Gaby's POV

I honestly had no idea how Taylor did it. She always knew exactly what to wear- or, in this case, what to tell me to wear. She even knew that I wouldn't wear it if it's not something that my mother would approve of. I wasn't sure where we were going actually, but the dress seemed perfect for anywhere. It was tight and intensely dark purple, with ¾ sleeves that left my shoulders bare. It clung to my legs, which contrasted against my skin that seemed to look noticeably paler since I'd left sunny California. The hem cut off just above my mid thigh, revealing my legs down to the shoes she'd chosen, something mature but appropriate.

"So, where are we going?" I finally asked as she led me out of the hotel. I watched while she hailed a cab as if she'd been doing it her whole life. She walked with confidence out into the dark street that was lit only with the lights of the city. She practically stepped in front of the yellow car, but it didn't hesitate to come to a stop. Nobody hesitated for Taylor. She gave her signature smile before she slid with me into the back seat.

"Where to, ladies?" He asked, and Taylor gave him the name of what I assumed was a New York club. I nudged her side.

"Taylor!" I whisper-yelled, "If the press get any document of you going to a club, you know you'll be in trouble with management."

"Oh, please." She rolled her eyes. "They're not my management."

I shrugged my shoulders. Oh well, I thought, her problem, not mine. When we arrived outside the club, the line to get in almost wrapped around the back.

"Are we really going to wait here?" I asked, knowing she wasn't usually one for patience.

"Oh, God, no. Come on." She grabbed my wrist and led me up to the front, where the bouncer stood to block the entrance. He didn't look as tough as the guards in the movies. Actually, I wondered why he got the job to do this. He couldn't been over 25, and didn't look any more muscular than the next guy.

"I don't know if you girls noticed, but there's a line." He told us, his tone hushed and joking.

"You're not really going to make us wait, are you?" Taylor pouted, tilting her head.

"Are you even old enough to be here?" He asked, though he still had a sly smirk on his face.

"Of course we are. We're 18." She lied, still looking directly into his eyes, holding her composure.

"You need to be 21 to get in, babe. Sorry." A quick flash of sympathy crossed his face, but the expression quickly turned to intimidation when Taylor leaned forward. Her hands each found one of his shoulders, and her red lips met his ear. She was close enough so her chest was pressed to his.

"We're not going to anything bad. We just want to dance. Please?" She whispered. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to burst out laughing, or I wanted to sink into the sidewalk to avoid the embarrassment rising to my cheeks.

The sound was almost inaudible when he cleared his throat. "Fine, go. But if anyone asks, you snuck in." He stepped to the side and let us through.

I made sure not to leave Taylor's side. She seemed to know her way around this place as if she'd been here before, which I'm sure she hadn't. I've said before that Taylor knows she's hot. With the way she walked, it was obvious. She strutted straight to the bar, and I couldn't hold in my small giggle when a line of heads turned and watched her hips.

"This one's on the house." The bartender told her, not bothering to check for an I.D. or anything. "What are you having, doll?" He asked, looking in my direction.

"Me?" My eyes widened a little. "Oh, no. I don't drink."

"Suit yourself." He shrugged, moving across the wooden bar to the girl on the other side. Taylor finished her drink before we decided to go dance. She traveled around more than I did, and her sweet perfume made rounds around the floor. All together, it was kind of like being at a school dance. Except the clothes were more revealing and there were more people, more lights, and better drinks.

The first hour went by really quickly. We danced through most of it, laughing, and singing along to whatever the DJ was blaring. In fact, the only time we left the dance floor was for Taylor to get another drink. I even gave in and finally had one too, though I told him to make it with mostly the juice rather than the alcohol.

The unplanned twist in the evening started when a pair of hands from behind me suddenly covered my eyes. I gasped, a feeling of panic shooting through me until I heard a familiar voice.

"Guess who." The voice said, in the most adorable British accent known to man.

"Harry!" I turned, meeting his bright eyes and smiling at the appearance of his indented dimples.

"What are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you that. Last time I checked you needed to be 21 to get in." And cue the Harry Styles signature smirk.

"Blame Taylor. I didn't do it, I swear!" I held my hands up, as if it would prove my innocence. But he grabbed my wrists and pinned them back down to my sides, laughing. I think he was about to lean in and kiss me, but then remembered that we're only friends in public.

"Speaking of her, you know her name is written in the bathroom?"

"I don't even want to know." I laughed and shook my head. "Now really, what are you doing here?"

"I missed you. And well, Eleanor is here to visit and Louis. Let's just say I'm staying with you tonight."

"Good. Taylor will probably be with Zayn tonight anyway."

"So it'll be me and you alone..." His eyebrows waggled up and down.

"Maybe not. Maybe I want to invite Liam and Niall." I teased.

"Liam is with Danielle." Danielle was Liam's girlfriend. Management finally gave them the okay to become public that week. Actually, that week would be the first time they'd be seeing each other since. I wondered if that's why Eleanor and Danielle were here in the first place. "And you wouldn't want to make Niall feel like the third wheel. You know, since you'll probably be all over me." He nodded.

"You wish." I rolled my eyes.

"I do actually." His hand moved around my hip.

"Harry, stop. We're not dating right now, remember? You're going to get in trouble."

He started to say something but was cut off by Taylor as she returned with her third drink.

"Hey sexies!" She smiled. "Just couldn't stay away from her, could you, Harry?" She winked.

"Nope, not even a little." He smiled back, his dimples showing once again. Every time I saw them, my heart blew up like a balloon.

"You can take her. Zayn just texted me that he wants me home too." She then leaned in and kissed either one of my cheeks.

Taylor's POV

I slid in my key to Zayn's room until the small light lit up green. As I pushed open the door, I saw Zayn laying on the hotel mattress. The comforter was kicked around his perfect, shirtless body.

I took down my hair and let it fall around my face. I wasn't uncomfortable enough to bother changing or taking off my makeup, so instead I just turned off the light and took my spot beside Zayn. His eyes barely opened, and he managed to mumble a tired "hey" despite the fact that he was more than half asleep.

I felt the corners of my lips pull up in a smile, then stretched up to lightly press them against his cheek. "Go back to sleep." I laughed quietly.

He just nodded and mumbled again, pulling me in to cuddle against his body. We shared the same pillow until I let my head lay on his chest.

I thought back to first night we'd slept in the same bed. It was only the third day we were dating, but we had such insane chemistry that it felt normal. After we'd woken up he told me that he could feel my breathing when I was asleep next to him.

I smiled at the memory while I pulled the warm sheets over my legs. I felt the steady beat of his heart and let the sound easily lull me to sleep.