Style || Taylor Swift

Chapter Seven

Three days ago Taylor had entered Alessia's office and confessed to her that she had loved her all those years ago and even came back for her.

There was no getting over that.

All the years that Alessia had spent thinking that Taylor didn't feel the same way, and she did.

She didn't know what to do with the information that she was told.

Alongside all those feelings of confusion, there was a sense of guilt.

Alessia remembered the night that Taylor was talking about when she had returned home with another woman. It was only ever meant to be just sex with the woman. A one-night stand. But, it didn't make any of it any better.

That was Alessia's way of trying to get over Taylor but if anything it just made it even more difficult. You know what they say, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone. Yeah, Alessia knows now it's not the best idea.

As of three days ago, the only thing that was on Alessia's mind was Taylor.

She had spent the last few days starting to bring the design that she had made to life but there was still a long way to go from here. Alessia's head was fried, however, and the more work that she put into the dress, the more she felt she needed to speak to Taylor and get everything out in the open.

Alessia didn't think she would feel the need to talk to Taylor again but now that she had let the cat out of the bag on this one, then there was definitely a need for the two to talk. She just didn't know how she was going to go about it.

"Fuck." she cursed as she needle she was using stabbed into her finger, causing it to bleed just a little. So that she didn't get anything on the dress, Alessia took a step back but not before nearly bumping into someone.

"Is there a reason you're sneaking up on me?" Alessia raised her eyebrow as a questionable smirk rested on her lips.

"I'm just coming in to see how you were getting on, that's all."

Alessia rolled her eyes, and glanced over Elizabeth's shoulder at Nicola who soon cowered away.

"Let me guess, Nicola here told you that I hadn't left the office in days and... now you're here checking up on me? Either that or you're here to send me to my room because I've done something wrong. Once again." she rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what her sister was like and she was tired of it now.

Alessia watched as Elizabeth's eyes softened. She glanced over her sisters tired features. Elizabeth hadn't believed Nicola at first but now that she was stood infront of her, she could see it now.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing. I know I went on at you the other day but it doesn't mean that I don't care about you, Lessy. After everything that you have been through these last few years and now to top it off, you're designing this dress for Taylor, I don't know how you do it."

"That almost sounds like a compliment." Alessia chuckled, but she also appreciated her sister saying those words. "I just need you to stop going on at me whenever I mention her name. Taylor is the biggest star on the planet right now and people will mention it whenever I say something about liking music or whatever. I mean, look at Jackson! I have to tolerate him blaring Taylor Swift pretty much every day!"

It was torture, especially given that she assumed some songs were going to be about her.

"It is a compliment. I'm sorry - I didn't really take a minute to think about how you were feeling with all of this going on, or even in the past." Elizabeth smiled softly at the girl. "But please, in the politest way possible, go home. Get some sleep and a shower."