ink. (haylor)

xi. advice from karlie

a/n:

second update of the week yeah yeah i know i know

i'm on a roll ladies and gentlemen.

school tomorrow ew.

love all of you

-kay :)

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[Taylor's POV]

"Taylor, even I think that's a bit far to go," Karlie said and turned to the flashing lights below her massive window overlooking New York.

"Why don't you just ask Harry about the tattoos?" she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I had only known Harry Styles for a short while, but I knew nothing with him was simple. It took persistent nagging and questioning to even get him to acknowledge your request.

"Karls, Harry is not that simple. I can never get him to answer anything."

She raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow and took a sip from her glass of wine. As I had previously planned, after I'd got home from dinner with Harry, I'd walked downstairs to Karlie's apartment and confided in her over a glass of wine.

I told her everything, from the sort-of crush I had on him in the beginning, how he made my heart beat a little bit faster, the sparkle in his eyes, those dimples and just the way he'd made me feel like I was floating on cloud nine, to how distant and cold he had become lately. How selfishly he regarded me; only talking to me when it was absolutely necessary – and when he wanted something.

I uncapped the bottle of water I had requested to try and sober up my thoughts and Karlie cleared her throat.

"Have you tried using sex?"

If I had been on some bad TV show, I would have spat out all the water that had been in my mouth – but instead, I swallowed it before looking at my best friend as if she had proposed I do the most ridiculous thing on earth.

"Karlie, you've seen the man. I can't seduce him," I sighed, "Any other guy and I would probably try, but he's not just any guy. And he's not like any of the guys in the romance books, either. He's so unnerving and meticulous and intense, and it's like he's looking straight into my soul with those eyes."

"Taylor, have you seen you?"  she laughed once and continued, "You are like a fucking goddess – no man could possibly resist. I say the easiest way to get his shirt off is to take yours off first."

"I'm not the kind of girl to use sex as a weapon. And besides, Harry was different tonight. He was like the Harry I met when he moved into his apartment. Not all serious. Maybe he's loosening up a little bit. I can just ask him about the tattoos," I shrugged.

"Taylor Alison Swift. Why the fuck did you even ask me if you were going to completely ignore the advice I just gave you?" she gave me the sternest look she could manage, which was not threatening at all.

"I love you Karlie," I laughed as she rolled her eyes and changed the topic, "So what you're basically telling me is that you guys have been living together for more than two weeks and you only saw him shirtless now?"

"It's not like I've been purposefully going out of my way to catch a glimpse of him naked, Karlie. We do our own thing, it's like we're living separate lives," I explained.

"I've been looking at news reports and it doesn't look like it," she smirked and threw a trashy tabloid magazine onto my lap from a nearby coffee table.

Images of our outings in New York were plastered across the front-page with big, bold lettering claiming out love story was heating up. I tossed it back to her, not bothering to read the lies they fed the general public.