Author's Note: Hey y'all! I just want to let you know that this is the first fanfiction piece I've written in 10 years, so I'd just like to apologize for my writing being rubbish! I suppose it's going to take me a lot longer than I thought to wipe the dust off for my writing. Anyway, I know I'm going to get a lot of hate for this pairing, but I don't care. I'm a huge fan of Tom Hiddleston and Taylor Swift as individuals, and I'd love it if they got together in real life. Alas, what's the likelihood of that ever happening? I just want to say when it comes to criticism, the more the merrier! But for this fic, I don't want to see criticism on the pairing I chose, but rather on my writing and the plotline itself of the story. Also, one last thing, I just want to mention I put a lot of time and research into 1) finding out what events Taylor and Tom usually both attend at the same time, 2) information on the Met Gala, the theme for the 2015 Met, and what happens in general at the Met, 3) Taylor's stylist. However, when I did Google who her hair stylist was, no one was specified and the only real result I got was Joseph Cassell, so I just went based off that. So placing him as her hair and make up stylist is probably a huge error of accuracy on my part, but I went with the best I could! I hope you all enjoy the piece!

Through the window of the car I'm being driven in, I can see the people on the streets laughing, smiling, walking hand-in-hand as they enjoy the life that the city has to offer. Ever since I bought my apartment here in New York, I don't have to worry about getting ready in a hotel room for red carpet events that take place in the city. No—rather, I can enjoy getting ready at my leisure in my apartment, with my cats, and come back here to end the night.

Every year I've gone to the Met Gala. Last year, May 2014, I didn't expect anything to happen. Well, I don't really have any expectations, or goals, any longer in my romantic life. At least not since Harry. I don't care about that anymore. I don't care about having a man in my life, and lacking any love interest. It doesn't matter to me at all. I'm happy with where I'm at in my life—single, and living it up with my girlfriends. Which most likely explains why normally when I attend events I bring Karlie or Austin—or, hell with it, even the whole posse!

This year is no different.

I get out of the car and I thank my driver, carrying Olivia ever-so-casually on my arm as I often do when I leave. I've kept my hair the same style since last year when I cut it down to my shoulders. I know how much my fans have loved it, and I love it so much so. It's myself—it's the hairstyle I've always wanted. That hasn't changed either.

Now that I think about it, not much has changed in my life since last year, except for the fact that things have been hectic again with the 1989 Tour coming up and all.

I step foot into my apartment, setting Olivia down on the ground along with a few shopping bags. Ah, it's gotten to that point in the day where it's time to get ready for the Met Gala. Hair, make-up, and to put on the glorious dress I'm wearing this year. And, as the tradition has been, Karlie, Selena, Demi, and a few other friends are coming over first to meet up and we're going to head to the Met Gala together.

I turn on the music, playing one of my favorite playlists that I've put together. There's some late 80s music on there (naturally), some pop hits—you know, the usual. All upbeat music that I usually listen to with my girls when we spend time together and get ready to go out. My usual hair stylist/dual make-up artist is here, Joseph Cassell, setting everything up. I gave him the key to my apartment so long ago because I trust him, and I know it makes it easier for him, because it gives him a little more time to get everything ready to go.

As Joseph is preparing everything, I stand in my room and hold my gown up in the see-through garment bag it's in, admiring the beauty and hard work that went into it. The last two years I've gone for quite…contrasting looks, to say the least. This year, 2015, I want to look different again. And since my favorite designer Oscar de la Renta has passed (may God bless him), who I was blessed enough to have designed my gown last year; I had to look for a different designer to make my dress for this year. I went for an evening gown in a deep emerald. It was all over all over lace with a high neck that hugged my body, and it cut off at my mid-thigh. Then there was the same color, but in satin material that started at my hips and flowed down, with high slits so my legs were visible. It showed off my body and my legs in elegance, and I was absolutely in love with the detail in color. Actually, I was in love with all of the details of the dress. This year, I came back to Monique Lhuillier to make this custom gown for me since I loved the last time she designed a gown just for me, which was back for the 2010 CMA Awards. I pressed the garment bag to my body, looking at myself in the mirror, admiring how it would look on me. I knew by having it short, yet the long satin material for the bottom of it would drive my fans nuts because it would show off my legs. But I loved how it covered up my chest, and hugged my curves at the same time. A smile surfaced on my face as I spun around in it, imagining how I would look this evening. I placed it on the moveable clothing rack that was in my room, keeping it in the bag so the same fiasco of Meredith scratching it that happened last year would be avoided.

"Taylor," I heard Joseph call my name, and I turned my head, a small blush creeping on my cheeks. He had to have seen me spinning around earlier like a little girl in a brand new dress, but by now Joseph knows how I am—he knows I'm that type of girl. He's seen me do the most embarrassing stuff, and always gets a laugh out of it. "I'm coming," I laugh, walking towards the bathroom. I sit down in the chair set up in the middle of my bathroom, letting him get to it. I trust him, plus he already knows the look we're going for since we discussed it previously. I sit back, and relax during this time, letting the night begin its course.

Soon enough, right as my hair was finishing up, I heard the door open and Karlie's booming voice filling up my apartment with so much warmth and excitement as it always does. "Miss Taylor Swift," I heard her say in a British accent, "Let's get this party STARTED!" I could then hear her contagious laugh bounce off the walls, hitting me as my own laugh echoed afterwards. "Miss Karlie Kloss," I stated back in a British accent, messing up as I usually do which made it even more hilarious, "You know where to find me."

I turned my body in my chair, back twisting so I could see her coming as my stylist adjusted to finish up the last of my hair. And out came Karlie, appearing into my master bedroom where I could see her from where my bathroom began, carrying the garment bag her gown was in and hanging it up on the rack with mine. Then Karlie ran over to embrace me from where I sat. Her hair was already done—we both went for short curls since we have similar hairstyles and it frames our faces well. We were going to do our make up together and put on our dresses, just like we did last year. "Oh I'm so glad you could make it!" I breathed into her ear excitedly before she pulled away. "I brought a bottle of champagne for us to pop open before we head over," Karlie winked at me before laughing, stepping back and admiring the work of my stylist. "I like," She nodded her head in approval, just as the last curl came fresh out of the curling iron. I turned my head, gazing in the mirror at the site of my hair, showering my stylist with gratitude. Next was the best part—make up with Karlie before putting on our gowns! Joseph was there to help, letting us choose the shades of eye shadow we wanted to use to go with our gowns, and our favorite Nars lipstick. We sat back in our seats, relaxing as we excitedly chatted away while my stylist got to work on the both of us.

(skip ahead to after everyone shows up)

Karlie, Selena, Demi, Ed, and the usual crowd were all hear, and the champagne was out and flowing. The warm laughter had completely filled up my apartment with some of the people I loved most in life, and I was ready for the wonderful night that lay ahead.

Little did I know, it wouldn't go as planned, or even close to my expectations.