Tayler Holder Imagines 💗

Post Malone Concert

"Come on! Please Tayler?" I pouted as I made puppy eyes at my boyfriend.

"Fine. The things I do for this girl, huh? You're lucky I love you." He teased as I scrambled onto his shoulders.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" I rambled as I kissed the top of his head repeatedly.

From here, I could see everything. All of the teenagers who were already drunk and making out passionately, all of the food trucks and merch stands lined up on the outskirts of the area, but most important of all, I could see every square inch of the stage where THE Post Malone was due to be standing in a couple of minutes.

Now, I'm not saying I'd dump Tayler for Post Malone, but I'd DEFINITELY not even hesitate between the two if Post Malone suddenly took an interest in me. I mean come on. I don't know how to explain it, but that man sounds as if he was BORN with the ability to rap well.

Pshhhhhh, I'm totally kidding. Can you tell I have to keep telling myself that?

Anyway, in this moment I felt as if no one could touch me. I was invincible! Except for the one guy who just brushed his sweaty armpit on my leg. Ew.

"Oooooooooo I fall apart" I heard as I was busy trying to get the damp spot that the sweaty guy left on my leg off.

"NO FKN WAY!" I screamed. "TAYLER THAT'S FKN POST MALONE OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I'M FREAKING OUT!"

"Really? You can't tell." Tayler muttered slyly, keeping a tight hold on my legs for fear I would fall off from too much enthusiasm.

"HOW ARE YOU NOT FREAKING OUT?! THAT'S POST FKN MALONE HOLY CHEESEBALLS!" I squeal straight into Tayler's ears.

"SHE TOLD ME THAT I'M NOT ENOUUUUUGH" I sang along.

"AND SHE LEFT ME WITH A BROKEN HEAAAAART" this time Tayler joined in.

Damn. I already felt like I was losing my voice. Maybe I should tone back on how loud I'm singing. Besides, the only person who can hear my awful singing is poor Tayler who, might I add, did not look like he was enjoying himself one bit.

"SORRY BABE. I'LL TRY TONE IT DOWN A BIT. DON'T WANT TO RUIN YOUR POOR EARS."

"I think it's a little too late for that." He winced as he rubbed his ears.

Feeling bad, I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss onto the tips of both ears. "There we go. All better."

"Actually, my lips hurt from your singing too." Tayler stuck his lips out. What a cheeky boy.

Laughing, I unhooked my legs from around his shoulders and travelled them down so they were now hooked around his waist. Leaning in, I gave him a quick peck before sliding onto the ground and continuing to sing along.

The concert went on like that for a while, with me fangirling about Post to Tayler every few seconds and singing along to every song. That's right, I knew the words to EVERY song. Not just Candy Paint, I Fall Apart and Psycho like all of the other mainstream teenagers here. I told you, he really is my favourite artist of all time.

This concert was also a really nice opportunity to get closer to Tayler. I mean, we were always pressed against each other in some way. Whether it be him hugging me from behind as we swayed along to some of his slower songs, me on his shoulders or on his back. I can safely say this was a night I'd never forget.

And Post Malone, if you're reading this, hit me up 😉 huh? Who said that?