One Night Stand (Kaylor) Karlie KlossxTaylorSwift, gxg, GxG, girlxgirl, lgbtq+

One Night Stand

Taylor's POV

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"Just a refill, please," I smile to the bartender, and he takes my glass, leaving to get me another drink. I check my phone, seeing that the time is only 9:30pm, and I let out a sigh. I came to Selena's house to celebrate her latest single she has just released. Don't get me wrong, I will always come to these things to support her, but she ditched me for a girl she likes. Now, I am left sitting alone drinking.

"Here you go," the man hands me my drink, and I take a sip of it, silently thanking him. A girl takes the open seat next to me and orders a beer from the same man that just handed me my drink. He grabs one out of the fridge for her, opening it, and placing it in front of her. She is pretty, long brown hair and a nice smile. She seems tall too, and I can only assume that she probably models.

"Hey, I'm Karlie," the girl turns to me, smiling. She probably caught me staring, but I decide to pretend that wasn't happening. She has a perfect smile, paired with light green eyes, and I can't help but wonder why she is here alone.

"Oh, uhm," I momentarily freeze, realizing I most likely took too long to answer her, "I'm Taylor," I finally force out, and I am definitely starting to feel slightly embarrassed. She probably thinks I am super weird.

"Are these kinds of things not for you, either?" She lets out a small laugh, the smile not falling from her face. I don't hesitate to smile back; her radiance is beginning to seem contagious.

"I guess I am not really in the mood," I shrug, "I came to support Selena," I vaguely explain why I am sitting alone at the bar.

"Oh, lucky," she takes a small sip of her beer, "I am here as a third wheel, apparently. I came with Cara, who ditched me for Selena, and left me alone to go to the bar," she lets out another laugh, that I can't help but laugh along with.

"Funny you say that," I joke, "Selena ditched me for Cara," we both share another laugh, considering how ironic it is.

"Cheers to a wonderful night of being ditched," she smiles, raising her bottle. I pick up my drink as well.

"Cheers," I smile, clinking our glasses together. We both then use this moment to take a drink, "So, what do you do? Model?" I ask, beginning to feel the alcohol in my system. If we are both left alone at the bar, we might as well continue conversating, she seems interesting enough.

"Oh, no, nothing like that," she shakes her head, letting out another soft laugh, "I work a normal job," she explains, not elaborating, though I don't want to push and ask her. She probably would have told me, if she wanted to talk about it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume," I start to apologize, "There are a few models here. You are tall, and really pretty. You also said you're friends with Cara," I try to explain myself, kind of feeling bad for assuming.

 "So, it's safe to presume that you are a singer like Selena?" She half-jokes, the smile still not leaving her face. She could definitely be a model, she shouldn't be too upset that I thought that of her.

"Yeah," I laugh a bit, though I am slightly confused. Maybe she doesn't realize who I am, usually that's the only reason people come and talk to me. I can't help but wonder what her intentions were, if she doesn't know me.

"Oh, this is wonderful!" Selena walks up behind me, her hands resting on my shoulder, "You two have already met," she expresses, excitement in her voice. Cara walks over here too, putting her arm around Karlie's shoulders.

"What do you mean?" I question, unsure as to what her words are hinting at.

"Don't mind her," Cara waves me off, shooting a glare in Selena's direction, "Let's go upstairs," Cara suggests. I grab my drink, standing up to follow them. Karlie does as told, standing too. She is taller than me, I really begin to wonder if she was joking about not modeling. Cara and Selena lead the way, Karlie and I following behind them, drinks in hand. I turn to her, "Do you know what's going on?" I say slightly above a whisper.