you belong with me || karlie kloss x taylor swift

eight » first date

song: gorgeous » taylor swift

"Do I look okay?" asked Taylor, facing the five boys who were casually hanging out in her room.

Liam was looking through the Polaroid photos Taylor has, collected in a medium-sized cardboard box. Harry and Niall were sprawled out on her bed, watching TV. Justin was sat on her desk, playing with the collection of pens Taylor has. Zayn was sat on the carpet-covered floor, scrolling through his phone.

Five pairs of eyes were on her now. She was wearing a white, knitted sweater that was tucked in to her black, leather jeans, accompanied with a brown belt. She had also wore the boots that Harry gave her for her birthday last year.

"Hey! You finally wore the boots I gave you!" exclaimed Harry with a huge grin.

"Yup, you can definitely tell those were from Harry." commented Liam, checking the boots out.

"Your outfit looks nice, Taylor. Just get rid of the ponytail." said Justin.

"Wh-"

"Just do it, Taylor. Toss those glasses away as well." added Niall.

"But-"

"You have contacts. I saw them in your bathroom!"

Taylor wanted to protest, but she knew they just wanted her to look the best she can for Karlie. She huffed and went back inside to her on-suite bathroom, shutting the door.

Taylor looked at herself in the mirror, she was nervous. She had never been on a date her whole life, and plus, this date was with Karlie.

She took her hair out of its ponytail, grabbing a nearby brush, she started brushing her shoulder-length, curly hair, getting her bangs as well.

Once she was contented with how her hair looked, she took off her glasses and put on her contacts, struggling to do so.

She had now looked different from her usual self. A good different, though. The kind of different she could get used to. She leaned in closer to the mirror, she traced the gentle features of her face.

She looked pretty.

A knock came from the other side of the bathroom door, startling Taylor.

"Taylor, love. Can I come in?" asked Harry.

"Y-Yeah, sure."

Harry entered the bathroom, a black pouch in his hand.

Harry closed the door with his hips.

"What you got there?" asked Taylor, referring to the black pouch Harry held in a fragile manner.

"My...makeup." answered Harry, voice shivering. "I know it's weird but-"

"Oh, cool."

"I want to do your makeup, if it's okay with you." said Harry, biting his bottom lip.

"Yeah, sure." said Taylor.

Harry smiled. "Sit on the counter."

Taylor did what she was told. She found it shocking that Harry had a full bag of makeup. She knew the boy always wanted to do his makeup, his nails, and his hair. But she was surprised that he had a bag of makeup since Harry's family is not exactly supportive of the LGBT.

Harry opened the black pouch, pulling out a primer.

"I hid this from my family. And from everyone else, to be honest." informed Harry, putting the product all over Taylor's face.

"I practice makeup on myself at home. I don't usually wear it because...you know." added he.

"Toxic masculinity?"