Everything About You

<SFTC: Everything About You by One Direction>

Chapter 31

My hands smooth down my stomach in front of the body mirror, the petite white dress squeezed down my torso. It was a nice dress, not very me, but still nice. It had a gold piping down the sides until it cuts off abruptly at my midthighs. It also takes a good effort to breathe at how tight it is. It might look good but it's also hurts.

"How do I look?" Tanner's voice comes from the changing rooms door. We had wardrobe, hair and makeup teams come in, more for me rather than Tanner, but either way, I was done and Tanner's going as well. They gladly agreed when I asked and took him over in a few minutes.

He's in a black tux with his hair perfectly combed up into a slick quiff, a perfect amount of hairspray keeping it sloping up. To sum it up, he looks sexy. I bite down on my lower lip and pull it in.

"Great," I manage to cough out, still taking in his appearance. Not that he doesn't look as good on any other day but when he gets cleaned up, he can seriously blow any actor away.

He seems to be still looking over me, his mouth slightly parted. He swallows, clenches down on his jaw, and lowers his gaze back to my eyes.

He clears his throat. "Y-you look amazing."

His cheeks flush as I catch his gaze falling down to the jaunty restraints pressing up against my chest. I wish that I chose a different dress now that it's got this far along but I know I can't turn back now. I was all ready to go, every makeup and hair strand in place. I had gone with my hair down with curls, it starting to curve upward nowadays.

"Thank you. You look pretty great as well in that little tux of yours," I walk forward and grab him by his tie, pulling him down gently down to my level and kissing him. I drop his tie and smile up at him. He returns it, slowly letting me return to my place a few feet down from here.

I reach down for my phone and hold it up, taking a quick picture of us all dressed up for twitter with the caption; 'WMA's, we're on our way!'

Lately, on media, we were essentially the go-to couple. Besides the four months absence, we basically took pictures left and right, happy enough to stop for every begging fan to take a three-way selfie if they didn't specifically ask for just me.

"I love the dress," He says from behind me, arms linked around my waist as I scroll through some fans pages, making expectations of what I'll wear and hype on the awards ect.

At least one of us likes it, I almost say impulsively. I settle for, "I can barely breathe."

He laughs, his signature gaspy laugh.

"Taylor, we better go," Tree says from the doorframe, glancing up from her scrolling on her paiger. I nod, once to Tanner and then another to Tree and follow.

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It's actually surprising how normal Tanner is taking the red carpet. I usually hate it, do what they want and get inside. Usually, I show up late on purpose just to minimize the timing.

Tanner looks almost accustomed to it, cradling my waist tightly, his features almost glowing in the camera flashes. The reporters absolutely love when I looked up at him, more of an admiring moment that I got caught in. Shouts and screams to kiss got caught up in another ones pleas to pose differently. They seem to be inching closer over the velvet rope, seeming to grow taller by the second. Tanner leaned over and lowered his lips down to my ear, "Insistent, aren't they?"

I laugh but it's drown out and we're back to the point where they're shouting at us to laugh more. Red carpets are where the paparazzi thrive, every single one of them trying to get a word in over eachother. And that's probably the reason I hate red carpets so much.

Tree motions us off and gladly take the lead, hand encased in Tanners'.

"Okay, you guys are front row seat... 9 and 10," She says, glancing down at a clipboard. I nod, thank her, and start on my way in. World Music Awards include most of the singers that can make it. I know Selena will be there, as well as Ed, Katy, Justin Timberlake, and Demi, too. We're assigned to actually sit next to Ed since Ed and I are nominated for best duet.

"This place is huge," Tanner says, too distracted with staring up at the thousands of seats expanding through the coliseum to walk. He just spins in a slow circle, cutely, I might add.

"Tanner," I say, laughing slightly and I grab his hand and pull him forward, his head still tilted back to look at the ceiling.

It's packed, rows after rows of important people, all smiles and laughing. Some point at us or wave, or do both. We were the newest and hottest couple right now and the fans in the back definitely got word of our entrance. They shout from behind, some more deliberate than others. I turn and wave to them, making them scream louder.

Ed is already here, in a formal dress shirt, talking away to Pharrell a row behind him. I take the seat next to him and Tanner to my left.

Ed turns, taking a long glance back at us, and smiles. "T Swizz, Tanner."

"Hey Eddie," I say warmly, not letting the suspicious tone of voice he used with Tanner go unnoticed. Ed was protective too, he would easily take up for me in any situation and for Tanner to run off for four months, it gave Ed a valid reason to be on edge.

"Hey man," Tanner says, blending into my comment. Ed nods once before returning to his conversation with Pharrell, leaving the next few minutes before the show starts to Tanner and I.

"I didn't expect the red carpet to be that hectic," He says, slouching slightly in his seat and running a hand across his forehead. It's hot in here and they've obviously not taken enough notice to put on the AC before the show starts. My makeup would have smudged by now if it wasnt, luckily, waterproof.

"Are you kidding, you were a natural! You should've seen me at my first awardshow red carpet, those had to be the worst poses," I laugh at the memory, almost doubling over. It was a crazy night but one of the best of my life, to just be in the presence of my favorite artists. Crazy how far we've come.

"Just because you were with me," He says, eyes crinkling up at the noticeably cheesy line. I roll my eyes and I hear Ed scoff. Despite that, I manage to awe and peck his lips once, still laughing under my breath.

"Gag." Ed laughs from behind me. The lights lower, giving Ed's face a ghostly appeal in the lightly. I turn back in seat frontways, ignoring Ed's teasing comment and directing my attention to the host who looks abnormally happy. Tanner sends me a goofy glance like 'what's up with this guy' and then mocks him snarkily. I stifle a laugh behind my hand, trying hard to not bust out laughing during this guys speech. Tanner's trying to hold in his own laughter and I can already see the cameras coming out of nowhere to take pictures of us from above or something. I take a deep breath and glance to Ed. He stares at me, his lips pressed down to surpress a grin. I shrug because I don't know what else to do, and attempt to focus on this host.