Invisible String

21

Natalie's POV

I pecked Lizzie on the lips as we walked down the street.

I was getting tired of this already. I mean I love Lizzie I do, but when it's a PR it pisses me off. I just don't understand why I should be doing this when I'm not what you would say "famous". I'm just in the background.

"Lizzie over here!" I hear someone yell.

Flashes start going off one by one and I feel myself get blinded.

Fuck. How do people do this. No wonder they wear sunglasses. Shit burns your eyes.

"Move out of the way!" I yell as I shove people. "You okay?"

"I'm fine, let's just go." Lizzie whispers and I nod.

We got back to my house. The Swift residency.

"I'm home." I announce as I close the door.

"My favorite Swift." Gigi says as she comes out of the room.

"You hear that I'm her favorite Swift now." I stick my tongue out as I look at Taylor.

"Great. Steal another of my friends." Taylor says with a smile and I giggle.

"I'm exhausted." I yawn as I sit on the couch.

"I need to talk to you." Taylor says and I nod.

"What's up?"

"I was asked if I could play at Alex's wedding." Taylor says and I gulp.

"Oh."

"They asked if you could play as well."

"Oh."

"I can say no." Taylor says softly and I laugh lightly.

"It's fine. We'll go. No one has to know that we ever had a thing." I say with a smile. "It's not like we even had a thing right? I'm me, she's her. We're completely different. Two completely different worlds. Two completely different people."

"But the thing is they want you playing when she walks down the aisle and their first dance."

"That's fine. What songs?"

"Just the way you are and-."

"Oh so fuck me huh? Probably the cutest song. Fuck me." I shrug as I walk to my room.

"Nat."

"Leave me alone to die."

"Nat."

"Just leave me alone." I walk to my room and shut the door. I flop onto my bed and look up at the ceiling.

"I got her." I hear Lizzie say from behind the door.

I hear the door open and I put a pillow over my head.

"Leave me alone." I sniffle out.

"Babes." I hear Lizzie whisper as I feel the bed dip.

"I can't even stop this wedding." I mumble into the pillow.

"If your stubborn self would go talk to Alex maybe then you'd get answers but since you don't then you'll just watch her get married."

"Then I shall watch her get married, I don't need clarification as to why she left me in the dark and lead me on. I should've know though right? Because the face of US soccer couldn't be gay, Alex Morgan could never in a billion years be gay."

"Nat. I love you. I did this for your own good. Alex is on her way." I hear Taylor say behind my room door.

"Alison you did not." I shout.