I'll treat you better
Grayson x reader
A/N: hi guys, if you want a part 2 to this let me know and I’ll hopefully get it done in the next few days. Hope you enjoyed it. If you have any requests/questions or just want someone to talk to always feel free to message me xx - maya :)
Summary: you call your best friends Ethan and Grayson after you get into a fight with your abusive boyfriend, Grayson turns protective and confesses his feelings ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My hands were shaking and my voice was numb when I called Grayson’s phone, he was in the car with Ethan when he picked up “yo Y/N what’s-” “Are you busy? I need you to come over, please” I pleaded, his light and happy tone immediately turned to worry “we’ll be right there okay, stay safe” Without responding I hung up the phone and let the tears flow down my face once again. Ethan and Grayson are the only people who know about my boyfriend, josh, being abusive, they were my best friends and i trusted them more than anyone. I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t slightly attracted to Grayson, I always felt like we had feelings for each other but never worked up the courage to say anything about it. We met on vacation a few years ago and clicked instantly, they helped me through everything, high school bullies, anxiety and depression and now josh. They’re honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to me. About two minutes later I heard my door open and footsteps walking through the hallway, they looked around the room for a minute before spotting me sitting against the wall with blood dripping down from my nose and my red cheeks stained with tears and mascara, their jaws instantly dropped and Ethan ran to the freezer to get ice while Grayson knelt beside me “Holy shit Y/N, are you okay? What did he do to you” I didn’t respond just let my head fall into his shoulder and cried “why do you let him treat you like this? You deserve so much better, he’s such a fucking dick, why would he do this to you?” My voice was trembling and weak but I managed to get my words out “I didn’t want to have sex with him, so he did this” Grayson clenched his jaw out of and Ethan came running over with ice. Grayson hated josh more than he hated anyone else, he definitely wasn’t afraid to admit that.They helped me get on my feet and walked me to the bathroom to clean up. “You need to break up with him” Ethan said gently, breaking the painful silence that was filling the room. I nodded slowly “I know” my voice was faint, Grayson stared at me biting his lip, I could tell he was trying to hold back from saying something when I looked back at him he finally blurred it out. “Then why are you still with him Y/N? You can do so much better, like seriously a year with this dick, a fucking year that you could’ve spent with someone like me who would treat you like a princess. How can’t you see it I’m so fucking in love with you Y/N I’ve always been” the room fell dead silent as his words echoed through my mind. Ethan looked at me then back at his twin brother “I’ll give you two a minute” he closed the door behind him. “Gray, I-” before I could finish my sentence Grayson grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him, as I brought my lips to his it felt like the world was moving in slow motion, I had waited so long for this, for him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he pressed me against the bathroom wall, his lips slowly moved from my lips down to my neck, leaving marks as he went. I tore off his shirt and threw it onto the floor, “fuck” he moaned under his breath, we were interrupted by a loud knock on my front door. We both broke away from the kiss and looked at each other in curiosity. We could hear the door being opened followed by Ethan yelling out for Grayson. With that we both ran out of the bathroom, him still being half naked. “Josh, what the fuck” I yelled out, Grayson looked him up and down and clenched his fists, “how fucking dare you touch her!” He screamed, swinging his fist into the side of Josh’s face. “Y/N come with me” Ethan said grabbing me hand and pulling me out of the room.