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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, amélie swift, a talented musician, finds herself in the midst of a whirlwind as she joins the phenomenally successful band one direction. their music captivates the hearts of fans around the globe, and the spotlight sh...
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dec 29th 2013
i was getting all dolled up for the big show where my older sister taylor was going to be. it was such a special moment for me because she's not just my sister; she's the one and only taylor swift in the public eye.
i've always looked up to her, and she's been my biggest inspiration, she even pushed me to go on the X factor all those years ago.
tonight, i really wanted to impress her and show her how much she means to me.
my outfit for the evening was carefully chosen – a white crop top proudly declaring "i love taylor swift," paired with a mini sparkly silver skirt, knee-high cowboy boots, and a matching cowboy hat.
i wanted my ensemble to reflect my admiration for her and to inspire her in return. as i got ready for the show, i couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves, knowing that tonight was going to be unforgettable.
after preparing my outfit, i thought about harry, who was also wearing a cowboy hat to match with me.
he popped into my head, and i felt compelled to pay him a visit in his dressing room. it added an extra layer of anticipation and excitement to the already buzzing atmosphere of the evening.
i strolled down the hallway to his dressing room, my heart racing with anticipation. as i knocked on the door, my nerves were met with harry's warm smile as he opened it.
his eyes sparkled with joy, and he greeted me with a sweet peck on the lips that made me blush and giggle in delight. taking my hand, he led me to the plush couch, and we sat down together.
with my head resting on his chest, harry's fingers weaved through my hair gently, creating a sense of serenity in the moment.
the vulnerability of wearing short sleeves around him, something that would have been unimaginable to me a few months back, was now a testament to the trust and connection we shared.
harry's understanding nature shone through as he lifted my arm, kissing the scars with tenderness.
in a gesture that touched my soul, harry picked up a pen and began drawing delicate stars around the scars.
each stroke felt like a symbol of healing and acceptance, a silent promise of unwavering support.
i felt a wave of gratitude wash over me, knowing that in harry, i had found someone who saw beyond my past struggles and embraced me for who i was in the present moment.
flashback to dec 23rd
i was reclining comfortably on the plush sofa, enjoying a moment of tranquility, when harry made an unexpected appearance at my doorstep.
armed with his own set of keys, he had the liberty to surprise me at any given time. upon his arrival, he greeted me with a warm smile, casually placing his bag on the kitchen counter before making his way over to where i sat.
engaged in conversation, i couldn't help but notice his discreet glances towards my arm, the expression on his face betraying his surprise.
it dawned on me that he had spotted something amiss. unintentionally wearing short sleeves, i had momentarily forgotten about the scars adorning my arm, yet his keen observation hadn't missed them.
with care and concern, he gently took hold of my hands and inquired, "amélie, what is that? "
despite my initial reluctance to share, he persisted, examining the scars closely and expressing his genuine desire to provide assistance, "ami, angel, please. im here for you. it'll all be okay. your my favourite person ever and i couldn't imagine a world without my future wife. "
overwhelmed by emotions, tears began to well up, and he enveloped me in a comforting embrace, reassuring, " it'll get better. i know management isn't easy on you. and i know about your eating disorder. i want you to get better. i will help you get better. i promise you we'll be alright. ."
with tenderness, he pressed a kiss upon the scars itched on my arm, symbolizing his profound understanding and support.
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we were right in the middle of the show, and we had agreed that i could perform a song from taylor album.
so, i announced, "as you can see from my outfit tonight, i am my older sisters number one fan. this is ' the moment i knew '."
as i began to sing taylor's heartfelt song from the 'red' album,i noticed her face light up with excitement, joining in and cheering along with the performance.
with harry embracing me from behind, his arms wrapped around both of us, gently swaying to the music as i sang.
when the lyrics "he said he'd be here" approached, harry leaned in and whispered in my ear, "jake and i could never be alike. he doesn't show, i always show. always for you. "
his words brought a smile to my lips, and i couldn't help but roll my eyes playfully while continuing to sing.
taylor caught the moment, winking in my direction, acknowledging harry's whispered words that had clearly caught her attention.
the atmosphere was filled with warmth and joy as we sang together, creating a beautiful harmony that resonated throughout the room.
harry's presence behind me, offering his support and love, added an extra layer of comfort and happiness to the performance.
as the song progressed, i felt a sense of connection not only to the music but also to the people around me, sharing in this special moment.
taylor's wink, a subtle yet knowing gesture, made me feel seen and understood , adding to the magic of the evening.
it was a memory i knew i would cherish, the blend of music, friendship, and love intertwining in a perfect symphony of emotions.
