I just had sex and it felt so good (Felt so good)

A woman let me put my penis inside of her,

I just had sex! And I'll never go back (Never go back)

To the not-having-sex ways of the past-

I hit my alarm until it shut off. 

Even though that song was my jam, you do not want to have it playing on full blast at 2 o'clock in the morning to wake, not only your parents, but your whole neighbourhood and making them think that you "Just Had Sex"

I groaned. Ever since I graduated from high school, I'm not even used to waking up before 10, so this is like telling a unicorn to not be as epic as it is.

Well, maybe not exactly like that... But whatever.

I just hate waking up early.

I got up, thrashing my white sheets off of my body and onto the other side of my double bed.

I flung my body up into a standing position and dragged myself to the bathroom.

I hopped into the shower, hoping that it would wake me up. The hot water just made me want to sleep even more, since it was like I was being wrapped in a huge heated blanket, although I wouldn't dare touch the shower if cold water was pouring out of the jets, even if it would guarantee waking me up all the way.

I shampooed and conditioned my hair and washed my face and body before stepping out, reaching for the towel.

I snuggled into the thick towel and wrapped my hair in one too, my usual routine.

I left my hair in the towel and got dressed in a simple pair of grey sweatpants and a white t shirt. I want to be comfortable on the plane.

Its not like I'm a movie star that has millions of fans to impress.

Lets be honest, my only fan is my... My mom.

I ran some Argan oil through my hair before throwing it into a plastic bag with my skincare products and throwing it into my suitcase. 

A girl can't have frizzing hair and unclear skin whilst on tour with the most famous boy band ever.

I brushed my teeth and rinsed before blow drying my hair into its naturally, wavy state.

I decided to only put a few coats of mascara and left my face the way it was, no foundation or concealer.

My mom always said not to wear makeup on the plan, as it gets drying and very uncomfortable.

I moisturised my face and that was it.

I walked out of the semi steamy bathroom that was connected to my bedroom and sighed, the cooler air of my room tickled me and giving my skin goosebumps.

I've always hated goosebumps. They look disgusting to me. *shivers*

I grabbed a black thick hoodie sweater and threw it on with ease, to keep me warm and to make those gross little bumps disappear from my skin.

I thought that it would be good, since I have about an hour left, to go over all the items I have and to make sure that I'm ready for our tour.

I decided to pack some shoes, thinking that I may need them. I unpacked some clothes and then I squeezed my copper brown combat boots and a pair of black converses into my suitcase. I can buy whatever else I need when we get to Australia for the tour.

I wonder how long we're staying in Australia for...

I've always wanted to go there before, but my parents never had the time or money. So, I've only been to Florida once when I was like... 4.

I quickly packed my carry-on, just a black TNA mini duffel bag and tossed in various items, such as my phone, charger, a mirror, wallet, passport, camera, lipbalm, my makeup bag, etc. Basically everything I needed.

I lugged my suitcase downstairs, along with my carry-on slung onto my arm and checked the time.

"They'll be here in about ten minutes." I told myself.

I didn't want to wake my parents, so I sent them goodbye texts for them to read into the morning.

Not a moment too soon, a van was parked outside of my house and my phone was being spammed with "Come outside, the best boys that you will ever meet are outside waiting for youuu" texts.

I grabbed my luggage and opened the door, only to have four boys pick me up and sweep me off of my feet. I tried to contain my laughter, not wanting to wake anyone up.

They soon put me down and took my bags. I didn't bother to argue, knowing Louis would just shove a carrot into my face.

"Wheres Harry?" I asked, curious to know where my ex was hiding.

The boys exchanged looks before Liam spoke to break the awkward silence, the tone giving away that there was something they weren't telling me.

"In the van" He spoke not making eye contact.

I shrugged it off and they opened the doors to the van.

I glanced at the front to see two figures in the two front seats, the driver being Harry. I shrugged. Maybe it was Paul, their bodyguard sitting beside him.

I heard more than one voice stop in an instant as soon as the door opened, but I couldn't make out the other voice besides Harry's.

I hopped into the three back seats, followed by Louis and Niall. They squashed me in between them and Liam and Zayn sitting in the front, I was surprised to see Paul sitting in the middle row, the seat by the window already. Who was in the front...

I couldn't see with the guys' heads blocking my way, and I surely didn't want to ask, thinking it would make it awkward.

So I sunk into Louis' shoulder and sighed, closing my eyes and relaxing.

"Ready?" Paul asked.

"Ready." We said in unison.

"Get on with it Harold" Paul laughed.

Harry gave a smile to his bodyguard using the rear view mirror and started the car.

As we were driving, Liam suggested we put on some music, considering the fact that it was sort of umcomfortably quiet.

The figure sitting with Harry reached for the radio and turned it on.

~ Introducing Taylor's hit song, I Knew You Were Trouble~

The radio host shouted excitedly.

I rolled my eyes "I've heard this so many times that I am so sick of her-"

"Hey guys! They're playing my song!" A very familiar voice rang out from the "figure" up at the front of the car.

I definitely knew who it was now.

Oh my fucking god.

It's Taylor Swift.

 The girl who now has the love of my life.