Arguments ♡ Grayson
anon:Hey! If your still taking request, can I get one where like they get into a little argument and then he leaves for Hawaii without her knowing and like maybe when he gets back the reader is at the airport or something? Thank you! Btw you have great writing!!
a/n: finally back! i know most people don’t read these, but oh well. i know the timeline dosen’t add up sometimes, but i wrote this before the vidwo came out, sorry! and i loved this so much omg!
If you could take it all back, you would. The argument, the fighting, everything. You just had to get mad over stupid things, which turned into bigger things, and now Grayson was on an Airplane to god knows where, and you were stuck in the apartment, alone. You tried calling him, over and over again, but then realized he wouldn’t pick up until he landed. “God, I’m so stupid” You cried, throwing yourself onto you and grayson’s bed. You tried texting him, but no messages would go through, pissing you off more.
You refreshed his snapchat’s until you finally seen that he landed. You instantly tried calling him-it instantly going to voicemail. “Damnit Gray” You cursed, trying to think of something to do, in order to get ahold of him. You thought of calling his parents, they probably weren’t with him. “Ethan” You shouted, your finger typing faster then your brain could register. “PIck Up, Pick up, Pick up” You softly said, hoping to god he would answer. Finally, he did. “y/n? Hey!” he sounded shocked that you called him, but you instantly questioned him “Ethan, I have no Idea where grayson is. He won’t pick up my calls, or answer my text’s. I’m getting worried” You hoped Ethan knew where he was. “Really? I talked to him about-” Ethan paused, probably to try to find when he talked to Grayson, then returned to the phone “-about 20 minutes ago. It’s weird that he’s not answering your calls. He normally answers yours before mine” He laughed. You took a deep breath. “We got into a fight, Ethan.” You slowly said it, so you could register that’s the reason he wasn’t answering. “You and Gray? Fighting?” He suddenly started laughing, “Listen, Ethan. Can I just come over, and we can try to find him? Together?” You ask, biting you lip. “Sorry, y/n I’m all the way in Colorado. So unless you wanna come here-” “You’re in Colorado? Where’s gray?” You cut him off, hoping he would answer. “He obviously doesn’t want you to know, sorry y/n” he clarified. “Fine, thanks for all your help” You spat, hanging up the phone.
You instantly went to his snapchat, seeing if he posted anything else, hoping he would post it to keep the fans updated. Sure enough he did. “Hawaii?” You questioned, “Why in the hell would He go to Hawaii?” You asked yourself, replaying the picture over and over, hoping to get a clue.
The next few days you heard rumors that Grayson was with another girl, and you hoped to god it wasn’t true. It had been a few days since he left, and you were suddenly bored. You had barely any friends, and they were all but they were all busy.
Ethan: All I can tell you is he lands at LAX in about 45 minutes.
y/n: Thanks so much Ethan. I owe you. Big Time <3
You knew you wanted to go meet Grayson, but you didn’t know if you wanted to get all dressed up. You still didn’t know if he left because of the fight, or if it was for a video or something. You didn’t want to take any chances, so you threw on his favorite pair of jeans, and his favorite top, and was out the door, on your way to the airport. About 10 minutes passed, and you were finally in the parking lot of the LAX Airport. You still weren’t sure if you should go in, not wanting to draw attention to grayson. You thought about it for longer than you thought you would’ve, then finally went into the Airport.
LAX was huge, if his Airplane was across the airport, there was no way you would make it. “Miss? You okay?” You felt someone tap on your shoulder, instantly turning towards them. “Yeah- Yeah” You shook your head, “Where is the Airplane from Hawaii landing?” You asked, hoping it was close. “Um,-” She pulled something out of her pocket, “Terminal 34-A” She smiled, sending you on your way.
You looked around, ‘32-D’ ‘33-A’, then you started to run, watching as the signs flew by, before finally coming to 34-A. You stopped, took a deep breath, then walked to the nearest person you could find. “I-Is this the plane from Hawaii?” You questioned, still trying to catch your breath. “Yes Ma’am. But the last person just exited, sorry.” He smiled, then walked away.
“Fuck” You mumbled, under your breath. You sat down on a nearby chair, pulling out your phone, trying to call Grayson again. No Answer. Groaning, you threw your phone into your jacket pocket, then got up again, trying to find him. “Grayson?” You yelled, not caring if fan’s where in the airport. “Gray” You called again, getting aggravated. “Grayson Dolan?” Someone asked, coming up to your side. Turning around, you seen a girl who looked about 13-give or take a few years. “You were yelling Grayson, I was wondering if it was Grayson Dolan” She repeated, you still standing still. “Yes. Yes, Grayson Dolan, he should be here somewher-” before you could even finish the girl squealed, running off to go find her friends. You slouched your shoulders, knowing you fucked up.
“y/n” you heard a deep voice call, making you turn around. “Grayson” You whispered, jumping on him. You instantly connected your lips, and he spun around. “I missed you so much” He smiled, once you broke the kiss.”I missed you, too baby girl” He smiled, grabbing your hand, and walking out of the Airport.
“So, you’re not mad at me” You questioned, as you loaded his luggage into the trunk. “How could I ever be mad at you, princess? I mean, yeah, sure, I was mad at first, but me and Ethan have been planning this for months. The fan’s are going to love it” He chuckled, closing the trunk, then grabbing your hands. “I love you, y/n. I could never stay mad at you for more then 10 minutes” He laughed, making you laugh too. He gave you a small kiss, before you both went home, him telling you all about the trip on the 15 minute drive home.