Best Halloween (Tay Jardine/You)

Best Halloween

Buzz.

You look at your phone and smile seeing the message.

You crinkle your nose as her soft dark hair tickles your skin.

"Whatcha doing?"

Inquisitive brown eyes look at your phone reading your text messages.

You move the phone closer to her face and start to explain.

"I promised to have a Halloween party last year. "

Tay looks up from your phone head tilted eyebrows drawn in confusion .

"But you hate parties."

You flush and fidget looking at the ground instead of Tay's face.

"It's not that," you mutter. "I just don't like big crowds of people".

"Then why are you throwing a party if you're not into that shit?"

You dodge her gaze embarrassed.

"Y/N?"'

"I lost the bet," you say under your breath.

"What?"

You look up from your lap and bite your lip before saying it again.

"I lost the bet. They said you liked me and I said you didn't. They said we'd be together by Halloween and I said it'd never happen."

Tay makes a face understanding immediantely.

"So now you need to hold a party?"

You nod letting out a large sigh.

"If you can't do this-"

You interrupt the out being given shaking your head vehemently.

"I can do this," you reassure her. "It won't be spectacular or huge but I can do this.

You exhale loudly.

"I just need to think about costumes now."

Tay furrows her eyebrows drawing back a little.

"What do you mean?"

You blush embarrassed.

"I want to.. I've always thought that... it was cute to see the couple costumes..thing," you finish awkwardly and make a face.

"Would you mind if we did that?"

You glance away for a second trying to have some semblance of chill.

"Got it, babe."

You look back and see a small smile spread across Tay's face.

"Don't worry about it."

You move your head much like a puppy confused and Tay's smile widens.

"I got it. I'll take care of it."

You smile excited and almost jump onto Tay to kiss her.

She laughs before catching you by the waist and smiling into the kiss.

Two weeks later...

"I'm freaking out," you admit freely on the phone trying to cook.

Operative word: trying.

Somehow you'd manage to confuse salt and sugar and was trying to desperately fix it.

"Chill," she laughed into the phone and you sighed smiling.

"I have no chill," you freely admit and smiled until you heard the guys and Tay laugh.

One voice said something like "she really doesn't" and that's when you knew.