Loved You First

Chapter 41

Taylor's P.O.V
"Emily, I need you to call the best stylist in London. Tell her to be here within an hour. I'm on my way back," I speak on the phone and Kelly chuckles.

"So, what's up?" She huffs.

"Oh, that's just Harry," I tell her.

"Well, I didn't expect him to be that way," She tells me.

"Trust me, I didn't either," I giggle.

"You have to come to the party with me. As my date," I tell her.

"What? No. You'll be busy with Harry there. What am I supposed to do?" She disagrees.

"Oh, don't act as if you haven't made any friends after all this time," I tell her and she is now rolling her eyes.

"Okay, fine. I'll find a date there."

"I'll see you at 7:30 then. And, do not be late." I warn her getting out of the car.

*Hours Later*

"You should model, girl," Lou tells me and I chuckle.

"Really?"

"Yes! Damn those legs are to die for," she tells me and makes me stand up.

"There. Beautiful as ever," she tells me and I look into the mirror and gasp.

"Oh my... Thank you so much, Lou!" I jump with excitement.

"Tay?" Kelly walks into my room.

"You look stunning!" She gushes to my side.

"Lou, I need you to get her ready, too," I tell her looming at Kelly, but she's already dressed and looking all good.

"No, I'm good. I am ready," Kelly nods.

"What party are you going to anyway?" Lou asks me.

"Zayn Malik's," I tell her.

"Oh, I know him," she tells me.

"You do?"

"Yeah, he's friends with a good friend of mine," she says.

"Oh, good,"

"Okay, babe. I gotta leave now. Have an urgent appointment," she tells me as she gathers her things and lacks her bag.

"Alright. Thanks a lot. You're my stylist now. We'll decide on your pay later, is that fine?"

"Will do," she winks and leaves.

Harry's P.O.V
"Where have you been, Lou?!" I whine as she enters my room.

"I had an appointment, Harry!" She says and starts unpacking her things.

"Who needs you more than I do?"

"Let's just say someone really hot," she tells me and motions me to sit on the chair.

"Does he or she have a name?"

"Yes."

"And they're hotter than me?"

"It's a girl, Harry," she laughs as she starts with styling my hair.

"Okay."

"Where are you heading to? And why so stressed?"

"I have a challenge to be completed actually. And, I'm going at Zayn's," I say and scroll through my notifications.

"Oh, she is going there, too. Damn, she looked so hot that I clicked a picture of her." she says. Who is?

"Who?"

"Oh, Taylor," she says and I freeze.

"Taylor Swift?" I question not being ready to listen to the answer.

"Yes. That's her! You know her?"

"She's the one who challenged me!" I gasp.

"Harry. I'm sorry but you're definitely losing," she tells me.

"Oh, please. No way," I tell her but momentarily think if Taylor really looks that hot as she just described.

"Is she looking that hot? Can I see the picture?" I ask her.

"No, mister. No cheating." She says and her hands are now in my shoulder and she's done.

"Your hair is longer now," she says.

"Yeah, I think I might cut it."

"Okay. Have fun!" She says and quickly leaves. She's one busy woman.

I really hope she doesn't win. But I can't stop thinking of how she looks.

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