in college?"

"Yes," she responded, "I take day time classes at a campus near my apartment in PA."

"Cool. What are you majoring in?"

"Music," she answered.

I dropped my knife on the spot and then turned around to face her even though she couldn't see me. "No way, music?" I was so interested in music, that hearing her talk about it made me excited.

"Yes. I could play almost every instrument there is. I grew up with my father owning a music store called Sonic Boom, so I lived and breathed music. But I'm mostly working to becoming a professional songwriter. I've been writing songs since I was about six. I love music. It's my passion."

She seemed so truly passionate about it that it was almost inspiring. I was about to tell her about my love for music, but I could hardly tell Kira about how passionate I feel about it, let alone a girl I just met. Sure, Kira's heard me play and sing, but she thinks I'm in it for the fame and the fortune. She thinks I want to make it big to get the material things. But it's way deeper than that.

"That's amazing. I hope everything goes well for you, I really do."

"Thanks, that means a lot."

I wanted to ask more about her, but I didn't want to seem nosy. I continued with my cooking and decided it couldn't harm to ask a few more questions. She fascinated me.

"So is this wedding planning job temporary then, I suppose?"

"Yeah. I started a small business in PA, just to make some extra money, but I never thought I'd be in a magazine for it, let alone a FLORIDA magazine. I guess I have a talent for wedding planning. If all fails with music, at least I'll have the wedding planning to fall back on."

"Always good to have a back up plan, I guess." Which I should be talking. I didn't even have a starter plan about what I was going to do with my life. I've been living off making records and off of my parents and Jimmy's money. I knew once we got married though, it would all be over. We'd have to support ourselves and I wasn't sure how we were going to it.

But now wasn't about me. It was about Ally Dawson. And I was like a sponge. I wanted to absorb every fact about her. For some reason, she captivated my mind and fascinated me till no end.

"Yeah, I guess. But I really hope the music thing works out."

"I'm sure it will." And I really was because I heard her sing, and it was beautiful.

We paused our conversation for a while and all you could hear was the simmering of the veggies. Finally I asked, "Do you have any siblings?"

"No. It's just me. It got a little lonely sometimes, just me and dad."

I wasn't sure why the mom wasn't in the picture, but I was a little skeptical to ask. I didn't want to get to personal, but I was so curious, so I just blurted out, "What about your mom?"

She didn't answer for a few minutes, and I regretted asking. Finally she just whispered, "She's...not with us in this world anymore. She's in a better place." Her voice cracked and a soft whimpering came from her end of the kitchen. I couldn't take it, the fact she wasn't bubbly like she was a second ago just killed me. But stupid me just had to go and get all personal.

I walked away from my master piece for a moment, because there was a crying girl who I didn't even know sitting in my house, and I had to do something about it. I mean, I couldn't just let her sit there and cry.

I walked around the counter and in front of her stool. Her face was buried in her hands and she was just whimpering softly like a little dog who just wants to be petted. I gently placed a hand on her hair and then softly said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bring it up."

"It's okay," she shrugged, looking up at me with a few tears rolling down her otherwise clear face. "I-I should be getting over it by now. She died when I was fourteen."

I removed my hand from her hair ,feeling a bit awkward and then looked into her eyes which were full of fresh tears. "Nah, don't feel bad for crying. That was your mom, you're never going to truly get over it. But you know, she's in a better, happier place now. That's all you have to think about."

She nodded and wiped her tears off with the back of her hand. She had not a trace of makeup on, so there was nothing running down her face. I was a little shocked that someone could look so beautiful without putting on any makeup. Kira puts on loads, but she could never achieve this level of beauty. This is natural beauty.

It broke my heart to see Ally sad. Even though I've known her all but this morning, she tugged emotional strings in me I never knew I had. She made me just want to embrace her tiny figure and hold her away from all the bad things in the world, which was a completely strange feeling to have.

After that, I didn't question her anymore. I left her alone to eat her lunch, the mystery dish being grilled chicken with vegetables and a baked potato, and I went in the other room with a bag of potato chips. I laid on the large couch flipping through the channels on our flat screen TV.

I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable, but I wanted to be near her. I wasn't sure what the urge was inside of me to want to be near her so badly, but all my brain could keep thinking was what is Ally thinking? or how is Ally feeling?

I found her undeniably beautiful and a breath of fresh air. She seemed real and down to earth, warm and inviting, the kind of girl who doesn't judge people on their money or looks. The kind of girl who is accepting and kind. She was so different than Kira, at least what I've learned from her that morning.

There went that feeling in my chest again.