Dress by Taylor Swift

Flashback to my mistakes, my rebounds, my earthquakes, even in my worst lies you saw the truth in me. And I woke up just in time, now I wake up by your side, my one and only, my lifeline I woke up just in time, now I wake up by your side. My hands shake, I can't explain this. Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off.

TW: Sexual Content

I spent all of Saturday stressing out over what I should wear. Rachel and Maddie ended up taking me shopping and helped me pick an outfit to wear. We decided on a satin cowl neck navy dress that was a little revealing but not too much. 

I woke up the morning of my birthday to the smell of pancakes and bacon. I head downstairs to see all my friends busy doing stuff. 

Maddie is sitting atop Hayden's shoulders placing banners all around the walls, yelling at him for being too shaky. Wyatt is trying and failing to cook pancakes and bacon at the same time. Rachel is efficiently yelling orders at everyone as she measures the space between gift bags, clearly wanting everything to be perfect. 

"Hayden if you drop me I'll kill you." Maddie shrieks gripping her fingers into his hair as Hayden wobbles around teasing her. 

I can't help but laugh at the comical sight, they all turn around to face me in surprise. "Happy Birthday!" They all cheer, rushing towards me to serenade me with hugs. 

We all sat down to a slightly burned portion of pancakes and bacon. They each handed me a gift bag one by one as I told them they didn't have to do all this. 

I opened Wyatt's first, toe padding to go under my pointe shoes. "You've had those old ones for 8 years, I think it's time you wear some new ones." He laughs. I thank him and open the gift from Hayden. 

It's a pair of ducky slippers that quack with every step, I squeal excitedly. "Oh my god. My childhood dream has came true." I laugh. 

I thank him and open the gift from Maddie, a collection of perfumes and cosmetics. I thank her and open a neatly wrapped box from Rachel. 

Inside is a set of pj's, a blanket, a cinnamon scented candle and some chocolate. The presentation of the box is beautiful and everything is well placed. 

I hug all my friends and tell them how thankful I am. "Oh and we all chipped in for this one." Maddie grins as she hands me one last gift back. 

I open it up and grin as I stare down at the contents of the bag. My cheeks blush a deep red color as I remove the lacy bright pink lingerie. At the bottom of the bag is an XXS condom. I didn't even know they made them that small.

"Just in case you and your date decide you want to do more than kissing." Wyatt winks. 

"Friends." I warn. "Well you and your 'friend' are lucky because as another birthday gift to you we are all leaving you alone for the night." Maddie reveals. 

Later in the afternoon I get a call from Avery. I hesitantly answer. I haven't heard her voice since I left, sure she's texted me like once a week to check in but it's been 25 days now. 

I press answer and put the phone to speaker as I sit on my bed.

"Happy Birthday!" A group of voices yells from the other side. 

I chuckle a little, "Thank you." I reply. "It's Avery, Libby and Nash by the way." Avery tells me. 

"Hey guys." I speak into my phone. "How's MAD?" Libby asks eagerly. "It's good." I reply. 

"We miss you so much." I can basically see the frown on Libs face. "I miss you too." I try not to sound too sad. 

"Got any birthday plans?" Nash asks in his thick Texas accent. "Not really. I'm kind of going on a date." I shrug despite the fact they can't see me. 

"Oh my god, Pear! With who?" Avery asks excitedly. "Well, actually it's-" I start with a small grin. 

"Shit. Sorry Pear, i've gotta go. I'll call you later." Avery cuts me off abruptly. "Is everything okay?" I worry. "Yeah, all good. I'm getting a call from Jamie, he's about to tell me something important." She speaks happily. 

"Oh ok.. Well call me later. I missed hearing your voices-"

The line goes flat. I receive a text moments later from Libby saying she misses me so much and hopefully I'll come home to visit soon. 

I spend the rest of my day getting ready for my maybe date maybe two friends dinner night. 

I spray some perfume all over, dry my hair and straighten it. I place some light makeup on and some lipgloss, finishing the look with my mothers necklace and some heels. 

When I head downstairs all my friends tell me how good I look right before they all head out and go their separate ways. 

I pace until I hear the doorbell ring. I freeze. I count to ten then answer, so he doesn't think I've been waiting on him. 

Grayson stands at the door with some flowers and a small gift bag. He wears a black suit and shiny polished shoes. 

His eyes hold a look of amazement as he looks at me. "Happy Birthday." He smiles, passing me the flowers. 

"Thank you." I smile gratefully, I invite him in and I put the flowers in a vase. "They're beautiful." I tell him. 

"Beautiful flowers, beautiful girl." He replies, sounding like he didn't mean to say that out loud. 

"I got you this." He says, ignoring the last comment he made and passing me a gift bag. I give him a small smile as I open it up. 

My smile drops when I see a really expensive looking bracelet. "Grayson.." I sigh. It looks really expensive. 

"Grayson this is beautiful but I seriously can't accept that." I tell him. He round the kitchen counter and takes the bracelet out the box. He takes my hand delicately and places the bracelet around it. 

"It looks amazing on you." Grayson smirks. "But it's-" I start before he cuts me off by placing a kiss on my hand. "I can't return it now. Just let me give you something worth as much as you." He shrugs. 

He leads me out to his car and drives me to this really fancy looking restaurant. 

"Grayson, I really don't want you spending money on me." I warn as he gets out the car and walks around it to open my door for me. 

He leads me inside and we look at the menu together whilst we wait for our table to be ready.

The entire menu is in French. My eyes widen as I look down at the unfamiliar words. "Grayson. Is there an English version?" 

He grins a little as he looks around for another menu. When he doesn't find another he reads it out to me. "Escargots, caviar, oysters, steak, lobster, lamb chops, swordfish, quail, scallops." Grayson starts listing, he stops when he sees the confused look on my face. 

"Follow me." He orders and then promptly stands up. He starts walking out and I follow him, we walk through the street together away from the restaurant. 

"Where exactly are we going?" I ask as I struggle to keep up with his fast pace.

"Just try to keep up." He calls back to me, I have to jog to stay by his side, "Your legs are long." I comment. 

Minutes later we arrive outside a McDonald's. "Welcome to your fancy birthday dinner." He grins. "I thought you already booked that fancy place." I frown.

"Yeah but you clearly had no clue what any of those things were and I don't want you ordering something you don't like." He tells me. 

"Grayson.." I grin. 

He takes my hand and drags me inside the McDonald's and orders us a a ten pack of chicken nuggets and fries. 

We sit down and start eating. We joke around and talk about random meaningless things. 

I gently kick Grayson's foot under the table with a smirk when I see a young girl recording us from a couple tables over. 

I gesture to her subtly and he manages to turn his head without making it too obvious. He smirks a little and we both simultaneously stare intensely at the girls camera and wave a little. She screams and puts the phone down. 

Grayson and I both laugh a little as we finish throwing everything in the trash can and head out. 

He drives me back to my place, "Want to come in?" I offer. He agrees and parks the car on the street. 

We head inside and upstairs to my room. "So did anyone send you anything from home?" Grayson asks me as he removes his shoes and sits down in front of me on my bed. 

"I got a thirty second call from Avery, Nash and Libby and then a text from Libby." I tell him.

He frowns a little, "That all?"

I shrug, "Yeah, they're busy. They've got more important things to do." I laugh a little.

He places a hand on my cheek, "But you're important too." Grayson smiles sympathetically. 

"It's not that big of a deal, we've never really been big on birthdays. I'm sure Avery's will be just as low key as mine." I assure him. 

He nods, seemingly dropping the topic. 

"Grayson can I ask you something." I look directly at his captivating eyes. "Was this a date?" I ask. 

He looks into mine a little puzzled, "Did you want it to be?" He challenges. 

Oh fuck it, the worst thing he can say is no. "Yeah I guess I did hope it was a date." I bite my lip waiting for his response. 

"Yeah. It was a date." He nods. 

His hand on my cheek gently traces down my jawline, his hand stops and his thumb begins tracing over my bottom lip. 

"Can I kiss you?" I ask him. "Yes please." He grins, mocking what I had said in response when he kissed me. I scoff and lean forward. 

Our lips connect in a graceful and innocent kiss. 

I place my hands in his hair as the kiss deepens into a passionate one. 

I lay back onto the middle of my bed and let Grayson kneel above me. 

He goes onto his elbows instead so our bodies are mostly touching. 

His kisses trail from my lips down my jawline, leaving passionate and beautiful marks. 

He kisses down my neck. I let out a small moan when he reaches a certain place. I can feel his smirk against my skin as he keeps going down my chest until my collarbones. 

I reach my hands up to his suit jacket and take it off for him. He keeps kissing my neck as I remove all his shirt buttons, panting from the exhilaration of it all. 

Once I've removed his shirt I look up at his strong build. "Are you sure you want to?" Grayson queries, separating his lips from my skin. 

"Yeah." I nod with a grin. "Is this okay? Do you not want it to be somewhere special?" He asks worriedly. 

"Gray, this is perfect." I smile, "Have you.. ever.. done it before?" I struggle to find my words. "Yeah, I have a couple times with Emily.. Have you?" He asks.

I shake my head. "We don't have to." He assures me. "No, I want to." I tell him. He looks at me unsurely, trying to sense if I actually want to or just feel pressured to. "I really want to Grayson." I nod with a smile.

He separates our bodies a little to allow me some space to peel my dress off my heated body.

His eyes shamelessly trail down my whole body, taking in every detail.

He goes onto his elbows again, continuing to kiss me. I let him snake his arm around my body and unclip my bra. I pull my bra away and drop it to the floor. 

He looks at me like he's never seen me in his life before. Like I'm the greatest thing in the world. His lips meet my bare chest, sucking down on the sensitive skin until he reaches my nipples. 

He plays with the piercing on my nipple with his tongue, making me gasp as how good it feels. 

His kisses trail down my entire stomach until they reach my hips above where my underwear start. 

His tongue teases over the lingerie and with his teeth he pulls them down a little, pulling them fully off with his hands. I hear his breathing hitch as he admires me. 

"Fuck." I yell out when I realise something, he looks at me with worry, "Do you have a condom?" I ask him. He starts searching through his pockets, "Do you happen to be extra extra small?" I ask, thinking back to the joking gift my friends gave me.

He looks down at me affronted like it was an insult. 

He pulls one out his back pocket and I smile with relief. I unbutton his pants for him and he kicks them off. When I help remove his boxers I realise he's anything but XXS. Quite the opposite actually. 

"Eyes are up here sweetheart." He smirks when he notices my stare. He fumbles to open the condom and roll it on. 

When it's on he asks me one last time if I'm sure, I nod. 

I'm surprised by how much it actually hurts. It feels good, but still hurts a lot. 

I cringe in discomfort after only a second. I can feel a couple tears lining my eyes from the pressure. He keeps it slow at first. I go stiff as my whole lower half aches. 

He notices my pain and irritation. "You want me to stop?" He asks worriedly. I shake my head immediately, "No."

He takes my hand in his and tells me to squeeze it if it hurts. Then he keeps going. I find myself squeezing down on his hand at first really hard until my fingers go white. 

His other hand brushes some hair off my face, we keep the eye contact the whole time.

After the initial pain it starts to feel really good and I can actually enjoy it more. "You can go faster." I tell him. He nods and starts going a little faster. 

We continue kissing as we go. He speeds up a little more and we both start to let out a couple moans and gasps.

He speeds up a little more until we reach a pace we're both comfortable at. We both become a medley of gasps and moans until eventually we're both ready to release ourselves. 

"G- Gray." I moan as I let go of myself all over my sheets, squeezing his hand. Moments later he does too.

He lays down beside me as we both stare at the ceiling for a little, our sweaty hands still interlocked as we pant.

I prop myself up on my elbows, the sight of my some blood on my sheets shock me. I feel my cheeks growing a bright color of red as I lay back down. Grayson rolls onto his side to look at me. 

"It's normal." He assures me. I roll onto my side to face him as well. It still hurts a little.

His hand traces down my figure softly. My whole body feels numb. 

He pulls me close to him to spoon as he draws circles on my stomach. "Are you okay?" He asks me quietly, his lips leaving gentle kisses on my neck and jaw from behind. 

"Yeah. It hurt a little." I confide. 

He's about to reply before a ringing on my phone interrupts him. I groan and reach over to turn it off. A FaceTime call from Xander.

"Xander." I tell him. I press the decline button and start to say something. My phone rings again. I hang up. 

It rings again seconds later. I hang up.

Again. I hang up.

"He won't stop." Grayson warns me. "Little prick." He shakes his head as I throw a blanket over my nude body and Grayson's entire body. Xander Hawthorne you better have a good excuse.

I press accept and only show my face. It's a shared call with Max who is at her own home right now.

On the other side Xander and Max burst into song, "Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to Pear Bear, Happy Birthday to you." 

I put the best smile on my face as I can. "Thanks guys." I smile gratefully. 

"Why were you declining my calls." Xander asks sceptically. "I was asleep, I thought it was my alarm." I lie. 

I hear a small snort under the blanket. "Who was that?" Max asks. "Nothing. It was just me." I reply a little too quickly to not sound suspicious.

"Why were you sleeping in a full face of makeup, with the lights out, at 8pm on your birthday?" Xander asks, clearly not buying my excuse for a second. 

"I was watching a movie and I fell asleep." I lie again. 

"Move the camera away from your face." Max orders. 

I put the camera directly above my body with my arm straight, thankfully the blanket covers my breasts and all of Grayson.

"Are you naked?" Xander asks disgusted. "Gotta let my body breathe." I shrug. 

"Lovely." He nods sarcastically in response. 

Max gasps, "You dyed your hair!" She notices excitedly. "It looks good." Xander complements. I smile kindly, "Thanks."

I feel lips press against my stomach and slowly make their way down, I try to kick Grayson away but he keeps going down further and further, I can basically feel the smug smirk he's wearing. 

"You okay Pear?" Max asks me as she sees my face falter a little. 

"Mhm." My voice cracks. 

The lips reach right above a certain place. "Get your face out of there!" I warn before he can kiss me again.

"What was that?" Xander speaks immediately. 

"Just my roommates really annoying dog, its digging through my trash can. It's really unpleasant to look at and thinks it's the funniest thing to walk this earth. I'm thinking about getting it put down." I speak firmly. 

"Oh I love dogs, let me see." Max grins excitedly. 

"What? You're- you're breaking up." I pretend to glitch before hanging up and throwing the phone to the side.

"You're not funny babe" I laugh as I pull the blanket off his face and reveal Grayson. He looks up at me grinning like a devil.

He connects our lips for a passionate kiss. "Happy mother fucking birthday to me." I grin as I place my face in his neck. 

"Uhmm Paris babe, you never hung up." Max laughs from my phone. "Fuck." I yelp as I grab my phone and cover the camera. 

"Did you see that?" I ask them. "No your camera was facing the ceiling. But we expect a call later!" Xander insists. 

I hang up and double check it's definitely off.

"That was close." Grayson smirks. 

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into my chest as I play with his hair between my fingers. 

The doorbell suddenly rings and I sit up immediately. I jump around to put my underwear on and pull the dress back on. I run downstairs and open the door. 

Nobody. I look around. A large box on the doormat. 

I look for motion around but nothing. Not a car in sight. 

Grayson comes down the stairs a moment later wearing only trousers, having not had enough time to put his shirt back on. 

I think something on my face looks pretty alarmed because his smirk drops into a rather concerned one. 

He walks towards me, I gesture to the box. He heads onto the porch and looks around. 

When he notices nobody is in sight he comes back to my side and we both stare at the box.

"Should I call someone?" He asks, "Like who?" I raise a brow. We're both targeted teenagers living in Massachusetts without any security. 

"The cops? It could be a bomb for all we know." Grayson says worriedly. 

Despite his words I pick up the box and walk to the kitchen with it. "Okay just pick up the potential explosive device and put it on your kitchen table." Grayson shrugs sarcastically. 

I take scissors and open the box. "Paris seriously. I know you've managed to outrun death so many times it's nothing to you but if that's a bomb and you're opening the box without thought then you might not be so lucky. If I have to watch you blow up the second I finally sleep with you." He warns. 

"If it's a bomb then it would've gone off by now." I shrug as I open the box. "Famous last words." He takes a step back. 

I look inside the box and pretend to act shocked. "Shit! It is a bomb!" I joke. 

Grayson doesn't hesitate to run towards me and lift me up as he starts to run. "I'm kidding!" I burst out laughing. 

He places me down and looks at me like I just escaped from an insane asylum. "What is wrong with you, why would you joke about that?" He breaths heavily. 

"Because I got to see that amazing reaction." I cackle. "You're insane Paris. Insane." He shakes his head with a small laugh. 

I walk back over to the box and look inside it. In between thousands of layers of bubble wrap is an even smaller box. 

I take the box out as Grayson watches me closely. "Could still be a bomb." He shrugs as he pours himself a glass of water. 

Inside the smaller box is a variety of things. A small jewellery box, a few photos, some postcards and a letter.

I read the letter first.

My Riley,

Sorry for all the dramatics princess, I couldn't risk being seen. Happy Birthday. I can't believe it's been 17 years since the night you were born. Every Birthday you've had has always just been another year I hadn't met my gorgeous daughter yet. But now I have. And despite not being able to spend your birthday with you again this year, I'm happy I can finally give you a gift. I'm so incredibly proud of you and the lady you're becoming and I know your Mother would be too. For all sixteen years before this, there has been one unsent postcard for you. Now, you can finally read them. I can't wait to hear how your dance school is going. Remember to always reach for the stars and when you think you've caught them all, go for the moon.

Love Toby.

"It's from Toby." I tell Grayson with a huge smile on my face. He found the countertop to read the letter, I pass it to him and start looking through the rest of the contents of the box. 

I pick up the photos first. The first photo is my Mother in the hospital holding a baby, on the back is 'Hannah and Paris. August 29th 2004. Only time I saw her.' Scrawled in smudged black ink. 

The next is my Mother wearing only the sheets of a bed around her body. She looks a lot younger here, she's laughing and her cheeks are a little red. On the back of this one all it says is 'Hannah' and a small love heart. 

The final photo is a girl with amber hair and green eyes. I almost think it's Emily until I realise. It's Eve.

My sister. She's smiling as she looks at the camera. Something is rather daunting about that smile. Something that sends chills down my spine.

Other than the hair and eyes, we're identical. There's no denying it. Emily, Eve and I are all identical. I read the back, 'Thought you may like to see a photo of your sister' in a different type of ink that the others, this one looks newer and fresher.

I place the photos down and read over all the postcards. Just as promised there's a total of 17. Each one written on my birthday. No address on the four lines, just blank space.

Finally with teary eyes I place them all down and open the jewellery box. It's a ring. And a tiny folded note. 

Riley,

I bought this ring over 17 years ago in plans of proposing to your Mother. I ended up backing out in fear. It was the biggest mistake of my life. I was selfish and never tried. But this is me trying. I may have messed things up with your Mother but I still have you. Think of this ring as a promise that I'll never mess it up with you like I did Hannah. 

- Toby

I cry as I place the ring on my finger. He was going to propose. I can't imagine how different things would've been if he had. I wouldn't have had to put up with Ricky. We probably wouldn't have been in poverty our entire lives. I would have grew up with a Father. Maybe Mom wouldn't have died. If she had the love of her life by her side helping her through it and stopping her daughter from getting her sick she could have held on.

I find myself sobbing as I think of the possibilities. Grayson walks towards me and lets me cry into his arms as he reads the letter, once he does he understands why I'm crying. He hugs me back and comforts me.

(a/n. Wow. Ever since I read the line "I kissed a girl at Harvard" during the final gambit I decided this would be a plotline. Paris is the girl. And you best believe they didn't just kiss. Just to make sure it's known, I've never written smut before and I know that wasn't as spicy as most stuff on this app but it's enough. I'm not claiming this to be anything near what is considered 'good smut' especially because I'm still a teenager and haven't even held hands with a guy. I also didn't want to romanticise 'the first time' thing too much but I promise soon there may or may not be something better and more spicy. Thanks for reading, let me know your thoughts.)