Flashback when you met me

You're Perfect For Me

At the end of the kitchen is a door. On the other side of the door is a little hallway with a lot of doors on the left and the right. It says 'Staff only' on most of them. Across the hallway are stairs leading down. We take the stairs down to another hallway.

"Where are we?", he asks me looking curious into my eyes.

"The dressing rooms", I say smiling at him.

"We are going to a dressing room?"

"No. To my dressing room", giving him a slinky smile. Gosh what am I doing here. "Not the way you might think", I add scared that he will just use me and think that I'm a 'slut'. I look down as I'm unsure what he thinks about me now.

"Hey", he says, lifting up my head with his hand. "I'm not thinking anything. I'm just enjoying your company. The media will write something about you anyway. They just want to make money and start talking shit about people. I know it's not true what the write about you. When I look you up on the internet I see all these articles and headlines 'Taylor Swift collecting men' or 'Is that her new boyfriend?' and I think that's mean. They don't know you. Don't let anyone ever bring you down. They only see what you do not who you are!"

A tear is rolling down my cheek. He wipes it away immediately. That was the right thing for him to say. The right thing to comfort me. He pulls me into a long-lasting hug. I really enjoy the hug and close my eyes.

"Thank you", I whisper just loud enough for him to hear.

I want to kiss hin so bad right now. No. I can't. It's not right. We pull out off the hug an I look at him.

"You stalk me on the internet?"

"No.. Uhm.. No it's not... Like... I... Only once or twice... Maybe", I can see him blushing which is really really cute.

"Well, Mr. Alwyn. Guess who's going to stalk you on the internet fork now on?!", I say with a weird impression of some kind of comic figure. Maybe Mickey Mouse or something. As soon as I realized how embarrassing that just was I blush. He just laughs. This sound. I want to hear it for the rest of my life.

I open the door to my dressing room. He looks really surprised when he saw how big the room was.

"Wow, this is awesome", he says which kinda makes me giggle.

He walks over to the wardrobe and pics out a dress.

"This would have looked great on you."

"You think?", slowly walking towards him with a huge smile on my lips.

"Absolutely."

I take the dress out of his hand.

"Would you mind if I get changed?", I know that he won't disagree.

He gives me a cheeky smile without answering.

"Could you open my dress then?"

"Sure.", I can see him getting more and more nervous. He turns around and take off the dress thinking what it would be like if he took it off. I'm just standing here in my underwear. I turn around so I can see if he's looking. He's not, which surprises me kind of. Doesn't he find me as attractive as I find him. I put my dress on looking sadly. He turns around and is in shook.

"You look stunning. Absolutely beautiful. I mean breathtaking."

He notices the sadness as he asks: "What happend?"

"It's nothing just... No it's childish", I say fully knowing that I just created super unnecessary drama like 'you think I'm ugly because you didn't look' No Taylor! This is not how it works.

"Com'mon tell me!"

"It's just... You didn't look when I got changed. So I just... You know... I thought you might not think that I'm attractive." I look down as I think that this might be the most stupid thing I've ever said.

He bursts out in laughter. Now I feel like a total idiot.

"What? I think you are the sexiest woman I've ever seen but wouldn't be gentlemen-like telling that a girl who has a boyfriend, would it?"

I step a bit closer and put my hand on his cheek.

"Wow... I'm speechless. You're Perfect."

"I'm not perfect Taylor. Not at all.

"You might not be, but you are for me."