Chapter Four – What's His is Me
"Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don't touch." – 'Treacherous' by Taylor Swift
Summary: Twenty-seven times she's been down that aisle. And not a single once was it her wedding. But, maybe just this one time, it's okay to not marry Prince Charming. Austin&Ally. Auslly. AU.
Inspiration: Isn't it obvious? TA-DA! It's the movie 27 Dresses! I legit love that movie. & I think, with Ally's uptight personality, it would be so perfect for Auslly! Of course, there's a few differences to fit the show, & to fit my liking. But I hope I did the movie justice! & my dear God, there's a playlist of songs that would be so perfect for Auslly & those songs, too, inspired me! Yay for inspiration! :)
A/N: Um sorry for not updating so long? I've been busy, you see. And this chapter goes out to my best friend Chloe, she uh…I gotta say sorry to her because I'm taking a Twitter break and shiz and I don't want to upset her but there's always other people you can talk to. If you need me, there's always my saymarano or Skype or FaceTime (: So, I hope you guys enjoy this update! More Auslly banter and maybe a surprise at the end ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own neither Austin & Ally or 27 Dresses.
Gucci high heels strike the marble floor; and with every step she took, clicks and clacks could be heard. A black bodycon skirt, wrapped tight around her hips, with a loose fluorescent white top to match. She's got a blazer too, and — of course — she's got shaded sunglasses, shielding her brown eyes, from the flare of New York's sunlight.
Her hair dirty blonde, perfectly curled, and so full of volume. Legs long, though she was short, and looking creamy and smooth as ever. Her lips so pink, curved into a very enthused smile. And her hands and arms, busy carrying along with her, the baggage of being a model; basically, trollies and handbags full of clothes and never-ending accessories.
"Ally!" She shouts over to me, her left arm waving for attention. I smiled and giggled, before running off to her direction. "It's been so long!"
"It has, hasn't it?" I exclaimed, smirking a little at the sight before me.
There she was — my dearest step sister, Tilly Anne Thompson — hands full of shopping bags, all ranging from cheap branded clothes, to the most expensive stash of jewelry.
"Your hands are a little full." I innocently pointed out, causing her to give me a one playful glare. "Need a little help?"
"Oh, no, it's fine." She quips sarcastically, winking at me whilst dropping all her bags. "It's not like any of these are yours or anything."
"Wait, you bought me gifts?" I asked, quite shocked, with my eyebrows raised high up, and my mouth slightly ajar.
"Of course, silly!" Cheerfully responding, she points to the floor all the fallen bags, as she smiles widely. "Half of these are designer clothes I bought just for you!"
"Tilly, you didn't have to." I say, smiling tearfully, my hand in my heart, and the sweet touching gesture overwhelming me with feelings of contentment.
"Oh, but I did." She grins, picking up the bags, and handing them to me. "It's a little thank you for all that you've done for me. And for putting up with me."
"Aw." Smiling thankfully, tears still clear in my eyes, I took the bags off her. "That's so sweet."
"And also, I kind of felt bad about being able to shop in Milan and Paris, and you not being able to." She shrugs, taking hold once again of her stroller bag, before walking on towards the exit of the gate. "So, I thought I might buy a little something for you, to remind you, that I get to shop all over the world."
"Oh, so it's all about rubbing it in my face now, isn't it?" I asked, giving her a look of mock shock as she just nodded and laughed. "Well, aren't you a nice sister."
"The best there ever is."
xoxo
Tilly and I talked. We talked a lot. She told me about Paris, Milan, London and Tokyo — all the places she's been to. And I told her about work, the magical weddings I've helped make come true, and all that she has missed out on while she was away, seeing the world.
And it's funny because, it seems like she has it better than me. Because she's a model, and she gets to travel to all these wonderful places, and have boys gawking over the sight of her, while me, on the other hand, is stuck in a loop of a city, too busy making other people's fairytales — over my own happiness — come true, with the only thing keeping me from quitting my job is my very kind, gentle, and handsome boss.
But it's okay. I think it is. Because now that I'm here, listening to her talk on and on about her adventures and mishaps, at the places I'll never be, I come to the realization that living away from New York, is really not meant for me. In all honesty, I actually adore this city.
"Earth to Ally." I see Tilly's hand wave in front of me, snapping me out of my little trance.
"Oh." I say simply, my blank gaze turning into that of confusion.
"What's with you, just totally spacing out on me like that?" She says, huffing slightly with a pout of the lips, as she dipped her fries into her vanilla ice cream.
"Dad taught you that." I smiled in slight nostalgia, feeling my eyes go soft as I look down at the sight of her.
"When I still didn't like him." She points out, almost sounding regretful. "And boy, how stupid was I not to."
"Very." I pointed out in mock, a small laugh escaping the back of my throat, while she turned to playfully glare at me.
"Ha. You're funny." She tells me, a suppressed smile melting her glare away.
"I know I am." I nodded, sarcasm coating my entire tone. "It's one of the many talents I, Ally D, posses."
"Oh, by Gods Ally, please don't ever say that again." She says, a roar of uncontrollable laughter erupting from her, as she began to slam her hands down the table.
I rolled my eyes at the sight, but smiled a little to myself, before shaking my head and continuing on to eat. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw something very familiar. Kind chocolate brown eyes, smile ever-so-charming and gentle, hair perfectly brown and floppy, and the figure so lean and tall — so perfect.
Dallas.
Tilly must've have noticed my gaze, for she finally stopped laughing, and has turned her focus onto the boy coming in through the coffee shop door. And my goodness gracious, she was just like me at the sight of him — gawking at his almighty handsomeness.
"Oh my, now who is that?" She asks, twirling strands of her blonde hair between her index and middle fingers. A sign, which I, all but know too well.
"That's—"
"Hey Ally!" Dallas comes strolling towards us, not giving me a chance to continue speaking, as his smile so bright, lit up the whole room, rendered me speechless.
"Bonjour. Comment tu t'appelle?" Tilly spoke, her French accent thick and perfect.
"Ahaha. French, I see?" Dallas says, his lovely eyes turning to look at Tilly, who had a very sly smile plastered on her face.
And at the sight, you can slowly hear my heart break.
"Why, of course. It is but the language of love." Her eyes twinkled flirtatiously, and a spark of fire can be seen through them.
"It's only polite you tell me your name before I tell you mine." Dallas remarks, his smile growing wider by the second, and nothing but pure confidence exuded from him.
"Tilly. Tilly Anne Thompson." Tilly says, handing out her hand for him to shake — that smile, and that look in her eyes, still obviously clear. "And I'm Ally's little sister."
"Dallas." Dallas laughs, a laugh so incredibly elegant and hearty, that it made my insides melt, and sent tingling shivers up and down my spine. "Dallas Jay Carter. And I am Ally's boss."
And so, it begun.
xoxo
"I don't understand why you just won't leave me alone!" I screamed over the phone, and just by my choice of words, you can already tell who I was talking to.
"Ally, what did I do?" His voice sounded desperate, and somehow a little out of breath, as he tried his best to keep the conversation going. "Was it something I said? Or was it because I have your book?"
"Goodness gracious Austin." I sighed harshly, letting myself fall into my bed. "Does it really matter?"
"Yes." He mutters. "Yes it does."
"And why does it?!" I question in an irritable manner, my patience running so thin, I can barely cope.
"No girl ever hates me for no reason at all." He spoke in all seriousness, and I couldn't help but feel even all the more frustrated.
"Oh my God, you are so full of yourself!" I screamed, about to throw my phone at the wall, when I heard him sing.
"Crazy 'coz I'm falling in love, falling deeply in love with you, yeah it's so damn true." He sings in a breathy whisper that made me freeze.
"Austin I—"
"Friends say I'm out of my mind, that I shouldn't be with you." He keeps on going, and his voice soothed me so much, I decided to sit in silence, and just listen to him. "But they don't understand, the way I feel for you, is unlike any other thing I've ever felt before."
I could hear shuffling going on over at his side of the phone, and I couldn't help but smile, as I imagined him rummaging through his room, trying to find whatever it was he was trying to find. And then, I heard tapping on wood, mutters of 'shit' and 'damn', and the strings of the guitar being plucked. And I finally understood.
"But they don't understand." He says, his voice husky and out of breath, as I hear the sound of the guitar accompany him, before he continues on singing. "That I'm not crazy, I'm just a man, searching for reasons to find you, over and over again."
I start to hum with him, the tune easily getting stuck in my head, and the lyrics so beautiful I could not help but smile a little to myself.
This boy...is magical.
I thought to myself, before closing my eyes and easily escaping into a deep sleep, with the only thing in my mind is the picture of him singing shirtless in his room, strumming the guitar, and forgetting I was on the phone.
"I'm not crazy, I'm just a man. I'm doing everything that I can."
xoxo
I entered the small pub, immediately spotting that bright shade of messy blonde hair, sitting by himself at the corner of the bar, with a drink right in front of him. I smiled a little, before walking slowly over to him.
If I actually didn't come, he'd be here all night by himself.
"Hey." I called over to him, making him turn to me with that very familiar smirk.
"Hello." He says, his finger suddenly raised up, to call over the bartender. "A drink for the lady."
"What would it be?" The bartender, short and scruffy, with brown hair and dull grey eyes, asks him.
"Surprise me." I say shyly, my eyes suddenly looking down on my chipped and painted nails.
"You heard her." I hear Austin say smoothly, his voice still as sexy as ever.
Dammnit Ally, shut up.
"And you, beautiful," he breathes out to my nose, and only then did I realize how dangerously close we were. I gasped as he continued to speak, "you don't need to be shy around me."
"I—"
"Besides," he cuts me off, leaning away from me, and back to his original position, "we're practically friends now."
"Oh." I can feel my heart sink at the mention of 'friends', and I had to remind myself that my heart belonged to Dallas, my kind boss with that amazing smile and perfect hair. Not this cocky bastard with an angelic voice.
Even if Dallas' heart belonged to someone else.
"Now, tell me what's wrong." He grins up at me, his all whole nature entirely changed, from being that of a sexy and bold, daring man, to this child-like man puppy, who can't keep still on his seat.
"What?" I asked, finding no other words to say. He chuckles a bit, before taking a sip out of his own drink.
"You're obviously bothered, and seriously guarded." He mutters, staring down the golden yellow liquid that had half-filled his champagne glass. "I don't like seeing friends sad."
"What makes you think we're friends?!" I snapped at him, the word 'friends' angering me for some reason I can't fathom.
"Oh, Ally." He laughs dryly, turning to look straight at me.
Slowly and gently, he lifted his hand up to grab a fistful of my hair. He used it to pull me roughly towards him — making me wince — before slowly letting his fingers slip through them.
"You have a lot to learn, darling." He whispers into my ear, his breath warm against my skin, but sending shivers up and down my spine nonetheless. "You see, the day I met you at the back of a taxicab, where your shoe hit my face—"
"Your forehead." I mindlessly interrupted.
"Whatever." He hissed, and I can feel him roll my eyes.
"It was night, not day, too." I continued to counter at him, but that only resulted in him snaking his arms around my waist.
"The night you hit me on the forehead, with those high-heels of yours, the night I did this same thing to you before, I've already claimed you as mine." His tone was taunting, very taunting. And it was if he was teasing me.
"Your what?" I asked dumbly, only to receive a chuckle, before being pulled closer to him.
"Just mine."
A/N: I changed my layout, yay! And I'm also working on a one-shot. I don't know if I'll get my update pattern back but I'll try for you guys (: Just keep reading and reviewing and I'll keep updating to your heart's content. I love you all, and your reviews really make me feel happy and better about everything else! And, Auslly arc is coming next month? Are you guys excited? Hahaha, love you guys. Oh, and I feel like my writing has downgraded a bit this chapter ): Probably because I haven't wrote in so long. I'm sorry to disappoint you guys! Song is 'Crazy' by Andrew Garcia.
