Match Maker | T. Swift x OC

Chapter Seven

A/N: school is kicking my arse and it just started again. Beware the typos !!

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August 31/September 1, 2016

Mallory knocked Taylor's hotel room. She had a single flower in her hand, and her ears were a deep maroon. The blonde opened the door, a wide smile adorning her face.

"I bought you a rose," Mallory twirled the flower in her hand.

Taylor grinned, taking the flower and smelling it, "It's beautiful." She whispered.

Mark cleared his throat, making them look to him. He was dressed in almost casual all-black clothes, "I think that's a carnation." He said.

The two girls looked down at the flower and Mallory blushed, "Oh." She whispered in embarrassment before laughing lightheartedly. "That warrants all the weird looks I got from the florist."

Taylor chuckled. "I'll put it in some water. Wait here," She went to get a glass, filling it with tap water. She came back a couple seconds later, interlocking her arm with Mallory's. "Where to, miss?"

Mallory rolled her eyes, adjusting her New York Yankees cap. "There's a little café a few streets down. It's cute, you'd like it." She hummed, removing her arm.

Taylor frowned at the action before choking when their fingers interlocked. Mallory snorted at her, dragging her to the stairs.

"Only Taylor Swift would ask to be on the thirteenth floor even though she's scared of lifts," Mallory commented.

"Hey! I've got to exercise somehow," Taylor joked, feigning offence.

The brunette rolled her eyes as they walked down the stairs in a comfortable silence. They left the hotel and Mallory pointed at two bikes, "That's us."

"You rented bikes?" Taylor rose an amused eyebrow.

"We've got to get around somehow. I don't have a car," Mallory nodded. "You can ride a bike, right?"

"Psht, of course." Taylor rolled her eyes, shrugging nonchalantly as Mallory patted the lavender bike.

"Giddy up, cowgirl." She smirked.

Taylor did just that, following closely behind Mallory as they cycled to the café. It was ironically named 'quali-tea' as in quality tea. Taylor found it hard not to laugh at the name, making Mallory grin.

The two of them sat down in a booth at the back and Mallory hummed, handing Taylor a menu. "Don't think too hard about it. All the food is just a slither of cucumber between bread and butter or scones," Mallory joked. "They cost a fortune, but it's pretty bangin'."

Taylor smiled, "pretty bangin', huh? I have to try them all then." She joked.

"Mallory Williams, you absolute twat!" A familiar voice called out, making Mallory flinch and shrink down. "You came back and didn't say hi?"

"I'm just visiting," The brunette looked at the boy, doing an intricate handshake. "How's life?"

"Same old, same old," The boy shook his head before turning to Taylor, who pushed a strand of the wig out of her face. "Hey, I'm Oliver." They shook hands. "Have I seen you before? You look familiar."

Taylor forced a smile, "No. I just have one of those faces, you know?" She shrugged.

They got what they wanted and engaged in a bit of small talk until the manager called Oliver back.

"Right, the hag's calling me. See you 'round, Mallory." Oliver waved to Taylor and walked away.

"That was Oliver. We met at uni." Mallory explained, "I kinda just... left one day, didn't tell anyone."