2 in the morning. Grayson still isn’t home. He told you he’d be back hours ago. You called and text, countless times at this point, but you got no replies. Your nerves had calmed and you finally began to settle into bed, only to be jolted awake by your ringtone.
You snatched your phone off of the nightstand and quickly answered.
“Grayson, where are you?” You cried as soon as you answered.
“I’m almost home. I’m sorry if I worried you. Things just got out of hand at this party, and,-” He let out a loud sigh, “I fucked up (Y/N), worse than ever before.” He explained. You could hear tears in his voice.
“Grayson, what did you do?” You asked as a million and one scenarios played in your head.
“I can’t bare to tell you over the phone. I’ll see you when I get home.” He said, and with that, you heard a click as Grayson hung up. You laid in bed and cried as you waited for Grayson to come home, not knowing what the hell he was going to tell you.
20 minutes pass, but it felt like hours. You heard keys jingle outside the front door, Grayson stumbling as he made his way into the house. You jumped out of bed to meet him in the living room, falling into his arms.
“Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re home.” You whimpered. You felt him wince under your touch. “Oh, did I hurt you?” You asked, scared. The living room was still dark, but you could see his outline against the pale moonlight casting through the window. You flipped on the light, and were immediately in shock when you finally saw him in the light.
His white t-shirt now stained red, cuts and bruises covered his face.
“Grayson, what the hell?” You asked.
“I told you I fucked up.” He said, a hint of sadness in his voice.
“Gray, tell me what happened.” You said sitting down next to him.
“Please, don’t be mad at me.” He began. “I know you told me not to worry about it, but I couldn’t stop myself. I just got so angry, and he-”
“He? Grayson, what did you do?” You interrupted.
You had a feeling that your ex was a big part in this.
“Stop interrupting and I’ll tell you.” He said. “Look, I know you told me not to worry about it, but I just saw him, and we was talking so much shit about you, and us, and it just made me so mad. I couldn’t just stand there and listen to all the absolute bull shit he was saying. I’m not a fighter, and you know that, but I was just so heated, I don’t know what came over me.” He paused to take a breath and wipe his tears. “The next thing I know, were4in the street, and I’m just throwing punch after punch and I was scared that I wasn’t going to stop.” He added as the tears really started to fall.
He laid his head on your shoulder and you rubbed his back.
“Grayson, stop crying. It’s over and done. There’s nothing we can do about it now. Everything is going to be okay.”
“I just don’t want you to be upset with me about what I’ve done. It was so stupid of me.”
“I’m not mad. How can I be mad at someone that was sticking up for me? I’m just glad that you’re home and okay. I was going crazy not knowing where you were.” You said kissing him softly on his temple.
“I love you so much (Y/N). How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?”
“I could say the same thing.” You said, a small smile spread across Grayson’s face, showing off his tiny dimple near his mouth. “There’s that smile I love.” You laughed. “C'mon, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed. I know you’re tired.” You said. You took him into the bathroom and wiped all the dried blood from his face and chest and helped get him bandaged up and into bed.
“You’re the best. I love you so much.” Grayson said as he pulled you into his arms.
“I love you too baby.” You said. You felt his lips press against your head, and you slowly drifted off to sleep.