Stacy's P.O.V
So yeah...Taylor Swift needs a stage outfit for her show in London....Do you know how fucking hard it is for me to find something for Taylor Fucking "America's Sweetheart" Swift?
Very.
We have two completely different styles, not to mention her "innocent" image is completely different from all the clients I have. But this is my chance to show how versitile I am. Or at least try to be.
So with an open mind, Michaela and I walked in and out of shops, looking for something Taylor would wear. Ending up in H&M, I completely gave up. "That's it, I give up. She's too sweet!" I said, throwing my hands in the air in exasperation.
Michaela laughed. "Maybe you just need a break. How about lunch?" she offered, pointing over to Nandos. Without thinking, I nodded. Lunch actually sounds really good right now. We sat at a table, away from the windows because the paps seemed to give a damn about me today.
We ordered our food, making each other laugh as we waited. "What if, just hear me out, you designed something for her." Michaela said, taking a sip from her coke. I shrugged. That's not a bad idea. I only design clothes for a handful of people, but I would be willing to do it this one time because I am in a kind of stump. "I should." I said. I gasped, snapping my fingers once. "And I already have an idea. Something flowly, glittery, and girly. Just like her." I smiled.
Michaela laughed, nodding her head. "Sounds about right." she added. I nodded, taking a sip of my sprite and mentally sketching ideas for her to wear. Just by chance, I happened to look up and saw the boys, their girlfriends (including Summer), and Jo and Declan all entering, sitting at a table in the back, away from us.
Michaela followed my line of vision and spotted them, scoffing and rolling her eyes. "Boybands." she muttered. I looked down at my hands. "Tell me about it." I said under my breath.
"I mean, besides Harry, I dont like them. There's something about them, I feel like they're hiding." she said as the waitress sat down our food and left to go take their orders. She happily took a bite of her chicken burger.
"I have something to tell you." I whispered. She looked at me concerned, and was about to say something when the joined laughter coming from One Direction's table drowned her out. She groaned, turning around in her seat and glaring at them. "HEY! IM TRYNA HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH MY FRIEND. DO YOU MIND, I DONT KNOW, SHUTTING THE FUCK UP SO I CAN DO SO?" she screamed.
I laughed, not bothering to hide myself from the group because, that's classic Michaela. Blunt, sassy, fiesty, and caring Michaela.
Harry snickered, standing up from the table full of couples and making his way over to us. Giving Michaela a hug and a kiss on the cheek before turning to me and kissing me on my temple. "I missed you." he whispered. I smiled at him, gazing into his eyes. "I missed you too." I replied.
"But we have to go. We're meeting Carah and Laura at the park for a Foster the People concert." I said, standing up and motioning for Michaela to do so also. She grabbed her burger, taking one last bite before standing.
"You're welcome to join us. Tonight at six, at the park across from our flat." she said. Harry smiled. "I'd love to, see you tonight." he said, waving and going back over towards his friends. Notice I said 'his' friends.
I took Michaela's hand in mine, walking out of Nandos and towards our flat. "So what do you have to tell me?" she asked me.
Harry's P.O.V
I waved bye to Stacy and Michaela, returning to my table with everyone's eyes on me. "Was that.." Danielle started. My grin hasnt left my face since I was with her, and I dont feel it leaving anytime soon. Just the sight of her makes me happy. I nodded. "Yup."
