Kaylor - Never Go Out Of Style

Chapter 9 - State of Grace

Karlie's POV

I picked up my phone and called someone who would understand everything, apart from Taylor

"Hi Cara, it's me, Karlie" I said, defeatedly.

"Hey Karls, what's up?" She asked, in her extremely stereotypical British accent, which I absolutely loved.

"It's about Josh" I said, trying not to let the tears of anger start to flow.

Cara listened as I explained exactly what Alana had told me and Tay.

When I finished, I was in tears. She couldn't stand to hear me like this and she said for me to stay where I was and she vowed to catch the next plane from Paris. Wow. I had great friends.

I ran my fingers through my wet hair, collapsed on the bed and immediately fell asleep.

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I woke up in the morning because of the extremely bright sun reflecting off the beautiful ocean. I sat up, and noticed Taylor, sleeping in a sleeping bag outside the room. She was so cute.

I heard the doorbell ring. I was in no state to answer it myself. I was still in a bikini and I stank of chlorine. I took off the bikini and jumped into Taylor's en-suite bathroom and into the shower. I heard Taylor awake from her sleep just before I jumped in the shower in the cutest way.

After I showered, I wrapped the towel around myself and another towel in my hair. I wandered out into the hallway and saw Taylor in an oversized black T-shirt and loose grey sweatshorts (like sweatpants, but as shorts) next to another stunning female masterpiece, Cara Delevingne, in a truly attractive white tank top and denim shorts.

"Hey Cara" I greeted, barely forcing a smile.

"Oh, come here darling" she exclaimed as she ran towards me, with arms wide open. I hugged her back and this brought a smile to my otherwise depressed face.

"Men are stupid" she whispered "all they care about is sex"

I blushed, half out of happiness and half out of guilt, as I knew me and Tay have had a lot of sex recently.

I could feel the grip of the towel loosening. Déjà vu.

"Um Karls. Towel." Cara said.

"Oh, right" I exclaimed, and tightened my grip. "Maybe you should go and get dressed"  said Cara.

"Okay". I said, and with an innocent peck on the cheek, I went to go and get dressed.

I came back in a simple red blouse and red hot pants, to see Alana, and her promiscuous new look - a short skirt and bra. Wow. On the one hand, it was kinda hot, but on the other hand, I was disappointed. Who would let their self respect stoop so low?

My train of thought was interrupted by another knock at the door. Alana answered it. "Welcome to chez Swift" she greeted our next guest - Calvin Harris.

She called towards Taylor "Tay, it's for you."

Alana had swapped her place at the door with Taylor "Hi Calvin, come in. I just want to have a little talk with you" she explained