Chapter Two – He Sings With a Smile

"Don't fall for his sweet words. Fall for his sweet personality." – Cai Andino (Redone)

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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: Hey. I updated again. Erm, I'm quite proud of this. But I know that, it's like...going a little slow. I'm sorry. I've started the third chapter already, so, I guess I will update next week :) Well...hopefully anyway. & as for the story's progression, it's just quite a rushed movie in my opinion &, I just wanna be able to make it a little deeper than just that. Okay. Enjoy babies ;*

Disclaimer: I don't own neither Austin & Ally or 27 Dresses.

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Two dresses in one night. One pastel pink, puffy and laced, short and very semi-formal. The other, a creamy dandelion color, with a high-low cut, and a very elegant touch.

It's strange, you may say, but I've been back and forth the whole night, between two very different weddings. One with a wild disco party, with the drinks and the food, and all the shebang, and another one, calm and collected, with cotillion dancing and classical music. And I'm not tired yet. Despite all the running around, sneaking out, and having to change inside the cab.

Am I crazy? Maybe.

I contemplate on this question, as I stare in through the rear-view mirror, trying to make sure Ziggy does not sneak a peek at me, whilst I change — from the creamy dandelion dress, to the pastel pink one. My brown eyes clashed with his arab ones, catching him red-handed, staring at me through said mirror.

"I'm taking fifty out of your pay Ziggy." I said, a warning tone in my voice, only to see him roll his eyes.

"It's my cab." I hear him mutter under his breath, making me roll my own eyes.

"You're mine for tonight." I snapped, the difficulty of zipping up the dress, quickly getting to me.

"Suggestive." He said, sending me another wink through the rear-view mirror, as his teeth came out in a very teasing grin.

"I didn't mean it like that!" I stubbornly bit back, finally getting the zipper all the way up, as I put on those pink high heels once again.

"Careful you don't throw those shoes at me." He taunted, setting fire, once again, to my already blazing temper.

"I'm not playing around with you, Ziggy." I growled, my eyes fixed at him, with a very unconvincing glare.

"Of course you're not." He, once again, rolls his eyes, before stomping hard on the breaks of the cab.

We came into a halt, my thoughts suddenly clear of me and the driver's earlier banter. Instead, my mind filled itself with questions of how to sneak in through the reception, without getting caught. And also, somewhere in the back of it, I'm kind of hoping, maybe somehow wishing, I see that blonde-haired man once again. But I'm doubting it.

So with a deep sigh, I got out of the cab, leaving all my stuff behind — knowing Ziggy would still be waiting for me — as I started to make my way over to the designated hall. My breathing, again, had slowed down on me, while my heartbeat began to quicken. My mind raced a hundred miles per hour, with thoughts of everything going all over the place.

For a usually calm person, I am a tragic mess right now.

I mentally scold myself, whilst making my way down the long and narrow hallway. The floor carpeted red, and nothing but dull and old paintings surrounded the wall. Not a living thing in sight, but from here on, I could hear the loud call, of the whimsical tune, of classical music being played. At this, I hurried my pace.

And once I got through the glass doors, separating me and the wedding, I stopped. I looked in through them, seeing the happy faces of family and friends, and the bride and groom standing up, maybe about to have their first dance as husband and wife. And that was something I just could not possibly miss! And I'm so glad I came in here in time too!

And because all eyes were at the bride and groom, getting inside the hall, without being noticed, was easy. Or, so I thought.

One eye caught me. And out of everyone that could have, it had to be him. The man — coughing, 'coz I still consider his immature act, as boyish — with bleached blonde hair, and whiskey brown eyes, stood tall on the stage, with a very knowing and obnoxious smirk. His eyes gleamed, amuse at my shocked expression, as he held tight the mic.

Questions of panic ran through my head. Why was he up there? Was he going to announce my late arrival? Does he know about my coming in and out of this place? The way he looked at me, is he planning on embarrassing me? How does he even know Claire or Renzy? Why am I just standing here?!

Crazy thoughts swirled inside my mind. And not one question, I'm sure, would soon be answered. But then he opened his mouth, and the words I never expected to hear, came out of them. And it felt good.

Because even though, his eyes still looked at me, as if he knew everything I've been hiding this whole entire night, and even though, his smirk indicated, that he would bust me, and reveal all that he knew — he didn't. Instead, his voice came out soft, and the words he spoke were of romance, and I begin to wonder to myself exactly who he was.

"This next song, is dedicated to the bride and groom." He tells the audience who, were all captivated by his presence up on that stage. "It's a very special song to me, and I hope it becomes special to them too."

"That's so sweet!" A gushing squeal came out from one of the bridesmaids, and briefly, he took his eyes off me to wink at her.

"I hope you all like it." He says, his voice being heard across the whole entire hall.

But somehow, by the way he's staring right at me, I felt as if, that little phrase was directed to me. And once again, I couldn't help but smile.

"Here we go." He smiles, replacing that old smirk, as he grabbed a nearby guitar and started playing.

All was silent. Not one person spoke one word. Everyone was eager to hear him sing. And, as much as I don't want to admit it, I am one of those people.

"Lift your head." He starts, starting to strum away on his guitar, with his eyes shut close. "Baby don't be scared, of the things that could go wrong along the way."

Renzy and Claire both nodded in approval, as they, began to take small little steps of slow dancing. His hand holds her own tight, and his arm wrapped itself around her waist, while the smile on his face expressed nothing but total and complete happiness.

"You'll get by, with a smile." His voice was still soft, still perfect. But his eyes opened up, and you could see a little shine in it. A little gleam of longing.

I started to sway along with the song. My hands were folded against my chest but, hearing him sing those beautiful lyrics, made my knees go weak, and my heart flutter a little. And I did not like it; but I did too.

"You can't win on everything, but you can try." He smiles a little through the song, and I smiled too.

The drums came in, and the piano starts to be played. There's a little bit of harp, and a little bit of chimes, and a little bit of harmonize singing. And it was wonderful to listen to, and watch, as the bride and groom got lost in their own world of slow dancing.

"Baby, you don't have to worry. And there ain't no need to hurry; no one ever said that there's an easy way." He continues to sing, and when his eyes land on mine, he smirks a little, and I just rolled my eyes.

"He's so good." I hear someone whisper from behind me, and I had to nod my head, because I agreed.

"I know!" Another one says, her voice a breathy whisper, as the music drowned out everything else she said.

"When they're closing all them doors, and they don't want you anymore, it sounds funny but I'll say it anyway." His eyes close again, but the smirk of his lips never left. And I don't mind one bit.

"That's Austin Moon." The whispers behind me returned, and suddenly, I realize they've answered a question I've been asking myself all night.

"Oh, yes." The other person says. "Everybody knows Austin Moon."

"Girl I'll stay, through the bad times, even if I have to 'fend you everyday."

xoxo

"I see you liked the song." I can hear the smirk in his voice, and I feel like he has every right to act like so.

"It was good, yes." I said, turning to look at him, an approving expression masking my whole entire face. "I loved the lyrics."

"Perfect." He says, lips still turned upward in that smug act, as he shoved his hands roughly into his pocket.

"Did you write it?" I ask, curiosity laced within the tone of my voice.

"Yes, yes I did." His face falters a little, and his eyes flashed with slight sadness, but he hid it well. "It's one of my old works."

"Oh." I let out, nodding my head at the same time.

"It's a little something to make the ladies fall in love with me." The smirk came back, along with eyes shining in pride.

"What?" I asked, not too sure if I caught onto what he was really trying to say. And I'm hoping I didn't.

"You heard the girls squeal. You saw how they all looked at me. And I'm sure someone, somewhere, was whispering my name out there." He says in bitter pride. "It's all for show. For them."

And all of a sudden, I felt my whole new-found respect for him just crumble away.

"Of course." I muttered, my voice evident with disbelief. "I can't believe this."

"Believe what?" His eyebrow raises, and at that moment I just felt like slapping him.

"Believe that I actually thought you were a decent guy!" I nearly screamed at him, if not for me being so aware of where we were at. "To think I actually thought you were one of those nicer, and more gentleman-like men, with that sensitive touch of romance!"

"You—"

"But no! You're not!" I snapped, cutting him off immediately. "You're just another egotistic bastard, with an incredible talent, who uses the good he can do, for his own satisfactory benefit of seeing women fall down on his knees, wanting him, just to break their hearts!"

"Are you actually serious?" He asked, quite bewildered. And his eyes, they looked so surprised. "You don't get to—"

Right before he can finish that sentence of his, I heard a crowd of girls squealing and shouting. And the second I turned around, I regretted it. I wish I didn't turn around, and I wish could've at least caught that bouquet of flowers, before I completely passed out, knocked out by the stampede of girls wanting to get married next.

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A/N: I hope you liked that! & erm, read & review? Oh, & the song I've used is actually called 'With a Smile' by Eraserheads! A Filipino band, hahaha :) &, that's why the chapter is called 'He Sings With a Smile' 'coz he sang the song, with a smile. If you catch my drift. Okay! Read & review please!