Gianna's POV-
I wake up to Taylor sleeping next to me. Last night was bullshit. Everyone's tweeting about how Taylor should get aids because of a video made 2 years ago.
My phone began to blow up with tweets directing to me. I slide my phone and unlock it. I click on the Twitter app and go to notifications. 201. I shake my head, preparing myself for what these could be about. Maybe hate comments, things about Taylor, fans just tweeting at me.
I scoff, clicking on the little bell at the bottom of the screen. Once my phone takes its time to load all 201 comments, I read over them. They're all about Taylor.
I flip my body away from Taylor and I respond back to one.
"How about you leave Taylor the fuck alone? He didn't do shit to you! Quit holding your two fucking year grudge. Grow the fuck up and move on! @tyleroakley I hope you're happy!"
I tweet it and Taylor tightens his grip on me. I turn back around and hug Taylor around his neck. He pulls me closer and wraps both arms around my waist.
"I love you, Taylor."
He opens his left eye and kisses my forehead, "You already know my response, babe."
I smile and tell him about my Twitter blowing up. Again, my phone went off. It was a tweet. I unlock my phone and read the comment.
"sLAYED ^"
I laugh and lock my phone.
Taylor has a frown on his face and I cup his face in my hands, "Don't be upset Tay."
He nuzzles his head in my chest and I can feels tears slipping down my collar bones. I rub his back with one hand and play with his hair with my other. I'm stuck in a trance. I just stare off, looking at my hands that have his hair in them. I continue to rub his back and he silently sobs his heart out. His grip tightens and he picks his head up. His eyes are red and puffy and his face is blotchy. I, again, cup his face, wiping away the sliding tears with my thumbs. He puckers his lips and I laugh, planting a peck on his lips.
"Tay, how about we go downstairs, eat breakfast, and go to the backyard and swing on the hammock without our phones out there? The view of the ocean will relax you, I promise."
He nods and gets up. As I still lay there, I turn my body to look out the window. Grey sky and rain racing down the window. I get up and walk over to Taylor. He's brushing his teeth and I wrap my arms around his waist, resting my head in between his shoulder blades. Once he's finished he turns to me and brings me into a really really really tight hug. His arms are around my waist, mine around his neck. I pull away and brush my teeth as he goes to the bathroom.
When we're both finished, we walk down to the kitchen where I start to make french toast. Taylor takes a seat on the couch in front of the fire with his phone in his hand. I walk over and see that hes on Twitter. I grab his phone from his hand and turn it off putting it in my back pocket.
"Don't make yourself feel worse by looking at the hashtag, Taylor."
"But, I can't stop my phone from blowing up, G."
"You can by turning it off, babe. I'm almost done. We'll eat and go outside."
...
Once we finished eating, we went outside to the hammock. Taylor sat down first and dragged me onto his lap. I cross my legs and wrap my arms around his neck and pecked his cheek. He smiles big. It makes me happy to see him smiling because of one small thing. A kiss. I nuzzle my head into his neck and move down my arms from his neck to his waist. He wraps his arms around the upper half of my body.
It was pretty quiet for the first 5-10 minutes.
"Do I deserve this?" Taylor asks.
I jump up and look down at him. "No Taylor! Why? Do you think you do?"
He looks out at the view and nods.
"Taylorrr. You do not deserve this, babe. Not at all! But, unfortunately, there's to many to fight off. We'll get through it, trust me."
There's at least a long 5 minute silence.
(Put Lightweight by Demi Lovato on right now!)
"Hey Gianna, I wanted to give this back to you..." he pulls out a velvet box and opens it. "Remember our promise?"
I look at the box and up at him. I nod slowly and he pulls out the band and places it on my right middle finger, "Can we not forget about it? This means everything Gianna. Please, never ever forget our promise..."
I twist the ring around my finger and look up at him. I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze him tightly. "I promise."
His arms grip my waist and I can hear him sniffling. I pull away, "Why are you crying?"
"Because, this means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me and this promise of ours, I will never forget it. You, Gianna, are the most beautiful human being out there. You and I can be together forever if we put in the effort for it. You mean everything, leaving no choice, Gianna. You're the only one in control of my heart. You're the one that gives me butterflies whenever you look at me. You're the one that made my heart hurt when we got in that fight about Jill. You're the one that makes me smile for no reason. You're the one I love looking at. You're the one that is hot even without makeup, with unbrushed hair, in messy clothes, and lazy. You're the one I wanna get in a fight with and we make up seconds after because we love each other no matter what. But most importantly, you're the one I wanna keep this promise with forever and ever. You're the one that I wanna call mine, Gianna."
I stare at him with tears welled in my eyes, "Taylor, I-I don't know what to say." I feel the tears slip out of my eyes. He wipes them away with his thumb and rubs that spot. I see him lean in and so do I. We connect our lips and that's when it was perfect. The waves were crashing, the rain falling, the birds chirping. Everything was perfect. Once we pull away, he looks at me and smiles. I smile back and bury my head into his bare chest. He draws circles in my back with his right hand and strokes my hair with his right.
"I love you, baby girl," he whispers.
I kiss his chest, "I love you too."
Kassidy's POV-
I walked into the kitchen and made a mug of coffee. As I turn around to get the hot pot full of coffee, I look out the glass french doors, I see Gianna and Taylor. Taylor's face is blotchy and Gianna is trying to comfort him. I smile at them and just watch them. Their love life is like Romeo and Juliet. It's contagious of watching.
I see Matt walk in with Oreo.
"Goodmorning Princess," Matt says, hugging me from behind and planting a wet kiss on my cheek.
"Goodmorning. Look who's outside."
He turns his whole body at Gianna and Taylor.
"Aww."
I nod, "Have you seen the hate Taylor's getting right now?"
(Listen to Together by Demi Lovato Feat. Jason Derulo right now!)
He shakes his head, "What's going on?"
"People are telling him to kill himself. There's a worldwide trend with the hashtag #everyonewantstaylorcanifftogetAIDS. And it was all because of a fucking video that Taylor made based upon gays two years ago. It's a load of-"
"Bullshit?" he says.
I nod.
He shakes his head, "Poor Taylor."
We both look out to them and Taylor's crying into Gianna's chest. You can tell by his uneven breathing and how his body moves unevenly. "I feel bad for him Kass..."
I nod, "We should be. Who the hell has the balls to tell Taylor to kill himself?"
We see Taylor pull out a velvet box. "He told me about how we was planning on giving it back to her," Matt said. Tears fall from the corners of Gianna's eyes and they kiss.
I see Matt smiling.
"Let's go watch a movie," he says, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers. We walk to the guest room with little Oreo walking behind us.
