What If

Chapter 36 - Party

Taylor's P.O.V.
"I don't know what to say!" I gasped, my hand covering my mouth, "But thank you so much! I'll get back to you soon!" I hung up the phone, and just stared at its blank screen. I can't believe it! I've just been offered a job in New York, as a head journalist. Excitement overthrew me, and I didn't know what to do. But then doubts began to fill my head. I'd have to move out there. I'd have to leave my friends and family. And what about Thomas? Would he want me to take it? Would he want to come with me? My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud cheer from Thomas in the living room. Moments later he came jogging into the hallway in search of me.

"Taylor, guess what?" He grinned, wrapping his arms around my waist, "Dylan's just got us tickets to go to an after party for some movie premiere! Isn't that awesome!"

"Oh wicked!" I grinned, wrapping my arms around his neck, "That should be brilliant!"

"Yeah, but we better get ready quick!" He said, letting go of my waist, "Dylan is going to pick us up here in two hours."

"W-wait, Thomas?" I asked, as he began to make his way to his room. He looked at me with a confused, and slightly worried expression.

"What is it, love?" He said gently, coming back and circling his arms protectively around me.

"I um, I've been offered a job," I began, looking down at my feet.

"Oh that's fantastic news!" He grinned, lifting my chin up with his finger, "But what's wrong? Surely you'd be excited?"

"I am, but it's just," I didn't know how to just say it.

"It's just what?" He gently moved a stray piece of hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear.

"It's in New York." Silence. He just gazed back at me, and I could see it in his eyes that he was shocked.

"Oh, wow," He mumbled, running a hand through his hair, "That's, um, well. That's New York."

"I don't have to go, Thomas," I said hurriedly.

"But Taylor," He started, looking down into my eyes, "This is New York we're talking about!"

"Yeah, but what about you, and my family," I sighed, "I can't just leave you all behind! And you can't come with me, because you've got your house here, your job, your friends-"

"Love," He said seriously, putting his hands on my shoulders, "This is a fantastic opportunity for you. And of course, it's very far away from your family and stuff, I know that. And we'd work it out, love. I promise you!" He planted a soft kiss on my forehead and I smiled.

"I don't know. I'll think about it," I concluded, "Now, who's ready to party?"

At the party...

Thomas' P.O.V.
"Thanks, Dyl," I smiled, taking the beer bottle from Dylan, who sat next to me at the bar.

"No problemo, mi amigo," He grinned, taking a large swig of his drink.

"What's with the Spanish?" I laughed, "You trying to chat up some Spanish girl?" Dylan winked, before turning the conversation back around on me.

"Speaking of girls, how's you and Taylor?" He was enjoying this subject far too much.

"Yeah we're good," I sighed.

"Where is she anyway?"

"Bathroom. Said she needed to freshen up from all the dancing," I laughed with Dylan.

"She is a pretty good dancer," Dylan nodded his head and took another swig of his drink.

"Mm," I grinned, remembering back to when I'd found her dancing in the kitchen, "Too bad she might be going off to New York."

"Wait, what?" Dylan shot his head in my direction, his eyes wide with shock.

"Yeah," I let out a sigh, and leant back against the bar, "She got a promotion for her job, but the position is in New York. I told her that it's a brilliant opportunity, and that I think it'd be great for her to take-"

"But do you honestly want her to?" Dylan chimed in.

"No, I really don't," I said, running a hand through my hair, "I really don't want her to leave. But this is her life, and her choice, and I'm here for her."

"Aw, I don't want her to leave," Dylan fake sniffled, "I'll lose my best friend."

"Oh, and what am I? A freakin fridge?" I laughed, holding up my hands.

"Well, you keep getting me beers, so I guess so yes!" Dylan grinned, handing me his empty beer bottle. Rolling my eyes, I took it from him and turned to the girl at the bar.

"Two beers please," I smiled at her.

"Of course," She took them from me, and moments later placed two more beers on the bar.

"Right then, you ready to dance?" Dylan asked, jumping off from his stool.

"Dude, you just asked me to buy you a beer!" I laughed, "And now of all times, you wanna dance!"

"Hey, I can multitask!" He smirked, "So, you ready to get your ass kicked on the dance floor?"

"Oh you are so on!" I challenged, leaving my bottle at the bar and following Dylan into the crowd.