Dior Goodjohn, your best friend, and kind of your crush.

When you both first met, Dior could swear her heart started doing backflips. her stomach filled with every type of living thing.

The same thing was for you too, but it took you a bit longer to realize how you felt for Dior. How every time you saw her, it was like your insides did a little victory.

The way you both had late night text messages back and forth - they always ended at like three AM, and you'd be cuddled up in bed just texting her with a smile.

The way you both texted each other good night or good morning - and Dior was touchy with her friends, not too touchy, just a little bit.

So, you'd be seen with Dior's hand on your arm, or on yours - but usually when she was leading you around and you followed her around like a lost puppy.

Or it'd be you - depending on the place, and whether one of you both liked it.

But it was usually Dior leading you around with one hand.

Some of both of your friends found it cute - your friends would smile at you with a knowing look when they caught Dior holding your hand while picking something out.

And you would shoot them a subtle glare that clearly said - "Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

Dior would be holding your hand at any time - drinking coffee, scrolling through her phone, or literally while ordering food.

It didn't matter to you since you wanted her hand on yours, it was the closest thing you wanted even though you both weren't dating.

Even though you really wanted to kiss her as well - be able to normally kiss her on the cheek like a couple, but you didn't. Holding hands was enough.

Leah and Tamara have noticed too - how after interviews in hotel rooms, she would be texting and giggling under her blanket like a little kid.

And they decided to do something about it to get you both to bond.

Which was why you both were forced to go to a mall together on some date, which was why now, Dior had her hand on yours while she was looking through some clothes.

It was alright, but you hated the fact you guys had been here for AN HOUR, standing while Dior searched through clothes in some store that had expensive clothing. "Seriously, there's no clothes here..." Dior muttered.