Warzone - A Tom Parker Fanfic (The Wanted)

Chapter 44 - London Eye

Delilah's POV:

I did not enjoy waking up early, but I was extremely excited to pick up Taylor!

For the moment, I drove to the airport in black leggings, an over sized gray cotton sweater, and combat boots.

I held a white sign that said "Taylor :)" on it as I waited.

About 15 minutes later a girl walked towards me.

"Delilah! HI!" a dirty blond said.

"You must be Taylor." I said smiling.

She was in jeans, converse and hoodie. She had hazel eyes and was a couple inches taller than me.

"You ready to go?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm good." Taylor said with a big smile.

We talked and got to know each other on the road, and turns out we have more in common that I thought. She hates spiders; loves chocolate, pancakes, and tea just like me. I liked her already.

"It's not very big, but make yourself at home." I said as we walked in.

"Are you kidding? This is huge!" Taylor said.

I laughed. "Follow me, I'll show you where you'll be staying."

I hadn't really thought about this part, so I guess she would stay in my room. I would stay in Tom's room.

"I'm guessing this is your room." Taylor said giggling.

"Yeah, but for now it's yours." I said. "I'll clean out the dresser later for you to put your things in."

"Where are you going to stay then?"

"I'll stay in Tom's room."

"Do they know I'm here?"

"No. They're in South America for a week."

"So we're alone?"

"Yep. Just you and me."

Taylor smiled. "Party Time!!!" She yelled.

I laughed. "Sounds like a plan! But I have to to my interview first." 

"Interview? Like a job interview?" Taylor asked.

"Yeah. I should probably get ready."

I searched the closet and Taylor stood next to me.

"Oh you can't wear that." Taylor said pointing at the dress I was holding.

"What do you think I should wear?"

Taylor stood next to me and looked once more. In a matter of minutes she had an outfit picked out.

"It's professional but sexy. Guaranteed to get the job." Taylor said.

"I like the way you think." I said smiling.

I looked in the long mirror and I loved this outfit. The black pencil stopped right at my knee and I was loving this floral print tank top. We added a chunky belt and decided on black heels with a strap in the middle.

I quickly curled my hair and did my make up and we were ready.

"What kind of job are you interviewing for?" Taylor asked in the car.

"An assistant." I replied.

"What kind of assistant?"

"No idea."

"What if it's for like a serial killer or chi-mo?"

"I'm trying to stay positive."

We laughed and before we knew it, we were there.