Canyon Moon

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

"Taylor, your phone keeps going off. Answer it, it's getting annoying as hell," Gigi complained.

I got up from my bed and went into the living room. Who the fuck is texting me? Literally, nobody ever texts me because I hate human interaction, "Did you look at my shit?" I confronted Gigi.

"What? No, I'm just trying to watch Criminal Minds but that keeps going off," she pointed to my phone.

I grabbed it harshly off the armrest, "If I find out you looked through it, you'll regret it," I warned.

"Yeah yeah, shut up! Reid is confronting the unsub," she got back to her TV show.

I turned on the screen and it was an unknown number. What the fuck? Oh shit, it's Harry. Great, he actually texted me. I fucking regret giving him my number now. What was I thinking? You're an actual fucking idiot. You are never drinking again.

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Hi Taylor, it's Harry :)

Hope you're still up for tonight

I'll pick you up at 7:00?
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Uh, yeah no. I'm not going on a "date" with him. I know I said I was going to toy around with him but he seems too invested. I'm not trying to have a stalker once I break his heart. Appreciate his consistency though, never had a man want to sleep with me that bad.

My stomach is rumbling, shit, I forgot to eat. I haven't eaten anything since like yesterday before getting ready for the concert. Wow, you really need to get your shit together. I took my phone with me to our small ass kitchen. I don't even know if you can consider it a kitchen. It's literally a stove, a fridge, sink, and barley enough counter space to have a coffee maker and toaster. It's an open floor as it looks into the small ass living room. I could literally see Gigi on the couch from the stove.

I walked into the living room in order to get into the kitchen and I really wish there was another way of getting there because now I have to talk to Gigi, "Who was it?"

"None of your business, that's who," I replied and opened the fridge. God, we have absolutely no fucking food. I need to go get groceries because if I ask Gigi to do it, all she'll get is healthy shit and I'm not a rabbit. I'm not going to eat leaves for every meal. She'd be a fucking vegan if she didn't live with me. I am doing her a favor.

"Was it Harry? You said that he said he'd text you about date details," she smirked.

"I'm not going," I slammed the fridge door shut in frustration, "We have no fucking food!"

"Here, have this leftover lasagna," she showed me the Tupperware containing the lasagna. I walked over to her and went for it but she snatched it away, "Sit, and then I'll give it to you."

"I'd rather starve," I rolled my eyes and began walking away.

"Sit or else I will buy the groceries this month and I have multiple sponsors lined up this month so you know what that means? Delicious salads for the whole month," she threatened.

"Fuck, okay I'll sit," I went back and sat next to her. She gave me a sly smile and handed me the half-eaten lasagna. I am such a good fucking cook, this lasagna is fucking amazing, "Now tell me, why aren't you going on that date with Harry?"

"Because," I said with a mouth full of lasagna.

"I'll go buy the groceries..." she threatened again.

I swallowed the remaining food that was in my mouth, "You already know my answer Gi," I rolled my eyes at her ignorance.

"Not all guys are trash. Just because one guy did what he did to you does not mean they're all bad babe. Harry seems like a super sweet guy who wouldn't hurt a fly. I mean you even said yourself, he was very persistent ongoing on that date with you even after you were completely rude to him. He likes you, Taylor, he doesn't want to sleep with you. He doesn't want to hurt you," she said softly.