ChapterFive – A Dance Well Spent

"True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those who move easiest have learned to dance." – Alexander Pope

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: Cough, cough. Hello, how goes it? Ahahaha, it's been awhile, hasn't it? You've probably forgotten about me by now. But, anyway, just a quick update! This is a gift, a birthday gift, to an amazing person who deserves so much more than a crappy chapter, my best friend Chloe :D She made a fanfiction account (mile in silence) and refuses to post any of her work up. Tsk, let's encourage her folks :D Anyway, Chloe, I know it's not your birthday yet, but, I wanted you to read this before March 15 and knowing our luck with time, and how it cockblocks us, you probably won't be able to if I posted this tomorrow. SO, happy birthday, have a wonderful day, and expect a long message from me on Twitter March 14, 2013, 12am, your time ;) Ily girl xoxo Seriously, thank you for everything :)By the way, this chapter has a little less banter, a little bit more fluffy and…saucy? Hahaha. Review after please :)

Disclaimer:I don't own either Austin & Ally or 27 Dresses.

I think he's beautiful when he's asleep. Blonde locks that innocently fell over his closed eyes, the way his toned chest rose up and down, in sync with his rhythmic breathing. His pouting pink lips, blowing puffs of hot air into my nose.

I don't know how we got here, or how we ended up in this position we're currently in. All I remember was, he had a little bit too much to drink, I was a little bit out of my mind, and we danced.

But it's not the kind of classical dancing I would've gotten had it been a formal wedding — no. And it also wasn't the type of dancing I'd be caught dead doing in a club. It was silly dancing, with lots of tripping and falling and laughing. The kind of dance where it didn't matter if I was good, or bad. It was also the kind of dancing driven by alcohol running hot through our veins.

I wasn't drunk. I was far from it. But Austin was. He was way too drunk. And I don't want to admit it, but, he was one gorgeous drunk bastard. The way the sweat dampened his bleached blonde hair, and how his clothes stuck to him, defining those very abs that he had once boasted about — cocky as he may be, he was not a liar.

And that state he was in was probably what drove me to do what I did.

xoxo

"Ally, take me to your house." He says, breath hot against my neck, as I tried to will myself to walk away.

"No Austin." I sigh, not daring to turn around and face him — afraid of his whiskey eyes that might tempt me. "You'll be fine here."

"No I will not!" He whines a little, but his voice is still breathy and husky.

I chuckle, before muttering, "You seem to be having quite the time of your life out there, dancing with every sexy female you come across."

"Shhh, don't be jealous, gorgeous." He says, and I feel his lips touch a sensitive part of my neck — as I tried to hold back a moan — before he wrapped his strong arms around my petite waist. "No one's more beautiful than you."

"Austin." I sigh again, trying to pry his hold off me. "Please let me go. I need to go home."

"No." That was his simple reply. And I had to fight the urge to knee him right there where it hurts.

"Just take me home." He whispers, his head slumped down onto the crook of my neck, making my breath hitch as my jaw tightened. "I want to go home Ally."

"I don't know where you live." I bit at my bottom lip, suddenly feeling nervous because he was that close — and I can feel his sweat trickle down my skin, and his hot breath still fanning over my neck, and his hair a mess all over me.

"Take me home. To your house. That's home." He murmurs half-heartily. And I could feel his lips on my delicate shoulder, moving, and trailing soft butterfly kisses all around it. And, instantly, I felt sizzling all over my body.

"Okay."

xoxo

"Your beloved song book, huh." Austin smirks, his eyes naughty and taunting.

"Give me that back." I snarled at him, stomping my way over to my bed, where he gladly made himself comfortable on, without my consent.

"No." He chuckles, and I know by now, his little drunken spell is gone. "Unless..."

"Unless?!" I snapped back, arms folded across my chest, a scowl plastered on my face.

"Unless...you write a song with me." His lips tug down a bit, his smirk replaced by a soft smile. And his eyes are shining — gone were his brown whiskey colored irises, leaving only trails of dark coffee brown and caramel.

"I—excuse me?" My lips formed the perfect shape of an "o", and my eyebrows were up in both confusion and shock. "Wri—write a song with you?"

"Yeah." He nodded simply. Standing up, he flipped my book back to a couple of pages ago. And strangely enough, this action did not faze me.

"Well, I—"

"I like the tune of this." He cuts me off, striding over to where I had kept my guitar. Picking it up, he gently sets my book down on the floor as he sat beside it, my guitar in hand.

And then, he starts to strum that ever so familiar tune I once thought I'd forgotten. But the way he played it, sounded so much better. So much faster, so much more happier. And I loved it.

And I don't know what came over me when I said what I said, that one moment in time.

"Dance with me." I whisper, and he looks up, an innocent look adorning his face. And I couldn't help myself.

I took a step towards him, before tugging him out of the guitar strap. He nonchalantly obliged, not a word out of his mouth, as I pulled him towards me. And using the tune he liked so much, I started to sing.

"Take my hand, I'll teach you to dance." He smiles at my quirk, and we slowly swayed to the silent music ringing through our ears. I'm almost grinning like mad, but I don't think he cares — and neither do I. "I'll spin you around, won't let you fall down."

"That's supposed to be my line." He chuckles, pulling me closer, an arm tight around my waist, and the other holding up his hand that's wrapped around my little one.

"Would you let me lead? You can step on my feet." I ignore his attempt to banter, and I continue to dance and sing, with a smile on my lips and my heart beating fast. "Give it a try, it'll be alright."

"The room's hush hush, and now's our moment." He finally joins in. And I don't hesitate to continue after him — the lyrics flowing out of us like a broken dam.

"Take it in, feel it all and hold it." I sing, my breathing heavy, and my eyes locked onto his.

We still danced, and he still held me close to him. And I could still feel that smile on my lips. But right now, I don't mind.

"Eyes on me, eyes on you, we're doing this right."

xoxo

I hear a loud creak of the door from downstairs, and I knew right away who it would be. I nearly knocked Austin off my bed as I jumped out of it in complete and utter panic. Tilly was home.

"Ally?" I hear her call out for me, and my adrenaline kicked in. I started to frantically run for the door.

And just when I was so close to touching the knob, two very familiar hands imprisoned me, slamming themselves at either side of me. And I felt his head slump down on that familiar spot at the crook of my neck, once again.

"Austin." I breathed out.

"Ally." He says, voice husky, as I felt him smirk against my skin.

"Don't." I tell him, my tone as threatening as I'd hope it would be. But all I get is a low chuckle.

"You're not very intimidating, Ally." After saying so, he slowly detached himself from me. I sighed in relief, with him trudging his way back to my bed.

I locked my door close, before following after him, and sitting down on the bed. He lays beside me, eyes closed, breathing heavily. His hand rested itself by my waist, before pulling me down with him. I dare not hesitate, happily obeying after him.

"I'm not very good at this." I whisper solemnly, my eyes focused up on the creamy white ceiling above us.

"I know." He lightly laughs. His hand trailed it's way down to my stomach, before mindlessly lifting my shirt up, tracing circles around my bare skin.

"I'm sorry." I turn to face him. And from there, I started to notice the simplest details I've missed before.

His nose, I finally see, covered itself with faded freckles. And his eyes, swirled with gold and brown, had the lightest hint of green in them. And his lips were chipped and chapped with dry skin.

He closes his eyes for a moment, breathing in the strawberry scent of my room. His hold on my waist tightened, before he finally let me go.

I stood up after, deciding it's finally time for him to go. I shuffled towards my bedroom door, straightening my skirt once I got there. He stands by my window, shirt in hand, and his skin glistening with sweat against New York's sunny day.

"I'll call you." He waves at me, but I chose to ignore it, turning my focus back to my bedroom door.

He leaves through my window, and I hear it click close. I sigh deeply to myself, before getting lost once again in a lull of daydreams.

He's out of my room now. But I could still smell his musky scent, of a fresh summer breeze, lingering through the air. And I can still feel the warm touch of his skin against mine. And I still hear his voice, singing with me, as we danced through the whole night. The memory of it all burned deep in my mind.

And while I was caught up in thoughts of Austin and the night before, I didn't even realize my door had swung open, revealing a very ecstatic Tilly.

"Tilly I—"

She cuts me off by unexpectedly wrapping her arms around me. She squeals as she hugs me tight.

"Why are you so happy?" I asked, a small smile formed by my lips.

"Because," she pulls away, a sly grin on her face. "Dallas, he asked me out!"

And I never knew my heart could break so easily with those five words.

A/N: So? What'd you think of it? Loved it? Hated it? I apologize for the last part. It's rushed near the middle of it because I done it in school. I finished it at home but felt it too short, so I decided to add more any free time I could get while in school so… Even now I still feel like it's too short. Forgive me D: But, anyway, the song is 'All About Us' by He is We ft. Owl City :) It's a lovely song, and definitely perfect for Auslly. Make sure to check it out :D Read and review please! And before I go, I just want to say, again, happy birthday Chloe! Thank you so much for being the best friend ever. I can't thank God enough for letting me meet you :) You're amazing, you rock, you understand my Laura feels, and everything else! Stay happy babe ;*