Living It Up

The Bar

"Don't touch me, you are not my favorite person right now."

"Laura, it wasn't my fault." Taylor looks at me with a menacing smile.

"Fuck yeah, it was your fault. Maybe if you would have finished what you started in the first place, instead of making me do it, then all would have been okay." That's my story anyway.

"Come on baby, let me make you feel better." Her hands are all over me, and fuck they feel so good on my skin. But I am not going to give in.

"No I'm busy. I'm in the process of unfriending you." I snap back as I try to log in to my various social media accounts, whilst she is trying to steal my attention away.

"Unfriending me?" She looks at me wide eyed with confusion.

"Yeah that's what people do when they have arguments these days." I say as a matter of fact, setting my phone down in my lap.

She shrugs her shoulders and moves to get off of the bed. When she gets to the door of our bedroom she turns around with a smirk.

"Let me know when you are finished "unfriending" me." My awful girlfriend is trying her best to reign in her annoying laughter.

I retrieve my IPhone from my lap and press the unfollow icon on my Twitter and then jump over to my Instagram and Facebook and do the same. When I am finished I set it on the nightstand and try to get comfortable again.

"By the way, the next time you tell me that we are not going to get caught, I will not believe you." I hear Taylor's laughter from the other room. It gets closer and closer as she comes back towards the bedroom.

"Laura, I said I was sorry. I had no idea that a photographer had followed us to the park." She makes her way over to the bed and moves to straddle my thighs.

"Sorry is not going to cut it this time. I am on the fucking gossip mags with my hand down my pants. And honestly who the fuck comes up with those tag lines? Handsy Pants...come on really? I could have thought of a better one."

"I don't know who writes them baby, but I thought they were pretty inventive." She fists her hands loosely on the bottom of my t-shirt and plays with the material there.

"You would." I say with a glare.

"Come on, can we just let this go and get ready for tonight?" She is flashing that fucking pout that never ceases to make me buckle under pressure.

"Fine. Get your tainted self-off of me so that I can go and perfect my awesomeness." She giggles loudly as I push her off of my thighs and make my way into the en suite.

A grueling forty five minutes later I emerged in my tight black lace mini with long sleeves, my black stilettos, my hair down with a few curls at the end and a light touching of black makeup around my eyes.

"Wow." Was all Taylor could get out as she stood there in front of me with her mouth open.

"Close your mouth creeper. You are going to catch flies, and if that happens, don't think for a second I am going to let you kiss me again." She giggles lightly and grabs my hand to pull me out of the house.

"I need a drink."

Taylor and I have been tearing up the dance floor for the last couple of hours now. We rarely get to get out and have some real fun like this, so it is nice that we both had a rare day off from filming and promo tours and such.

"Will you get me something fruity?" Taylor asks me as she leans up to peck my lips.

I walk off towards the bar to get our drinks, leaving my super-hot girlfriend to continue swaying her hips to the jumping beats of the music that the DJ is supplying us with. Tay is already two drinks under tonight and feeling the effects, while I am about to nurse my fourth beer and I don't feel anything.