Wildest Dreams (a Talvin/Tavin/Caylor/Tayvin story)

Chapter 1

Hey guys! This is my pathetic attempt at starting a fanfict. Hope you enjoy and comment for things you like and don't like so far!
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"This is not happening to me!" I shouted under my breath.

"I am not happy, I'm mad no no no, I'm furious!"

"Taylor would you please calm down for a second, I'm sure Gucci has another dress for you, ya-know as a backup" My stylist stutters.

"OHHHH no no no! I will no- I refuse to wear another dress......I mean c'mon Suzzie look at this dresss, look at how beautiful it looks under these lights, the-the blue sequins bring my eyes out..see!" I pointed a finger towards my eye, just for the sake of exaggeration.

"I know honey but there's nothing we can do, it's technically ruined, I'm so sorry"

"No mommy no" My heart sank at the mention of the words 'nothing we can do'. My hands tremble as I trace the torn bits on the dress, its designer, I thought to myself. I've paid so much for this and it's ruined. Sigh. I've never felt so uneprared for something so big in my life.

"Well then, okay I guess...I guess I'll wear another dress it's fine"

The styling team gathers around me like man proposing to his lover, waiting for my respond in anticipation for the second dress I plan to wear for the night but not plan on ruining again.

"Suzzie, what do you think of this one?" I forced a smile.

"Beautiful, but I think you'd look better in it with the red sequins"

"Okay, and someone please send my apology to Gucci. Tell them I didnt't mean to ruin the lovely dress, I'll make it up to them"

3 Hours Later

Looking in the mirror at my own reflection isn't so bad, when I'm fully dressed and covered in make up that is. I feel confident, like I'm gonna own the night. I mean, I know this isn't my first choice for a dress but it will do I guess.

I walk out slowly trying to keep my balance in these gladiator heels, stumbling every now and then on the satins of my dress. It was a black dress partially covered in red pigmented sequins over all the right places.

I sit on the back of my SUV along with my mum and Suzzie. Driving through town with sweaty palms sure isn't fun, I'm never usually this nervous just before award shows or concerts. After approximately 45 minutes, we arrived. I step out of the car and straight away we were swarmed by paparazzis trying to get a shot for their new trending headline cover tomorrow; It's weird how irrelevant some of these headlines can be.

Head high and flirt with your eyes Taylor, I spoke to myself. Smile, everybody's looking at you, smile for the camera.

An Hour Later

"TAYLOR!" Someone shouted

I spun around quickly to identify the mistery woman. It's selena.

"Hi sweety, how are you? I've missed you so much." I embraced her with a hug

"I'm fine! I've missed you too. Hey, I've been thinking and I've decided that YES! I WANNA BE IN IT!"

My eyes widened in shock, happy still but shocked. I'm gonna be filming with my best friend.

"WHAT REALLY? This is great news............but wait, weren't you already committed to Wes Ball's movie? The one you were so excited about?"

"I figured, what's the fun in working when you don't get to see your best friend?" She chuckles cheekily

"Selena!" Her manager calls

"Taylor I've gotta go, but I'll see you inside. Text me if anything comes up"

I waved goodbye, frantically.....must I say too frantically, so much that I practically bump my moving hand into 'what felt like' someone's face.

"Ouch"

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Oh my god I can't believe I jus-"

Our eyes meet. The lack of height difference between us let me linger in his caramel eyes, who is this guy? Corey something, Callum? Or Connor? Whatever his name is, he's gorgeous. Lean, tall, and charming. I can tell by his body language that he was unconfortable from the accident but nonethless still locking gaze on me.......until he broke the sweet solemn silence.

"Yeah I'm fine"

"I'm- maybe- do you- um sorry do you want my assistant to get you something? A pack of ice maybe? Rubbing alcohol?"

"Rubbing alcohol? I'm not dead yet"

Something about the way he spoke was cold and uninviting. Maybe he isn't as charming as I thought. As the tension rises between us, I manage to calm down. I am not going to stress out myself again for the second time today, the dress alone was enough drama. I try to smile, but all attempts fail when I come to an abrupt realization that this guy, the guy I clumsily hit on the head is Calvin Harris.

"Hello are you listening? Ms Big Shot who can't even fix her own problem gotta get her precious assistant to cover the bullet holes don't ya?" He spat so bitterly, as it turns out he's been conversing with me this whole time and I was too busy conversing with myself.

"I didn't mean to offend you like that"

And he smiled, he just smiled.....what's his problem? With that he took off. My jaw drops as I try to figure out what the hell just happened.