"What happens when the person you thought you could trust turns into a full blown nightmare... Will you ever be able to heal from the damage? Will life ever be the same again? Well, does love even exist?"
Taylor and Joe have been in a relationship f...
"Okay I'm ready." I breathe out to Tree, standing in front of the Convention Center before she squeezes my hand one last time, already having survived the first wave of photographers. It's the day of the Grammys and I spent the day getting ready for the evening, not really bothering to do anything else.
I'm wearing a dress, that was specifically designed for me, for this evening, with different flowers spread all over it and some pink highheels to round the outfit off neatly. My hair is tied together, some lose strands here and there but quite simple after all.
I enter the building and step right onto the red carpet, Tree right behind me, letting the flashes blind me right into the face.
"Here, Taylor!"
"Look!"
"Turn around."
"Smile."
The voices of the people with all different kinds of devices blend together and it's almost impossible to understand anything, not that I wanted to anyway. I strut along the long carpet, stopping for pictures regularly, trying my best to look as decent as possible but also knowing I have no influence on the photos and videos being taken of me.
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When I finally reach the end, it's safe to say that I'm relieved. Tree fixes my hair while I'm watching all the other artists walk the same way I just did, glad I could avoid any interviewers.
"You look like you could use a drink!" I turn around, trying to find out who just said that, when I spot Este, laughing her ass off at my reaction.
"Dude!" I shout back with a serious face which of course turns into a soft smile quite fast. "I wasn't sure y'all were coming." I point at all three of the HAIM sisters, Alana and Danielle now having joined our little conversation.
"Missing the Grammys would make you three quite lame anyway." I joke and stick out my tongue.
"Oh shut up." Este rolls her eyes but I can't stop myself from bursting out into laughter. "But let's get back to that drinking suggestion because you're right I'm indeed in need of some alcohol." I wink once I calmed down.
We all head to the bar next to the red carpet, ordering a bunch of drinks, just enjoying ourselves until the ceremony is about to start and we all find our seats.
"It's about damn time, Taylor!" Jack blurts out, checking his clock. "Where you been?"
"Sorry, sorry, sorry. I....was...at the bar..." I apologize and bite my lip, a little ashamed but still having a hard time trying to hold back my smile after flopping down on the chair between him and Tree.
"Where else..." Jack mumbles more to himself than to me but I still manage to hear him.
"What was that?" I raise my eyebrows.
"Nothing, nothing." the man coughs and I playfully smack his shoulder.
"I heard you."
"Can you two shut it already?" Tree suddenly intervenes in an annoyed tone. "It's starting."
I take my glass of wine and bring it up to my lips, eagerly observing the stage up front where Trevor Noah tries to get the microphone to work. My eyes then slip through the crowd only to find their way back to the stage a few seconds later.
The ceremony lasts an eternity. Even though I end up winning album of the year I'm glad when Trevor finally shuts off his mic and the last applause echoes through the hall. To be honest I'm also quite tipsy since I couldn't seem to get enough of this delicious white wine although my publicist tried to take it away from me a couple of times. Well, I'm known for my stubbornness. Now we all get out of our seats and I must admit I have a hard time walking in a straight line.
My publicist sighs and grabs my arm gently. "I don't think you going to the after party is a good idea..."
I'm forced to come to a stop due to her grip. "Why? I'm perfectly fine." I straighten my dress before I continue moving, completely ignoring her advice and head right down the stairs, where the after party is supposed to happen, in fact the music's already blasting through the speakers, the dance floor is crowded and the drinks are flowing. I blend in and make my way over to the huge, extra bar, where I order myself another drink. I think it was about an hour I spent dancing before I plop down on one of the barstools, casually nipping on my drink just letting my eyes observe the room.
All of a sudden someone reaches for my thigh and squeezes it quickly. I can't help but jump at the touch, suddenly being hit by flashbacks of Joe's anger back home in London. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Woah, sorry I didn't mean to scare you!" a familiar voice chimes from my right. Slowly I turn around, just to find Harry Styles sitting on a stool next to me, offering me his best smile.
"Harry what the actual fuck?!" I snap right at him, heart still hammering in my chest.
"Hey, no need to flip..." the brunette replies, a sarcastic sound in his voice.
"Ugh." I grouch annoyed, lifting up my glass in order to take a sip. After a good few seconds of silence I finally speak up again. "Listen, I'm sorry, I didn't...I...it's...you just scared me..."
"It's okay. I just wanted to congratulate you on your Grammy." The singer holds up his glass, indicating a "cheers". We clink our glasses together. "Congrats yourself." I phrase emphatically.
Yeah, he is my ex but I'd say we get along quite good, at least when we see each other, which is maybe once or twice a year at most.
"Thanks, have a good one." Harry chuckles before getting up and heading back to the dance floor. I let out a loud sigh as soon as he is out of sight. The music loud enough so no one seems to hear it. I think Tree has given up on trying to get me home, since I haven't seen her in a while, well not since right after the ceremony. I down another two drinks, before my sight is starting to get a little blurry. Not having eaten makes the alcohol kick twice as hard as usually and soon my head is resting in the palm of my hand, my elbow on the counter carrying the whole weight of it. I have no idea what time it is; the only thing I notice is the room slowly becoming emptier by the minute. "Where is Tree?" I slur, not to anyone particular.
"I'm right here." She helps me up, supporting me with one of her arms as I try to find my balance. "Let's go. You're wasted." At this point I don't fight her words anymore. We need almost ten minutes to get up the stairs. At the huge front door the redhead comes to a halt and looks at me. "Tay you gotta pull yourself together now! Just until the car okay? There's still paparazzi outside and unless you wanna be the cover of LA Weekly, please please please try to act as decent as possible." She says worried.
"Ready?" Her eyes wandering over my outfit and hair one last time. I nod and she let's go of me, opening the door of the huge convention center, a cold breeze of air hitting me.
