This Love |2| Taylor Swift Fanfic

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Happy Sunday! hope you guys have had a good Weekend!

9th August 2017, London

Freya's leg bounced nervously in the back seat of the black SUV, both girls riding in silence to Archibald Thompsons house.

Taylor had noted the difference in Freya's appearance this morning, her usual sundress or skirts were replaced with a below the knee floral print dress, her usual flat sandals or slip on sneakers were replaced with a pair of nude Vuitton kitten heels. Her long locks usually in a ponytail or bun due to the hot summer weather was now styled to perfection in a half up half down hair style, her straight hair now curled with flat iron curls cascading down her back. A white Ribbon tied into her hair. The list goes on, her usually unmanicured nails now painted in a fresh coat of red. Her off the shoulder bag replaced with a Stella Mccartney shoulder bag.

Taylor hadn't commented on the brits appearance this morning when she was getting ready, she figured it was all for fitting into whatever mould her grandfather wanted her to fit in.

The air this morning was tense as the two blondes woke up to pictures of their whole day splashed across the internet. The couple tanning on the front of the boat, Freya with her bikini top united, the pair on jet skis, Freya laying on the paddle board whilst Taylor paddled, there were even pictures of the pair kissing and having lunch. They were out and there was no going back no matter how hard Tree had tried and boy did she try.

Taylor apologised profusely, she thought they had been careful. Clearly they hadn't been careful enough.

"It's gonna be okay" She had whispered against the brits lips that morning, but all Freya could muster was a small hum. She was terrified, she had already lost her parents was she about to lose her grandfather too? Would he be disappointed in her? What would this mean for the family business? What would their competitors have to say? The last thing she wanted to do was tarnish her families reputation.

Arriving at the cast iron gates Taylor was little taken a back by the security at the door who verified their presence before allowing them in. She knew the Thompsons where a wealthy family but she hadn't grasped how wealthy they actually were until the doorman opened up the door from the inside as the pair climbed the stairs to the front door.

"Thanks George" Freya smiled appreciatively at the older man.

"Miss Thompson" Greta their housekeep greeted as she held out her hand for their bags. Freya didn't think twice before handing it over out of instinct, whereas Taylor hesitated a bit before handing hers over too.

"What kind of mood should we expect?" Freya questioned a they remained in the large foyer, ceilings surpassing at least 3 stories, a large chandelier overhanging a round table with a fresh bouquet of flowers proudly displayed at its centre.

"Well" Greta shifted awkwardly.

"He has read the news?" Freya quirked a brow.

"Yes ma'am" Greta nodded.

Taylor remained quiet at Freya's side feeling a little out of place in this environment.

"I see" Freya nodded "Where is he?"

"He's in his private library, but asked you meet him at the dining hall for breakfast" Greta nodded.

"The dining hall?" Freya questioned to be sure she heard right, her grandfather remained formal but during her last visits they had always eaten in the small kitchen, which was in no way small but it was the kitchen where they made home cooked meals and ate as a family, rather than the industrial kitchen where the staff ate and worked, where meals made in that kitchen were served in the dining hall.