Maybe One Day Love [ A TIAM / HAYLOR ONE SHOT ]

Even as a kid it was always frowned upon to take another child’s toy. A smack on the wrist from the closest adult because stealing is wrong. If it didn’t belong to you, you shouldn’t touch it, no matter how much you wanted to. But I was never really one to obey the rules to a full extent, especially when the toy was so sparkly and so perfect you just had to have it. 

I remember the first time I saw her. Dancing wildly despite the fact she was in a room full of cameras just waiting to catch her doing something stupid. Yet she danced like she was simply another young woman in a bar with all her closest girlfriends. I suppose in some context she was. If one could consider a multimillion dollar country pop music star surrounded by her equally famous friends‘another young woman’. Her arms waved around wildly and her limbs managed to look somewhat graceful despite the fact she was rather tall and someone would call her ‘gangly’. 

The moment was perfect, as the music she was dancing to wasn’t simply another song. It was one of my songs. Or…well one of One Direction’s songs. Technically a bit of both. And she wasn’t any person, she was Taylor Swift. 

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I remember the first time I spoke to her. My hands were shaking at my sides because no matter how many times I went to award shows I wouldn’t cease to get nervous meeting the people I’d grown up seeing on tv screens or splashed across the front page of any notable publication. Even now I was actually one of them. I never really felt I fitted in that scene. Harry did it so effortlessly, cozing up to the stars like he was born one. He had that magnetism I couldn’t help but envy. Even Louis managed it when he felt like it. But I was Liam, the puppy, the daddy of the group. The one who didn’t get involved with celebrity drama…right? 

Taylor was standing there by herself looking around for someone she mustn’t have spotted yet. I hesitated, wondering if I should approach her or let her find whomever she was searching for. Then her eyes landed on mine and I felt my cheeks flush lightly, a heat rising to my features. Her eyes were so much bluer than I was expecting. I was partially reminded of Louis’ but sparkling with a burning curiosity, a thirst for knowledge I hadn’t ever seen in the older boys eyes. A wide grin spread on her face and she began to walk over. She was walking over…to me. This must be fake. 

“Liam right?” She spoke softly and her voice warmed my insides, turning them syrupy. She smelt like flowers, the pretty kind you saw at the florist and you knew you just had to buy for the most worthy girl. Expensive, beautiful and incredibly delicate flowers. 

“Y-yes nice to meet you.” I replied hesitating before speaking. At the after parties I wasn’t really approached that much. I wasn’t well known outside of the group. I didn’t belong in the middle of the stage or under the brightest spotlight. I was just Liam from Wolverhampton, 1/5 of one direction. 

“Great performance by the way.” Taylor commented balancing the glass of champagne in her hand. Of course she could drink legally at these shindigs. It was weird to think she was only three years older than me. She carried an aura that made her seem wise beyond her years. I wondered if she had always naturally been like that or her years in a gruelling industry had matured her quicker than most. 

“Thank you. I saw you guys dancing. Nice moves.” I smiled and she laughed, her cheeks flushing a cute shade of pink. She went to respond when a voice interjected. 

“There you are!” Danielle spoke, striding over, her heels making a piercing noise against the concrete floor. I winced, having completely forgotten she had headed off to the bathroom in my momentary lapse of conscious thought. Taylor Swift had that effect on people it seemed.