Taylor Swift stared at her reflection on the day of the 2017 Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. Her makeup was flawless, her lingerie-esque clothes were comfortable, and she knew exactly what to do when she hit the runway. Therefore, none of those concerns were causing the worry lines in her forehead to appear.
A knock sounded on her dressing room door. Against her will, an image of a curly-haired rockstar standing in her doorway appeared in her mind. She shook her head to clear it and called out for the person who knocked to enter. Lily Aldridge walked through the door, wearing her custom robe.
She gave Taylor a close-lipped smile. "You okay?"
"I don't know," the blonde answered honestly.
"Talk to me," Lily said, settling in on the couch.
Taylor took a deep breath. "I mean, I knew he was going to be here, the information came out in early October, but now it's here and it still doesn't seem real. I'm not prepared to see him."
"And why is that?"
"Well, he broke my heart. We had a thing and it's over and I just don't want to feel like the same heartbroken 23-year-old I was."
Lily raised a perfectly-shaped eyebrow. "Is that really what's bothering you?"
"What else would it be?" Taylor asked her friend, confused.
"I think that you're scared."
"Scared? Of what? Lil, you're not making any sense."
"You're scared that you're going to see Harry and realize that you're still in love with him."
The singer's blue eyes widened as her body went still. "That's ridiculous."
"Is it? Taylor, you're singing 'Ready for It'. Last time you performed here, you sang Style, and this time you're singing 'Ready for It'."
"What's your point?"
"You were in love with Harry when you wrote 'Style'. You were still in love with him when you wrote 'Ready for It'. And now, you're performing it and he's here."
Taylor scoffed. "'Ready for It' isn't even about Harry."
Lily shook her head, gently. "You're only trying to convince yourself, honey. Now, I'm not trying to freak you out or throw you off your game, but you need to come to terms with your feelings. You can't keep dragging Harry's heart all over the place when you change your mind." Lily headed for the door, but turned back to Taylor. "I'll stand by you, no matter what decision you make. You just need to be decisive and never look back."
With that, she left Taylor alone with her thoughts.
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Harry Styles paced back and forth in his dressing room as he ran his hands through his hair, messing up all the work the stylists did. The girl that he had never fully stopped loving was twenty feet away. It was the closest they had been in two years.
Someone opened the door to his dressing room and he turned to see Camille Rowe in her lingerie. She gave him a smile that he thought was supposed to be seductive and slinked closer to him.
"Um, hullo, Camille," he said, unsure of what she was doing.
"Hey, Harry," she said in a husky tone and winked at him.
"What're you doing?" he asked, slowly.
She moved closer to him and dragged a finger down his arm. "We've got two hours before the show, I'm thinking of a lot of things we could do in that time."
