YOU'RE THE FIRST {taylor swift/you}- Book 1

6.

Third Person Pov:

Y/n woke up the next morning nursing a small headache, she hadn't got home until 3am as her and Taylor had stayed up, managing to drink 5 bottle of dom perignon and talking about pretty much all there voice boxes and drunk states would allow.

It felt like they had known each other their whole lives and Y/n knew they would both want it to stay that way for as long as fate would let them,

It truly was blossoming into an amazing and delicate friendship.

Y/n rolled out of bed, downing the old bottle of water next to her bed, which she knew would have tasted disgusting had she not being overly hungover. The boys hadn't heard her get into the apartment at the early hours and she wished to keep them oblivious to her misadventures with the blonde singer she was soon going to be without doubt calling one of her best friends.

The young heartthrob figured it was amazing that their boss had given them 3 weeks off work as a "well deserved break" meaning Y/n could go out and get hammered and she wouldn't have any particularly important responsibilities to tend to in the mornings as she was a slow mover when hungover.

Their was only one cure that she knew off for this state she was in... Coffee. She made her way into her closet getting changed and doing her morning routine then stumbled down the stairs having taken 2 paracetamol to tame the headache which was overshadowing her usually flirtatious and outrageous self.

Harry: 'Somebody looks dead, get much sleep bud?' He asks the young girl whom smiles and grabs her headphones from the side of the kettle.

Zayn: 'She's fucking hungover' Zayn says with a massive smile on his cheeks, combing his hero hair out of his face, Y/n shakes her head and rolls her eyes, grabbing her coat and putting it on, attempting to walk towards the door at a pacey speed

Harry: 'Hey!' She stops in her tracks and mentally facepalms knowing what is coming from Mr Styles

Y/n: 'What's up Harry?' She asks and places her white sunglasses on her face which supported bright orange lenses, a staple in her closet

Harry: 'How did it go with you know who?' He asks 'Did she ask about me?' The green eyed boy with a bright expression and hopeful glint to his face asked

Y/n: 'Yeah bro she did, your in' Y/n lies not wanting to see her best-friend hurt anymore than he needed to be

Louis: 'Oh yeah?' Louis chirps into the conversation while Y/n pulls out her phone and sees three messages from the lady who was the main topic of conversation herself

Y/n: 'Yeah' She says and smiles at the text messages

Miss Swift 🔛🔝: "You nursing a headache as-well"
5:45am

Miss Swift🔛🔝: "You up yet? please don't have died in your sleep we can't be having that" 7:18am

Y/n replies quickly explaining how she's awake and plans on nursing the hangover with coffee from her favourite coffee place then looks up at the boys, tension filled the room,

Louis shares glances with Harry whom seems ecstatic about the news his band mate had just shared with him, while Louis seems heartbroken

The youngest band mate figures it's her time to head out of the awkwardness and sends them a wave,

Y/n: 'I'm gonna go down to Billy's, i'll be back later if any of you dickheads want to come Dive Bar with me tonight' She says and makes her way out of the apartment which was located on the east side, the outside was not littered with paparazzi like it usually was so the girl figured there was no need for her bodyguard to come along with her on this particular outing,