Tayler Holder Imagines 💗

Couples Photoshoot

"Beautiful! Alright y/n, tilt your head to the left a little bit and look at Tayler. There we go. Magnificent!"

I did as the photographer asked as I sat on Tayler's Calvin Klein jean cladded lap. This was my very first photo shoot and so far, so good. I'm lucky I have my favourite person helping me through it.

"Tayler, put your forehead on y/n's and stare deep into her soul. That's it. No, don't laugh! Serious photo time, guys."

Tayler couldn't help but flashing a handsome smile as he placed his hands on my waist.

"I'm sorry, but this situation is too funny. We have a short man with a camera bigger than his whole body shouting at us what to do. How does he expect me not to laugh?"

At this, I let out a little giggle. He was right. That man was really tiny. And his camera was really big.

"No, not you too! Ugh. I give up. Next outfit!" The photographer declared as he stormed out of the room.

"Oops. Do you think we made him mad?" Tayler chuckled.

"Maybe a little bit." I replied, standing up and holding out an arm to him to help him up.

Leading him into his dressing room, I gave him a kiss on the cheek before returning to my mine to get changed into my new outfit. Damn, this one would for sure have him stop in his tracks. Tayler, I mean. Not the photographer.

I stand corrected. As soon as I walked out, Tayler stopped midway through his conversation with the photographer to wolf whistle at me. This kid was still as immature as he was when we first met, almost 5 years ago. But I loved it.

I blew a kiss to him as I put my hand on my hip and strutted down the hallway as if I were a model in the Victoria's Secret show. When I got to Tayler, I did a quick spin and put my arm around his waist as he wrapped his around mine. We both grinned widely at each other before turning back to the clearly impatient photographer.

"Well. Are we going to get this show on the road or not?"

After a few more different outfits and poses, we emerged back in our normal clothes getting ready to leave.

"Wait!" The photographer called as we opened the door.

"What does he want now? For me to do a fkn ballerina pose?" Tayler muttered.

"Don't be rude." I said, laughing.

"Don't you want to see your photos?" The photographer asked, gesturing towards the monitor.

Tayler and I looked at each other, confused. Silently, we communicated with our eyes and both agreed to look at our pictures then leave.

"Sure. Why not?" I said, grabbing Tayler's hand and dragging him along to where the photographer stood.

Me and Tayler stood in awe as the photographer flipped through each one. Stopping at a particular one for a longer amount of time, he nodded to himself.

"Ahhhh, yes. This one will definitely make it on the cover."

"Cover of what?" Tayler and I asked at the same time.

"Why, the cover of Vogue, of course!"