Written Mine on my Upper Thigh

007

Estelle's pov:
Seeing Taylor last night was completely unexpected much like most of my life recently. But what was most unexpected was her inviting me on a ski trip with her closest friends. She's Taylor Swift and up until 2 weeks ago people barely knew who I was. She'd texted me this morning thanking me for making sure she got back to the apartment and apologising if she'd cut my night short, which I obviously assured her that she hadn't and that I'm glad she's not too hungover. Then she confirmed that I was still willing to go on the trip and gave me more details like how she'll pick me up in about 3 hours and we can drive down to the airport together since she "doesn't want to trouble Christian or me to get a taxi since we live so close", which I thought was sweet. I've always known Taylor was a nice person, despite having never met her, but now that I have she is somehow nicer than I ever imagined. I have a ski-suit from a few years ago when my dad came to see me in New Zealand and took me to Mt Ruapehu, so I pack that and a few extra clothes since we'll only be gone until Tuesday Night. But seeing as I'm going with only the biggest household names in world I also pack some of my nicest clothes, a designer lace bodice with black mini skirt and a navy pinstriped pantsuit vest with matching slacks, just incase. 

After checking the time to find I have just over 2 hours, I take a shower, shaving every inch because even though it's so cold my nose could fall off, the resort is heated and I will most likely be wearing out-of-season clothes. I have less than an hour before Taylor arrives so after blowing out my hair, which doesn't look too bad, I dress in a fitting black maxi skirt and white sweater. Careful to keep the white sweater, well, white, I apply a thin layer of makeup, not much just the basics and half drag half carry my suitcase down the stairs. Plopping myself on the couch, making sure a look presentable every few seconds, I patiently (nervously) wait for Taylor. I look at the time she should be here in 5 minutes. I quickly send Christian a photo. 

Athiest
You look very famous-like

Me
I'm not sure famous-like is a word but thank you

Athiest
I'm so insanely jealous of you right now

Me
Ik :)
[read 10:12am]

I'm mindlessly scrolling twitter when a hear the doorbell. I scramble up, checking the mirror quickly to make sure I look decent and then rush to the door. I door swings open to reveal Taylor and her bodyguard.

"Are you ready for the best weekend of your life?!" she squeals embracing me in a hug

"Of course," I chuckle hugging her back

"Where's your stuff? Jimmy will take it down," 

"Oh, I can carry it, it's not much,"

"It's fine, that's what Jimmy's here for right?" she playfully nods are her bodyguard who smiles

"Uh, ok it's just by the couch,"

"Jimmy lock the door when you leave will you?" Taylor calls as Jimmy enters my apartment then she drags me by my arm to the elevator. 

"Don't we need to wait for him...?"

"No it's fine, come onnnnn" she drags me into the elevator. 

Once my suitcase was loaded into back, the car pulls smoothly onto the road as we make our way to the airport where Gigi and Cara and meeting us. Taylor's telling me about the plans for the weekend but I'm slightly preoccupied by the luxurious feel of the SUV. The leather feels like I'm sitting on a slightly heat million bucks. Taylor then proceeds to show me some tour outfits that are on the table excitedly giving me a rundown on each one. 

We pull into the airport around 12, Gigi and Cara not long after. After the fastest security I've ever been through we board the plane. Expensive leather, wood tables. Gigi and Cara find seats on the opposite side of the aisle to Taylor who motions for me to take a seat on across the table from her. Shortly after her security board the plane, taking the seats in the rear, I hear the usual pilot announcement but 10x more casual. Taylor leans back and stares out the window, watching the plane gain speed and then slowly lift off the ground. Feeling slightly out of place, I open my shoulder bag and pull out Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier, I've been meaning to get into classics and this 7 hour flight seems the perfect opportunity. 

A/N: A pretty boring chapter, I'M SORRY I HAVENT BEEN WRITING, I JUST FINISHED MY EXAMS BUT I PROMISE A BETTER CHAPTER WILL BE COMING SOON.