Just Kidding

Our Song

Taylor.

I flipped through channels and sighed each time I wasn't satisfied with what was on. The entire day was spent around my hotel room, in shorts and a tank top, with my hair up in a high ponytail. I didn't have any makeup on and I felt like an actual human being. Not someone's girlfriend, not someone's icon, I just felt content and like a regular adult.

My phone buzzed from the counter, interrupting my thoughts and channel surfing. I stood up and pulled down my shirt. My phone kept buzzing and when I picked it up, it said Harry was calling me.

I squealed and fixed my hair and cleared my throat, composing myself before answering. "Hello?" I tried to sound aloof.

"Hey Taylor, it's Harry Styles," he sounded off himself.

"You're the only Harry I know," I laughed nervously and kept combing down my hair. I don't get why I was fixing my hair when he couldn't even see me.

"Right, sorry." He laughed too and then stopped, "I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out today? I could go to your place or you could come here," in the background noise I heard what sounded like two guys yelling and laughing but I couldn't make out what they were fighting over. "Hold on for a moment," he asked more than just telling me.

"Would the lot of you shut up! I'm having a conversation!" Harry yelled, obviously trying to say away from the phone. He's loud and actually sounds really funny. "Sorry about that," he said to me, sounding calmer.

I tried to suppress a giggle, "you could come over here if you want, but you have to bring pizza because all of the other food is at my house where paps are surrounding." I smiled at my fridge, at the idea of Harry sitting on the couch with me, watching terrible movies, and eating pizza.

I HAVE TO GET DRESSED!

"Okay. Just text me your address and I'll order a pizza." While he was talking I raced to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

"Okay. See you in a bit." I hung up without a proper goodbye and stripped out of my clothes. I stepped in the shower and took out my hair tie, getting my hair wet.

After washing and conditioning my hair, I shut the water off and wrapped a towel around my body. I nearly slipped on the wet floor but straightened myself and ran into the room. I dug through drawers and found matching under garments. I didn't know what I should wear?

I will test what kind of relationship it is and wear jeans and a sweatshirt.

Before I could button my jeans, there was knocking at my door. How did he get here so fast?! It's been like ten minutes. I haven't even texted him my address!

I buttoned my jeans and slipped on a shirt then ran to the door. My hair was wrapped in a towel and my face was still wet. I ran to the door with my phone in my hand and looked through the peephole. It wasn't Harry.

"Yes?" I asked the stranger. It was a small brunette with a notebook in her hand. I could tell by the camera in her pocket that she was an interviewer or some sort of pap. I shut the door before she said anything, I know it was rude of me but I need to get ready.

I texted Harry my address and he replied with a joke about how long it took me. To that, I replied with a sassy yet polite comeback sort of apologizing and sort of firing back at him.

I quickly blow dried my hair and wiped off my face. There wasn't enough time to primp. Harry already texted me and said he was down the street. Today is going to be a disaster! I'm gonna look like a lump and he is going to be ashamed of me or not be able to look me in the eye.