YOUR BIGGEST FAN {Haylor}

Part 3

I entered and went straight to my bedroom, ignoring my relatives on the living room. I opened my closet and took out the dress I had bought for tonight. I went inside the bathroom and took, this time, a quick, cold shower.

I got out and put on my bathrobe. I called my sister so she could dry my long, blonde, curly hair. She came and began to dry.

"How was first part of celebration?" She asked.

"Amazing." I answered, with a big smile on my face. I could also bet my eyes were glowing for remembering those moments.

We kept talking for a few more minutes about everything I did with Harry until my hair was completely dry. Then I sat in front of the boudoir. She started to straighten my hair while I began to do my makeup, darker and with a lot more this time.

"Thank you, sis." I smiled at her once we both finished. She nodded and went out the room so that I could dress. I put on the black, one-sleeve dress I bought and then my golden high heels. I filled my wrist with gold bracelets. I looked at the mirror and I was finally ready. Then looked at the clock. 7 o' clock. Still an hour to go... I walked to my door and took out a box from behind. I went downstairs and placed it under them. Then I went back to my room for the final touches and to kill a little time.

Finally the time went by when the doorbell rang and I suddenly felt butterflies on my stomach. I heard my mother saying 'Oh Harry, you look so handsome! Like a true prince.' I playfully rolled my eyes.

"Taylor!" She yelled from the living room. "Your prince is here!" I laughed and before I went down, I looked one last time in the mirror and fixed my hair a little.

My mom was there telling him something and when Harry crossed eyes with me, he seemed to be ignoring my mother. I half-smiled and finally my feet led me to him. He was wearing a black suit and a red tie. His hair was still messy but he looked so handsome.

He was just standing there staring at me. Looking up and down. Was he in a trance...?

He opened his mouth to say something, but it seemed like he didn't know what to say himself.

"You look... stunning." He finally said. I smiled and blushed. "Beautiful. Gorgeous. I'm breathless." I blushed even more. "Hey Angie, seriously, what did you do to have such a beautiful daughter?" He asked my mother. I started laughing.

"Oh boy, you won't want to know." My mom said cheekily.

"Ew, mom!" I said with a disgusted face.

"Come on, honey, you're old. You're no stranger to this stuff." She replied.
"Ugh, whatever. Let's go, Harry. We'll be back later, mom." I told her giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Wait, Taylor!" We turned around. She went to the kitchen and came back with our Polaroid camera. She asked us to pose there in the living room and snapped the picture. It immediately came out. We had to wait a few seconds for it to reveal.

"Ooh, I almost forgot!" I said snapping my fingers, quickly remembering something. "Stay here, Harry, and close your eyes." I told him. He smiled but obeyed. I went to grab the box beneath the stairs and placed it in front of him. "You can open them now." I said anxiously.

He opened them and raised his eyebrows when he saw the large box below. "What is that?" He asked me.

"Well open it, you fool." He opened it and revealed a magnificent cherry red, six-string fender guitar. I remember when we walked by the music store 5 months ago and he saw that guitar and said he wanted it but never got it.

"Wow. Love, you... you didn't have to." He said, taking it out of its case. He admired it with a smitten look. "I can't believe you remember. But it's so expensive, you didn't have to bother." He said, turning back at me.