Match Maker | T. Swift x OC

Chapter Four

Mallory scoffed, "for you information, no. No, I didn't," she shook her head with a smile, "I sung Fifteen, duh."

Taylor laughed and Mallory grinned victoriously. "God, Mal. Go get ready, everyone will be here by noon,"

Taylor's friends were late, unsurprisingly, but it gave Taylor more time to get the house ready. Finger food was on the coffee table and the dining table. Coolers were filled with beer by the enormous blow-up water slide. She was so ready for the day. Mallory could tell by the way she practically bounced off the walls.

They started the party by the sea. The girls, which consisted of everyone from Blake Lively to Ruby Rose. Mallory nearly had a heart attack when she saw Blake and Ryan. Mostly Blake, though.

A photo of the ladies were taken by Ryan as the guys stayed on the sand for the most part. Until Tom took off his shirt revealing his 'I <3 T.S.' t-shirt. Taylor blushed a deep red as he swam over to her. She hugged him tightly as her friends cheered for her.

Taylor kissed him softly, breaking away in a giggle when the cheers got louder.

After the beach, they made their way to the pool. Taylor and her friends seemed to only get more hyper each time they rode the slide. Mallory stayed by the pool, easing into a conversation with Ryan and Tom.

Tom made a joke about how Mallory recognised Ryan and not himself, which led to the older of the two teasing the other.

Mallory grinned, sipping her beer, "I'm sorry, Ryan. Not to cut off your victory speech, but i only know you because I think your wife is fit," She shrugged, making Blake laugh from where she was sat next to Ryan.

Tom laughed, too, and Mallory gave an innocent smile to Ryan, who jokingly rolled his eyes.

"Mal!" A familiar voice screeched, "You have to have a go! Come on!" Taylor yelled, pulling Mallory to her feet before she had the chance to argue.

"Are you on something? Taylor, I am not going up there!" Mallory looked skeptically at the slide as Taylor stopped and turned to her with a pout, "no. Don't look at me like that!"

She put on her best puppy-dog eyes. "Please?" Taylor held her hands together, "for me? Maaaal," She dragged out. "We're doing tattoos later. I'll let you tattoo whatever the hell you want wherever the hell you want on me."

Mallory looked at the slide once more, then at Taylor's friends who were cheering for her. How drunk were they? Mallory was still on her first beer. Then again, they were American and apparently (according to all high school tv shows) got drunk off beer and beer alone at parties.

"Fine." Mallory rolled her eyes at the blonde's over enthusiastic squeal. She allowed herself to be dragged up the slide, flipping off Tom as pulled out his phone and started recording her.

"On the count of three, we run and jump, okay?" Taylor asked, gripping Mallory's hand tightly so that she couldn't let go. "One, two-"

"Wait, Taylor-" Mallory screamed as she forced her legs to move at the same rate as Taylor's so that she didn't fall or twist her ankle.

She heard Taylor's screech of joy as they collided with the slide, still hand in hand, but now because Mallory was genuinely scared for her life.

Once at the bottom, Taylor broke into a fit of giggles, hugging Mallory tightly, "That was so fun!"

"I think i died," Mallory whispered in shock. "Seriously, I- i feel like I just had an outer-body experience. Like- Like my whole entire life flashed before my eyes. I'm not taking the piss, I just- fuck, I hate you so much," Mallory laughed with her.