I Love You (Haylor)

Red Carpet

Taylor’s POV

Selena and I got into the limo with Justin. They sat on one side talking about baby names while I was on my phone on the other side, texting my mom for advice to get Harry’s attention. She always knows just what to do.  

Me- Mom—there’s this guy that going to be at the award show tonight and I don’t know what to do! Help me!

Mom- Honey-- just be yourself. Everyone loves people if they are just themselves. Like the saying goes, ‘Be yourself because everyone else is taken.’ This supposed ‘guy’ will love you more if you open up your feelings and tell him what’s in your heart. Don’t be mean though. Love you so much, good luck tonight, I know you’ll do great with your performance! Win all those awards babe! Ps. Be safe with your man friend. Love you lots<33333 –Mom

God. Mom. I know! I know that it’s you texting me! I know that I’ll be safe! I know all this advice you’re giving me! What if he doesn’t like ‘me’! UGH! That doesn’t help at all!I put down my phone and stare out the window. What am I to do? Whatever, I guess I’ll just try my best. Maybe I’ll just invite him over, you know, hospitality for people staying in another country for the next year. Yeah, I’ll do that. Solid, I’m good. It’s rude to say no to hang out when the other person knows you have nothing else to do. ‘I got this’ I whisper to myself as we are escorted out of the limo. The red carpet flew by I feel like I wasn’t paying attention. Now, time to go interviews, where I actually have to think. Damn. Well I went to the first interview and it was quick and they only asked me fluffy questions that had no meaning. And that’s basically what happened for the next half an hour or so. I went along to all the shows and entertainment networks and answered all the stupid questions. Until, I got to Access Hollywood. They started out with fluffy questions like “Who are you wearing?” “How’s Selena?” “How’re your parents?” “How are Olivia, Meredith, and Emily?” until they asked me a question that snapped me back into reality. “Like every other girl in this country; on a scale of one to ten, how much of a crush do you have on Harry Styles?” I looked at the interviewer lady. With a fake smile and injected lips, she was eager to hear my answer. “Um, like, um, 7?” I stammered, unsure of what to say. If I said the truth I would get hammered by the media later, but if I said the wrong thing, He would think that I just wanted him for looks or sex!  “Well, everyone that was Taylor Swift thanks for staying Tay! Love ya lots! Bye!” she hurried as she grabbed onto Katy Perry and dragged her over. My publicist Nancy rushed me backstage to my dressing room so I could get ready for my performance that was to happen in 2 hours.