“Wow.” You wouldn’t quite think a 19 year old in a boyband owned this imposing white stucco mansion with a bridge to gap the driveway, but sure enough, he did. I quickly did a breath check and grabbed some gum before hopping out of the car. Thank God Taylor didn’t travel in a limo. Being conspicuous is never the right choice nowadays
“It’s pretty nice, huh?” Taylor grinned. “The skylights are a nice touch, I think.”
I smiled back weakly and followed her to the massive wooden door. Taylor knocked three times and Travis whipped out his cell to make a quick call. I couldn’t believe they were so calm about this. Oh. Right. She’s famous too. It hardly felt like it though, we just got on so well and have only known each other a few hours. Whew, here goes nothing!
The door opened slowly to reveal a handsome young man with tousled brown curls and the brightest green eyes I’ve ever seen. He displayed a lazy smile and briefly hugged Taylor before extending a hand to me. The smile widened as he introduced himself, “I’m Harry. You must be Rosie of the incredible coffee shop escapade?” EEP! He knew who I was. I stole a glance at Taylor and she just shrugged. Turning to Harry I laughed stiffly, “Yes, that’s me. It’s good to meet you. Thanks for having a total stranger over on such short notice.”
His eyes danced as he said, “You’re funny, you know that?” And do you know what? I think he meant it. Truth be told, he could insult me with that accent and I wouldn’t have minded. He ushered the three of us in and offered us a drink. Taylor and I had a mimosa. Travis took his water and headed for the television room. For the first time I took a look at the place. Taylor was right- the skylights left an open look about the whole house.The furnishings were all relatively modern, lots of posh influence but an artsy feel as well. I particularly liked the Andy Warhol prints and was just about to say so when Harry interrupted my thoughts. “Time for a dip, anyone? It’s finally warm enough and I’d love to take the cover off.” We agreed and followed Harry upstairs to where I assumed were the spare rooms. Taylor ran into the first room and shouted, “I’ll be down soon!” I let out a laugh saying, “Well, someone’s in a fired up hurry.” Harry smiled and rested a hand on the small of my back, “She always is when she comes here. I know she’s got a pool of her own but mine must be better. You can use this room if you’d like. Just meet us on the patio.” He turned and sauntered halfway down the hall before pulling his white v-neck up to his shoulders and turning to me with a cheeky grin, “Oh, and Rosie? Make yourself at home, love.”
I felt my face burn a deep rosy hue before I could latch the door shut. I heard him laughing the whole way down the stairs. Is this how it always is with celebrities? They’re just like real people, only a million times more confusing. Before I had time to further discuss that with myself my phone buzzed three short ones. Emmy! I’d forgotten to check my phone. “Is something going on?! text back plz!” from Emmy and two missed calls as well as a text from Zak. “What are you doing? Check your Twitter and report back to me ASAP.” Sheesh, guys! I touched the bird icon on my screen and saw in my mentions that one Taylor Swift tagged me as her lifesaver and pool date with @Harry_Styles. I also had two new followers. Taylor and Harry. Uh-oh, this just got interesting. I called Zak as quickly as I could- seriously, it only takes a few minutes to put on a swimsuit. He answered on the first ring, “This better be good.” I sighed, “Okay, some crazy stuff has happened today so let me process it first but yes, the Tweet is true and yes, I’ll see what I can do about meeting Louis.” He was practically beaming through the phone, “Done. You are so lucky I love you, bitch. Call me immediately when you get back.” I giggled into the receiver, “Sounds like a plan, Stan. I love you back.”
Two minutes later I’d pulled on a Victoria’s Secret floral bikini (with push-ups, of course) and applied a second coat of waterproof mascara. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t look half bad. I sent a silent prayer of thanks up to the yoga gods at my local gym and to my bangs for laying right today. I grabbed the plush towel on the bed and headed downstairs.
