I Love You (Haylor)

Where's My Room?

Harry’s POV

We all pile into the limo and head to the red carpet. When we get there, I am freezing. The wind whips at my back when we climb out of the car. I have a love/hate relationship with New York. I hope to live here one day and settle down. But that might be far away, or closer then I think. The interviewers ask us stupid questions about the new albums, Zayn’s wedding, and even what suits we were wearing. All these questions went by in a blur and it was over before I could process it. Our publicist was leading us backstage when an interviewer grabbed my arm and asked to speak just to me. Everyone said it was okay but they said I should come back in like 45 minutes to start getting ready for our performance. Turns out the interview was boring and only took about 5 minutes, so I had 40 minutes to spare.  I decided just to go back to the dressing room with the rest of the boys so I could pig out on delicious lucky charms, cinnamon toast crunch, and m&ms, foods they don’t have in Britain. So, I walk down the hallway of dressing rooms, trying to find ours. Was it 56, 65, 46, 54, or 23? Damn, I couldn’t quite remember. None of these rooms had names on them.  So, I knocked on on 56, the room I was pretty sure was ours. I heard someone get off the couch inside and start walking towards the door. The door opened and inside, she stood. Taylor Swift. She was breathtaking. Even though she was just wearing a tee shirt and some undershorts, she still looked magnificent. Her blond locks waved over her shoulders and she was wearing a pushup bra that gave her entire figure a new look. I’m not complaining. “Hey Harry, what’s up?” she said smiling and confused. “Oh sorry, I was just looking for my dressing room. I’m super hungry, I haven’t eaten all day! “ I said, looking behind her. “Oh, no need! Come right in! I’ve got Cheez-its, Lucky Charms, Bagels, chocolate, Pizza bites, all waiting for someone to eat them!” she exclaimed pointing to the table of wondrous foods. I couldn’t say no, I mean TAYLOR SWIFT, the girl I’ve been crushing on forever, just invited me ALONE inside her dressing room to eat delicious food. Definitely a yes.   So I walked in and grabbed a bowl of Cheetos and sat down on the couch. She strutted over to the table and grabbed a jar of peanut butter and some apples.  She plopped down on the couch next to me. We talked for a while about life traveling around the world. We talked about our family, and our friends. She told me that Selena was pregnant and that Meredith had just gotten groomed. She scooped up a bit of peanut butter on an apple slice. She looked at me as she took a bite of the apple. I can’t, I’ve just lost my shit completely. I love her.