*Gaby's POV*

I sat on the side of my bed, leaning against the lime green wall behind me for support, looking at Taylor who was laying with her head on the pillow, playing with her blonde curls. Of course she'd done it curly today, since it was perfectly straight yesterday.

Taylor was kind of like that girl from a movie or book that everyone hates, but everyone loves. She always looked perfect. Golden blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, sweet little dimples, a Victoria's Secret body, and the most bubbly personality in the world. She knew she was pretty, you could tell by her confidence. But through the years I'd known her, I'd noticed some things. Whenever she saw someone else who was pretty, she became extremely insecure. Until someone confirmed she was better than them, she'd be an emotional wreck.

I loved her though. I really did. She was an amazing friend once you got past her superficial and vain exterior. I looked to the mirror across the room from us. I didn't think I was ugly or anything, but compared to her, I always seemed a bit awkward. My brown, beach waved hair was nice, but never quite as silky as hers. My skin was clear, but never had as perfect a color as hers. My smile was cute, but never as stunning as hers. My body was attractive, but never as toned as hers, despite the fact that she ate twice the amount I did. I liked my clothes- especially today with a basic heather gray tee and a pink wrap scarf with skinny jeans and Uggs. Yet, my wardrobe wasn't as put together as her's- a frilly, floral blouse complete with an adorable matching sweater and cuffed skinny jeans, then Toms to top it all off.

"What about you though?" I asked her. I'd just finished catching her up on the Harry situation.

"What about me? I'm not dating a member of One Direction!" She squealed.

"We're not dating." I rolled my eyes. I didn't want to go making assumptions, I would just end up being disappointed again. "And you still spent the night at the hotel yesterday. Who were you with? What happened?"

A small smirk formed over her lips. "I don't kiss and tell." She winked.

"Oh, we both know that's a lie."

"Fine, you're right. Thank God you asked, I've been dying to tell someone!" She sat up, pursing her lips excitedly. She leaned a little closer to me. "I slept with him!" She whispered.

My jaw dropped. "No way! Who!" I knew it wasn't Taylor's first time, but it was definitely her first time with a member of a famous boy band.

"Niall! He's adorable, and it was perfect!" She looked down to the floor, biting on the corner of her lower lip.

I hit her arm, knowing it wouldn't hurt her a bit. "You little slut!" I accused, causing a giggle from her.

"I didn't start it! Niall and I were both drunk... I don't think it really was emotional... I think it was just physical and reckless, you know?"

"I don't know, but I'll take your word for it... So what are you going to do now?"

"I'm not going to do anything. It was a one night stand. That's more than enough for me." She smiled.

"Puh-lease." I rolled my eyes.

"What?"

"You're Taylor Emmerson. Boys don't have one night stands with Taylor Emmerson. Boys get attached and fall in love with Taylor Emmerson. You know that very well."

"Not Niall Horan. Especially when there wasn't a real connection."

"Whatever you say."

My phone rang, interrupting our conversation. Harry's name lit up the screen and a smile spread across my face. It was all so surreal. "Hey!" I answered.

"Ello, love! What are you up to?"

"I'm with Taylor. What about you?"

"Just finished up the interview."

"How did it go?"

"Well, thanks. Do you have plans for tonight?"

"Uh, no. I don't."

"You do now. I'll pick you up at six." And then the line cut dead, leaving me in pure happiness.