𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 • 𝐭.𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡

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I'd only been here for five minutes and I already wanted to leave, now it's been an hour and I'm so done.

If I wasn't so scared of Chris telling everyone about me and Tom, I wouldn't have come. Willingly, that is - I feel like Malia would have tied me up and dragged me down to the event anyway.

People are literally making out against walls in the middle of everyone and no one cares. I'm guessing it's because everyone's drunk or on drugs. Malia was right, some people have brought some stuff I've not even heard of.

"Blondie!" I suddenly hear Theo's voice. Him and the others are in the sofa pit in the middle of the room and I've never been more grateful to see them.

"This is insane!" I yell over the music, sitting down next to Tom who grins as he sips his beer and offers it to me.

I nod in gratitude as I take it.

"Having fun?" Paul grins.

"Sorta." I shrug, not wanting to be rude but they can see right through me.

"You're not having fun." Malia pouts exaggeratedly before giggling to herself. She looks hammered already. She nods to Tom. "Is she here yet?"

"Said she'll text me." He replies and subtly places his hand on my thigh. I look at him with confusion in my expression but he just shrugs, smirking as he whispers that 'they aren't gonna remember shit'.

In about five minutes, his phone goes off and I don't exactly know how he heard it over the bass but he immediately stands up and takes my hand. "Come on. You're gonna have fun now."

"What?"

"It's a surprise." Malia explains before Tom just drags me away.

"What sort of surprise?" I mutter into his ear, having to get on tiptoes to do so despite my heels.

His eyebrows furrow as he ignores my question. "You like Taylor Swift, right?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Good!" He nods as we go into the kitchen. "Scilla, this is Taylor."

I'm gonna throw up.

Taylor Swift is standing right there in the kitchen of the house I'm currently living in. Taylor Swift.

No, she's not standing right there. She's smiling at me and talking - her mouth is moving but my mind isn't registering it.

"Oh my God-"

"Hi!"

"Oh my God!"

"Priscilla." Tom mutters with a laugh, bringing me back to Earth for a second.

"I- Hi!"

I don't even know what I'm doing.

"You're like my favourite person ever - I can't believe this..."

"You look so pretty!" She suddenly compliments. She's really as nice as she seems.

"Thank you. You look...God, amazing like always."

"She is adorable!" Taylor laughs, glancing at Tom quickly who just nods.

"She is." He murmurs with a quick wink at me.

I immediately smile, blushing despite trying to not.

"Oh, by the way, angel, she knows." Tom nods as he pours himself a drink.

My eyebrows furrow involuntarily in confusion.

"If there is one person you know won't tell your secret, it's me." Taylor nods, still smiling. "I think you're too pretty for him, though."

"Shut up-"

"Tom, don't tell Taylor Swift to shut up!"

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"I just met Taylor Swift."

I'm still in shock when Tom and I end up in his room again.

He grins as he sits on the mattress. "Yeah, you did."

I shake my head before realising I've basically just taken away forty five minutes of Tom's time. He could have been having fun and instead he was with me in the kitchen and now in his room.

"We can go back down if you want." I quickly utter.

"Do you want?"

"...Not really. But it's not about me-"

"I've never been big on the parties." He shrugs and paces the room absentmindedly.

"Really?"

"Really. There's always a hundred people trying to get me to sign deals or get them free tickets or sleep with them or something."

I smile as I tease. "You ever do the last one?"

"Not since you." He grins back before leaning down and picking up his guitar in the corner of his room.

"Play me something." I murmur and lay back just as he sits down.

Without a word, he does. The party can barely be heard through the floor, just the vibrations of the loud, upbeat music. Nothing like what he plays.

When I hear a guitar version of the intro to 'Young and Beautiful', my lips part and I raise my head off of the bed.

No way he remembered.

I texted Tom about Young and Beautiful being my all time favourite song ages ago and he remembered.

He doesn't look my way but smiles at my reaction, raising his eyebrows as he recites the lyrics under his breath.

I want to cry. He's so perfect. If you had told me when I left school that one day I'd be back by this man's side, just as infatuated with him now as I was then - I'd have never believed you.

And I never want to leave.

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