GRAYSON DOLAN X READER
Request: Please do a grayson imagine where you have a boyfriend but he likes you and then you break up with your boyfriend and then you know he likes you :)
arguing, fluff… photo creds @ couplenotes
Streams of golden light seeped through the large french windows and into the lower level of the rustic cabin. The setting sun sunk gently past green pine trees and the bubbling stream outside, and added a subtle warmth to the living room where you and your friends all sat. You were all stuffed between the squashy couch and the table on the floor, layers of thick blankets acting as your seats around the game of monopoly that you huddled around. It was your family’s vacation home, but you’d invited your friends on a winding road trip to visit for the weekend, and now, it was your last night here, and you celebrated with a classic board game night.
“We’re out,” you sighed in defeat, throwing your metallic game piece across the room.
“Mmm,” said your boyfriend, vacantly giving you a wave of his hand but keeping his eyes to his lit up phone.
You coughed lightly and forced a smile, “Um, James, babe, want me to grab you anything to drink?”
But he was so absorbed in whatever was on his screen that he didn’t bother to answer.
“Anyone else?” you offered lightly.
“Ooh, tea pretty please,” your friend Amber smiled.
“Make that two!” Violet perked up.
“Sure thing,” you grinned, already heading for the kitchen. You walked around the island counter, filling the kettle with water and listening to the sounds of the bubbling liquid heat up as you tried to stay poised. You placed your palms on the cool marble countertop, gnawing your lower lip rather roughly. You raised your head to gaze out of the little open window in front of you, your mind going fuzzy as you focused on the scent of the pine trees.
“Um, hey, (Y/N),” came a voice nervously from across the kitchen.
“Oh, hi, Grayson,” you snapped into reality, turning around and pushing your hair from your eyes.
He wore a black shirt paired with a checkered red flannel and some ripped skinnies. His hair was slightly ruffled, and his dark eyes glowed from the sunlight.
“What’s wrong?” he asked straight away. “And don’t say nothing,” he said when you opened your mouth.
“Nothing?” you said softly, your teeth grinding together.
Grayson smiled and shook his head, making his way closer to you and leaning against the marble island. “You’re biting your lips, which is what you do when you’re anxious, now tell me.”
You pursed your lips together, shifting your head to stare at the wooden floorboards.
“It’s…James,” you sighed.
Grayson’s nostrils flared, his grip tightening on the counter, but you didn’t notice.
“When we first started dating, it was new, a-and exciting, he was so sweet, but, now..” you paused. “I don’t know, I’m not a lovesick puppy who needs attention all the time, but it’s like he doesn’t even know me anymore. He comes home late, reeking of alcohol, he flirts with other girls, and well, it’s like everything we had before is-”
“Gone,” Grayson finished for you.
You nodded, meeting his concerned gaze.
“Sometimes his good side still shows through,” you gulped nervously.
“’Sometimes,’ doesn’t sound like boyfriend material,” Grayson stated blankly.
You laughed quietly, “am I a jerk for thinking that?”
“No,” Gray’s lips twitched upwards, “you’re human.”
He outstretched his arms, and you stepped gladly into his warm embrace, his hold around you warm and comforting as you nuzzled gently into the crook of Grayson’s neck, breathing in his cool aroma. He squeezed you lightly and swayed you in his arms.
“Sorry to interrupt,” came a sour voice from the opposite side of the kitchen.
Grayson released you, but didn’t turn around.
“James,” you breathed, offering a smile.
“Well, I hate to bother someone who is clearly making tea,” he said through clenched teeth, his green eyes narrowing.
“I was just-” you began, your temper flaring.
Grayson brushed your fingertips lightly with his own, mouthing, ‘don’t.’
You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, regaining your composure, “do you want some?” you asked James.
“No,” he snarled lightly, “ I want to know why this guy has his hands on my girlfriend.”
“It was a hug!” you laughed in disbelief, “Are you really mad at me for hugging someone?!”
But you couldn’t help but feel your heart beat faster as James approached you with urgency, his face coming inches from your own.
“Is this funny to you?” he breathed.
“Dude, lay off,” Grayson finally spoke in warning.
James pulled away slowly, tilting his head and turning to face Gray with a loud scoff. “So, you’re (Y/N)’s little friend?” he spat.
“Yeah, I was at her dinner party from last week, remember? Oh wait, no you don’t, because you bailed on her.” Grayson challenged with a raise of his eyebrow.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” James said, his eyes darkening.
“I think I’m the only guy in this room who seems to be treating (Y/N) with the respect she deserves,” Grayson said with no hesitation.
James gave Grayson a rough shove, which hardly phased Gray.
“So, you have a thing for my girlfriend?!” he laughed. “You thought you’d steal her away from me, hmm? Well I have news for you, only I get to do the things that you could only imagine of doing to her-”
“I know you’re cheating on me,” you whispered softly.
A low silence rang out, the only sound being that of your faltered breathing.
“What?” Grayson and James said in sync.
“I know you’ve been seeing someone else,” you spoke a little louder.
James turned his focus to you, “I’m no-”
“Oh please,” you snapped in annoyance, “it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who you were suddenly so interested in texting all the time. If you’re going to cheat on me, and least be man enough to admit it. And the worst part is that you would dare to come in here and speak down to my friend, and after what you’ve been doing!? Go to hell, James…We’re done.”
“DING!” rang the kettle as you finished.
And with that, the weight that had been resting on your chest was finally lifted, the words you were too scared to previously utter were falling easily off your lips.
You decided a dramatic storm out would be the best way to go, but barely two steps out, James had grabbed you roughly by your wrists.
“Now you listen here,” he began.
“Ah-ow,” you gasped at the feel of his fingernails digging into your flesh, “you’re hurting me.”
“You don’t get to decide when I’m allowed to speak.”
“J-James, it hurts.”
“Listen to me.” He dug harder, so hard that he began to draw blood.
Burning tears came to your eyes, but in one swift movement, James had toppled harshly onto the floor.
You gasped out in pain, rubbing your wrists lightly, and staring at one very pissed off looking Grayson Dolan.
“He deserved it,” Gray snarled, sweeping you into his arms and making his way outside before you could protest.
He led you down the leaf strewn driveway and all the way down to the stream, but you felt so numb and worn out that you didn’t bother feeling guilty about nuzzling into Grayson’s chest, your warm tears soaking into the fabric of his tee.
He placed you softly onto a flat rock on the edge of the water, taking a seat beside you. You sniffed and bent down, washing the blood off your skin in the freezing water. The wind was cool on your skin, the sounds of the bubbling stream relaxing.
“I’m sorry for dragging you into that,” you mumbled after a few minutes.
“I’m sorry you had to date that pathetic excuse of a human being.”
You plopped back down by Gray, looking up into his stern expression. Grayson stared out at the trees, his hands clasped together in his lap.
“Gray?” you said softly.
He turned his hazel eyes down to yours, “Yeah?”
“Is it…Is it true, what James said? That you have a thing for me?” you gulped, searching Grayson’s features.
Grayson sighed, his eyes lingering on the stones before meeting with yours again, “Yeah, it is.”
“Oh.” You shifted slightly, turning back to the water.
“Sorry, (Y/N), I know that you had enough things to worry about already, but if we’re being honest then-”
You shut him up by grabbing his hand and taking it in your own, keeping your eyes forward as you laced your fingers gently through his.
“Don’t apologize,” you breathed, “you’re right, things are complicated, but all I know is that I really need you here right now.”
“And with you is the only place I want to be,” he smiled softly.
Your lips twitched upwards, “What did I do to deserve you, Grayson Dolan?”
“Exist,” he responded without hesitation.
You laughed quietly, taking the briefest of moments to tug Grayson in by his flannel and bring your lips gently to his cheek, your eyes fluttering closed in the second that you kissed his bronzed skin. You pulled back, running your thumb gently against Grayson’s full lips as he struggled to process your actions. Grayson opened his mouth, but then quickly shut it, deciding instead to pull you into his warm chest. And no words were necessary as you rest there, feeling more happy in this moment than you had in months.