Misters Before Sisters (Part 2) | G.D.
Requested by: Anon
It was 4:17 a.m. You were laying in bed, wide awake, because there was no possible way you could sleep. How could you sleep, when your heart is literally ripping itself into a thousand tiny pieces? Your eyes hurt too. Probably from all the crying. You were partially convinced that they would turn red permanently. They were dried out and bloodshot and somehow still open. You wanted to sleep, but you didn’t want to wake up. You wanted to sleep, but you didn’t want to dream, because then he would be there.
You’d met him on his tour. He had captivated you instantly, and slipped his number in your back pocket. You went on a date the next day. And then he had to continue on with the tour and you spent 2 months dating over the phone. You’d moved out to L.A., to live with a friend, and you got to see him more often. You spent all your waking time together, and you got super close with his twin brother. You were in love. And then a year after you met him, your sister had moved to L.A., to live with you. You’d gotten a new apartment, and things were looking good, and then she started acting weird. She would act different around Grayson, and ask to hang out with the twins, and sometimes you caught her glaring at you when she thought you couldn’t see. But you saw. You just didn’t understand until it was too late.
It had been a week. A week since he told you that maybe you were never meant to work out. A week since you had seen your sister. Somehow she’d convinced him that you weren’t who he thought you were.
You missed him. And it hurt. It hurt so fucking much. Because you loved him with your entire heart. You trusted him with everything you had. And all of a sudden, he wasn’t yours to trust anymore. He wasn’t yours to love.
It had been another week. Strangely, he’d been absent from social media. Ethan wasn’t very active either. You still didn’t know where your sister was. Honestly, you didn’t care. You didn’t really care about anything. He was the one who held your heart, and when he left he took it with you. You barely ate, you barely slept, and you spent a whole lot of time wondering what was wrong with you and what wrong in your life and was there even really a point to life anymore?
Two days later, you found yourself staring down at a bottle of sleeping pills. You were wondering how many you wanted to take. And then something in your brain switched and all of a sudden you found yourself in your car. Your mind was still catching up, but your body knew where you were going. Left, right, two blocks straight, left.
I’m knocking on the door and my pulse is rushing and for the first time in weeks I feel something inside me. The door opens, and Ethan stares back at me. He looks exhausted, and almost as broken as I am. His face shatters, and before I can ask what’s going on, his arms are around me, and things are slowly creeping towards being better. He doesn’t say a word, just leads me inside, and up the stairs to Grayson’s room. He pushes the door open, and walks away. Grayson is sleeping. He looks even more exhausted than Ethan, and he’s curled around a pillow. There is no sign of my sister. Grayson looks like he hasn’t left the room in days. And slowly, something inside me wins out, and I find myself crawling onto the bed, and taking the place of the pillow, until everything is almost okay.
I wake up to something wet falling down my cheek. There are warm lips everywhere. My forehead, my chin, my nose, my temple, my hair. I open my eyes to find Grayson hovering over me. There are tears slowly leaking from his eyes, and he covers me in an endless flurry of kisses.
“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry. I love you. I’ll love you forever. I haven’t left my room in days. I can’t eat. I can barely sleep. I need you. I need you to live. I sent your sister home on the first flight I could. You are the only one that matters to me, Y/N. You, and only you, until the day I stop breathing.”