Canyon Moon

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

"Tay, can you help me zip this up please?!" I heard Gigi yell from the bathroom.

I got up from the couch and headed towards e bathroom. I walked into her struggling to zip up this extravagant gown, "Woah, which sponsor is this?" I headed over to her.

"Valentino. I can't get it to zip. It's super tight," she breathed out heavily from trying to suck it in. I helped her zip it back up, "Thank you."

"Mhm," I pulled the zipper up slowly, "Hey, Harry's coming over later. We're gonna watch movies and stuff," I started.

"And you want me to leave? Don't worry, I think Zayn would like to hang out today," she sucked it in again.

"No, actually I'd like you to stay. I can't be alone in private with him. Please Gigi," I zipped the dress all the way up, "Please don't let me be alone with him."

She finally breathed out and turned to face me, "Of course I won't but don't you think I'll ruin the moment? Ya know, by being there?" She questioned.

"Moment? We're just friends. You can be in the bedroom and we'll be in the living room. I don't care but I can't be left alone with him, please," I begged.

"Don't worry, I know how hard it is for you," she pulled me in for a hug, "I won't leave you alone, but Harry's a good guy Taylor. He won't hurt you," she frowned.

"I know, I know, I just—I'm just not ready. Letting him come to our apartment is a huge step for me and I think I should take it one big step at a time," a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Don't cry," she wiped my tear, "C'mon, help me take these pictures! This is our rent right here!" We chuckled, lightening up the mood.

I helped her get onto the balcony and took pictures for her Instagram. I'm her photographer for most of her pictures on her Instagram but I like to stay anonymous. I don't have social media and I'll probably never get it. It's full of negativity and just awful shit. I've seen the awful things they've said to and about Gigi, it's disgusting.

I really don't know how it doesn't phase her. She literally doesn't care about all the negative opinions of her and I'll forever love that about her. She's just herself, no matter what. I really admire that. I guess living with me for two years will make you fucking grow thick skin. Whoops.

She makes up to $100,00 per post which fucking amazes me. I make that in a little less than a year. Her power amazes me, it's admirable, "Here, I think we got a few perfect ones, but there's a couple hundred to chose from," I handed the camera over to her. She thanked me and we went to sit on the couch.

I watched the TV as she flipped through the hundreds of pictures. Is she not suffocating in that dress? She still has it on. I checked my phone to see a message from Harry, a smile instantly grew on my face.

Harry
Hey, I'm here :)

Omw up

I locked my phone and smiled like a kid excited for some ice cream for breakfast. I went to the kitchen to put the popcorn in the microwave. I'm just waiting for the knock on the door, I haven't seen him in a while and I don't know, my heart feels things knowing I'll get to see him again. I heard a knock at the door, the smile grew wider.

Gigi looked over at me and smirked, "I wanna meet him."

"Meet him another time," I hissed.

"I'm going to be in the same apartment as him. I'm going to meet him," she got off the couch. She opened the door to a grinning Harry holding a bouquet of red roses. My heart melted, his eyes immediately searching for me, behind Gigi, "Hi, I'm Gigi. Taylor's best friend," she whispered the last two parts and looked back to smirk at me. She knew I hated it when she referred to me like that.