Guys I am so sorry this update is so incredibly late! I promised you all that I would update at least once a week last time, but I had a huge case of writer's block this last month. I'm trying really hard with this story, cause I want it to be perfect and detailed in every aspect of how a wedding pans out, but I also have high standards. Anyway, I'll try to update whenever I can, but right now I think I know how this story is going to go. I do hope you guys enjoy this chapter - the next few chapters will be a little more literal with the wedding process.

"Thank you New York! You've all been such a wonderful crowd to accompany tonight, and I'm so glad because, this city is very special to me now. You've been beautiful, thank you so much!" Ally cried into her microphone before running off the large stage. A cheer quickly followed after her closing words, which pleased Ally very much.

"Ally, Austin called. He said for you to call him back when you get the chance." Trish said, handing Ally her phone.

Ally quickly took a drink bottle and took a large sip before she replied. "Thanks, Trish," she said, taking her phone from her.

Ally dialled her fiancé's number and waited for him to pick up.

"Hey, Pickle," – Austin said. Ally smirked at his nickname.
"You've never been good at nicknames."- Ally commented. She heard a laugh at the other end.
"Come on, you know you love it just as much as I do." - Austin replied slyly. Ally only smirked again, which Austin had evidently sensed.
"See!? I knew it." – Austin said smugly. Ally laughed.
"When are you coming home?" – Ally impatiently asked. There was a silence.

Austin had finished his tour almost two weeks ago, but he had decided to a bit of improvised travel with his bandmates. Ally hadn't minded at first, but she wanted him to come home. The reason being that her New York show was her last show of her tour, and she did not want go home to an empty apartment.

"We might be up here a couple of days more … but I promise I'll be with you sooner than you think." – Austin said. Ally sighed.
"Where are you now?" – Ally tried to sound as interested as possible, even though she was more interested in hearing him come home.
"Ohio, actually. Not a bad place really." – Austin tried, only to hear nothing back from Ally.
"Are you mad?" – Austin asked. Ally tried to collect herself. She did not be one of the wives that kept their husbands from doing what they wanted. She smiled.
"No," she sighed. "I'm happy you're seeing more of the cities you're visiting rather than just their best arenas and stadiums." – Ally scoffed. Austin laughed with her.
"Good, because I don't like it when you're angry … especially with me." – Austin. Ally tilted her head to the side.
"No, you have a good time. But come home soon, I … I miss you." – Ally admitted. She could almost see Austin nodding his head.
"I promise. I'll be home very soon." – Austin promised.

"Okay, I love you." – Ally.
"Love you, Pickle." – Austin.
"Shut up." – Ally. Austin only laughed and they both disconnected.

"So, where's Austin? When's he coming back?" Trish asked as Ally put her phone in her bag. Ally sighed.

"He's in Ohio … He was supposed to come back tomorrow but he wants to travel a little more." Ally replied, slightly dazed.

Trish tilted her head slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry Ally, guess you're not gonna see him as soon as you thought." She said empathetically.

Ally only pressed the corner of her mouth in a tight squeeze, narrowing her eyes a little as she contemplated going home to a lonely apartment.

Ally turned the key to her apartment door and pushed it open. When she walked in, she was struck to find the entire apartment covered with dimly lit candles, red and yellow rose petals, and her favourite romantic songs playing over the speaker. Ally couldn't understand anything that was happening. She roamed around desperately, trying to figure out what was happening.

"What is going on?" she called out helplessly, trying to dull down her expectations as much as she could before they were not exceeded.

Ally saw a figure emerge from the living room, a tall figure she knew all too well. She was right. He had come home.

"Welcome home, Pickles." A husky voice called, bringing a bouquet of flowers to his front which he had been hiding behind his back.

"Austin!" Ally cried, running straight for him and grabbing the flowers with one arm, and jumping straight on to his chest, wrapping her legs around his waist and her hands around his neck.

This had to be a dream.

She didn't even expect the hot little tears to come streaming down her face. "You're really here? This is isn't a dream?" she whispered.

Austin had his arms strongly wrapped around Ally's back, and brought one hand to wipe a tear away with his thumb.

"I'm here. And I'm never leaving again." Austin whispered back, bumping his forehead into Ally's and kissing her nose slightly. Ally's tears were becoming very real.

"Neither am I." Ally mumbled, searching for his lips with her eyes closed.
"Good." He muttered, unable to wait any longer to join his lips with hers.

He kissed her fully and softly. Ally responded back with the most tender enthuse. The world around them had finally stopped. Nothing could come in their way now. Austin pulled her closer to his body, yet Ally didn't believe it was close enough. She never wanted to be separated from him again.

The couple sat on the floor against the sofa, cuddling close together, their arms and hands intertwined.

"So … you lied." Ally scoffed. Austin raised an eyebrow at her.
"Yeah, so I could surprise you with all of this." Austin pointed out.

"Still, that's a pretty bad thing you did. I might even have to teach you a lesson." Ally mused, shaking her head sarcastically with a sly smile.

"Oh? And what lesson would that be?" Austin asked, practically pulling her right into his lap.

Ally ran her fingers down his strong jaw line.

"This!" she suddenly screamed, beginning to tickle Austin in the places she knew he was the most ticklish. Austin let out his best squeal and began laughing frantically, begging for mercy. He tried to tickle her back but Ally was too quick for him.

One week later

"How about this one?" Ally picked up a wedding card template from the coffee table and held it in mid-air, allowing Austin to see too. Austin nodded.

"Yeah, I like this one. Let's use this one." Austin practically chanted. Ally looked from Austin back down to the dozens of card templates. Georgia had dropped off a few designs she had been working on to show Austin and Ally, to help them decide which they would use.

"But look at all these other ones? We should at least look at all of them." Ally suggested, picking up another. Austin sighed.

"Ally, they're all going to be perfect. We know how talented Georgia is, I'm not worried we're going to choose the wrong one." Austin pointed out.

Ally glared at him. "But we should at least decide if one is more perfect than another." Ally went on. Austin crashed his head back on the couch before leaning close over Ally's shoulder.

"Then, you decide Pickle. Whatever you pick, will be just fine." Austin said, kissing her jaw quickly. Ally furrowed her brow and looked at him.

"You don't want to have a say in your wedding invitation?" Ally raised her eyebrow. Austin only pressed his lips into a tight line before responding.

"Okay, look. As long as you give me full responsibility and trust in our wedding video, you can pick the invitation." Austin compromised.

Ally smirked. "What have you got planned for our wedding video?" she asked.

Ally caught a small glimmer in his eyes as he looked away, trying to hold back his smile as much as possible.

"You'll just have to wait and see," he said simply. Ally shook her head and proceeded looking through the templates once again.

Ally examined very carefully for the next few moments, and found that many designs seemed to almost strike her as aesthetically pleasing and perfect, but lacked the touch of Austin and Ally's personalities and she had once pictured. She might have been becoming a little too picky, so she tried to lower her expectations when suddenly, she saw it.

She took it in her hands and studied the card very closely.

It was thick piece of shimmering beige card, bordered with a thin line of a beautiful, deep shade of red. Diagonally sitting across the two top corners of the card were shiny golden and outlined with thin lines of evergreen, hand-drawn palm leaves.

A & A

It is with abundant joy
that together with their parents

ALLY DAWSON & AUSTIN MOON

invite you to join in the celebration of their marriage

Sunday the eighth of December
at four in the afternoon

Vizcaya Museum and Gardens,
Miami, Florida

In a very light gold tone, almost silhouetting the text toward the bottom of the card sat a faded sun and moon, it was so very light but it was perfect.

"Austin, this one. This is perfect!" Ally cried, practically jumping in her seat. Austin pulled her back and took the card from her hands, studying it carefully.

He smiled. "Yeah, I like the sun and moon." He put in.

Ally's face glowed. "We can send them out as soon as possible! Austin I'm so excited!" Ally exclaimed, reaching down for her phone to dial Trish's number.

"Who are you calling?" Austin asked.
"Trish, I'll ask her to come over." Ally replied.

At that moment, the doorbell rang and Austin jumped up to answer it. Ally pressed 'call' and held the phone up to her ear.

As Austin opened the door, Trish was already standing there with Dez standing behind her.

"Ugh! Why isn't Trish picking up? What if this was a maid of honour emergency? I swear, I really have to just rely on myself – Trish!" Ally cried from the living as she made her way to the kitchen.

Austin pressed his lips into a tight line, embarrassed for his fiancé. Trish came in, flashing a very smug yet unimpressed smile at Ally. Dez had a permanent smirk stained on his mouth as he followed close behind.

Ally got up from the couch and nervously made her toward the kitchen, letting out her most awkward laugh as she walked.

"What's up?" Ally asked between laughed, a shaky smile stained on her lips.
Dez sighed. "Nothing, you were just bitching about Trish so I'm anticipating the cat fight that will ensue right about now," he chimed, falling down quickly in a chair at the dining table.

Ally bit her lip, but Trish only plopped her bag onto the table and pulled out her maid of honour folder.

"If I were so irresponsible, would I have all these RSVPs for the Kitchen Tea already?" Trish deliberated quite sarcastically.

Ally sighed. "Of course I don't think you're irresponsible, Trish-" but Trish cut her off.
"Yes you do." she blatantly interrupted. Ally held her mouth open for a moment before going on.

"Okay, I do," she paused as Trish rolled her eyes. "But I know you just work differently – you somehow manage to work better under pressure, and while that might come out a little late – I'm okay with that." Ally breathed. Trish frowned slightly, but seemed less upset.

"Besides, I wouldn't want anybody else in the world to be my maid of honour." Ally put in sweetly, touching Trish's shoulder. Trish finally rolled her eyes in a forgiving manner and smiled along with Ally, as she pulled her in for a side embrace.

"Good, let's eat!" Austin cried plainly, heading toward the kitchen. Dez held his hands up mid-air.

"That's it? Where's the cat fight? Where's the 'you're fired' 'you're not my best friend'? Man you two have gotten soft." Dez commented flatly, pressing his lips into a tight line after he finished, his eyes shadowy.

"Not really, just mature." Trish corrected him.

A sarcastic laugh came from the kitchen.

"Ally – mature? Ha! Just this morning-" He began but Ally cut him short.
"Hey, bring out the fritters, Austin!" she intervened nervously, following him into the kitchen with a glaring look on her face.

Trish only laughed and leaned her elbows over the kitchen bench.

"So what are we having?" she asked, looking at a plate of cling wrapped fritters in Austin's hand as he placed it near the stove top.

"Austin made cauliflower and potato fritters, stuffed mushrooms and you and I are about to make a salad." Ally explained as Trish only stared in awe.

"Austin! You really are the culinary genius, huh?" Trish commented, impressed. Austin flipped a spatula in the air and caught it swiftly in his other hand, looking at Trish seriously.

"Chef 'Awesomus', at your service." He replied coolly, turning to Ally with a wink. Ally only shook her head and shoved him toward the bench.

They all heard a squeal coming from the dining table and turned to see Dez, his mouthed shaped like an 'o' and obviously excited.

"Are you releasing a Chef Awesomus cookbook?" his eyes glowed. Austin smirked.
"You know it!" he replied to his friend, tossing a kitchen towel in the air to show off just a little more. Ally rolled her eyes and headed back over to the dining table, sitting down across from Dez.

"So, we picked out an invitation! Do you guys wanna see it?" Ally beamed, practically unable to contain her excitement. A grimace came from the kitchen.

"Alls, can we keep some things a surprise?" Austin suggested, heating up a pan with oil. Ally scrunched her eyes slightly and tilted her head back.

"But they're our maid of honour and best man. Can't I show off just a little?" Ally asked. Austin sighed after thinking for a moment but smirked a little.

Ally took this as a yes and ran to the living room, retrieving their mock up invitation. She ran back and placed it down in front of Dez, who looked at it carefully. Trish peered over her shoulder, a smile forming on her lips.

"It's beautiful. So much subtle detail – Georgia really is talented." Trish commented, still looking at it. Dez appeared to be studying it harder though.

"Yeah, I just have to call her and talk printing and costs but we should-" but Ally was cut short when Dez took the mock up by hand and stood up from his seat.

"Uh, hello? There's no mention of my role in the party at all." Dez stated flatly, looking to Ally and then back at Austin. Ally raised an eyebrow confused, but Austin only frowned.

"Why would there be any mention of you?" Ally asked back just as flatly. Dez let out a sharp exasperated groan.

"Because of my countless duties? Best man, photographer, juggling performer-"
"I'm sorry what? There is no way you're doing any of that but best man." Ally cut him off. Dez widened his eyes at her.

"I'm sorry, buddy. But you'll be one of the main people there anyway. Besides, you're definitely going to be mentioned in my speech." Austin comforted Dez. Dez looked back at his best friend and sighed happily, sitting back down.

Ally narrowed her eyes to the side and let out a small breath.

"Have you started writing your speech?" Trish asked Ally. Ally bit her lip slightly.
"I haven't even written my vows yet. Besides its still pretty far away." She explained.

"Cool, so I don't have to write one yet either, right?" Trish breathed with a relieved laugh. Ally tilted her head to the side and only stared at Trish. When Trish saw her glare, she laughed nervously.

"I mean, I can't wait to start writing my speech!" she relieved herself, walking away awkwardly toward the kitchen. Ally shook her head and leaned over the table.

"Oh, since we're all here … I was talking to Chase and Brad while you were away, Austin," Dez began, signalling for Austin to tune in. Austin looked back at his friend and gestured him on with a nod of his head.

"We were thinking about going for a Jeep ride on the day Ally has her kitchen tea." He finished.

"A what?" Ally intervened.
"A Jeep ride. Where we rent a Jeep and go for a drive up into the mountains or on a beach or something." Austin explained calmly. Ally looked from Dez to Austin, not nearly as calm.

"That sounds pretty dangerous …" Ally mentioned quietly.
"Yeah!" Dez agreed with a goofy laugh.

Trish raised her eyebrow at Dez. "Since when do you like danger? I seem to remember the last 'intense ride' you did was that kid rocket ship in the mall of Miami. Heck you even threw up a few times!" Trish recalled with a sinister look.

Dez sighed dreamily, thinking about the rocket ship. "I still just love the thrill." He replied, as Trish rolled her eyes and gave a warning look to Ally.

Ally walked toward Austin with a worried look on her face. "I'm not sure about this, Austin. You could get hurt …" she said worriedly. Austin turned to her with quite an annoyed look on his face.

"Alls, it's just a drive. You know how good a driver I am." Austin breathed almost tiredly.
Ally pressed her lips together in disagreement. "Speeding and dodging around every car 'in your way', in one of the busiest cities in the world is not 'good driving.'" She commented.

Trish snickered behind them.

"It's a slow city! Who wants to drive and stop and drive and stop!?" Austin defended himself before sighing. "Let me go on this drive to, relieve my road rage a little bit, huh?" he compromised.

Ally stared at him. "Sure, that sounds safe," she muttered sarcastically under her breath.

"I promise I'll be careful," he said, looking over at Dez. "Besides, it sounds like a fun thing for us to do while you girls have your tea." He went on.

"We'll take turns driving – and you know how slowly I drive." Dez put in.
Trish scoffed a little. "Yeah, he'll be safe from that don't worry." Trish said to Ally as Dez side glanced her.

Ally sighed. "Okay, fine. But I want hourly updates!" she warned, pointing her finger at Austin. He beamed but then rolled his eyes.

"Yes – mom." He muttered. Ally widened her eyes at him.

"What did you say?" she interrogated him, seeing a nervous look on Austin's face.
"I mean – I love you!" he saved himself, kissing her forehead quickly before turning back to his cooking process.

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