Saturday Morning Part 7 (Grayson x Reader)
Summary: Alyssa is new to L.A. and has a few secrets she’s rather keep to herself. When a famous YouTube star meets her, it changes the course of her life forever.
A/N: This was a submission and this is NOT MY STORY
Two weeks went by and none of us had seen hide nor hair of Joseph. For shits and giggles, I used Ashlee’s phone to check his Facebook (he had blocked me right when we broke up and I wasn’t about to undo that gift from the heavens). He’d been dating some girl he knew from school but she wasn’t in any of his pictures and she was virtually erased like I had been.
‘They must’ve broken up…’ I thought to myself as I clicked on his page.
MOVED TO L.A., CALIFORNIA, U.S.A.
It was clear as day in his life events. I had groaned and tossed Ashlee her phone back. So he had moved. This wasn’t him visiting and harassing me whenever he could. He still had me blocked so it wasn’t like he was expecting me to see that. He really was here to stay, which meant he could take his time. The thought annoyed me.
Today was a particularly grueling day. The shop had been extraordinarily busy and I barely got a break. Not that I minded - time went by quicker when things were busy, but I could feel the day creep into my muscles. I was sore and exhausted. I couldn’t wait to take a shower and meet the twins for pizza.
I turned the key in the lock to my apartment and opened the door. As my bag fell onto the floor, out of my hand, my eyes nearly fell out of my head at the sight of someone sitting in my apartment.
“This really is a nice place, Alyssa, are you looking for a roommate?”
My heart was thudding so hard against my chest that it actually made me sick. Or maybe it was the sight of Joseph sitting on my couch, uninvited, when all the doors and windows were locked. I started to shake, but did my best to conceal it from him.
“How did you get in here, you fucking psychopath?”
He shrugged nonchalantly and walked over to the small kitchen, grabbing an apple from the counter. He took a large chunk out of it and spoke, his voice marred with a mouth full of apple.
“You’d be surprised how easy it is to pick the lock on your front door.”
“Get out. Get out of my apartment. Get out of my life.”
I stood with my head in my hands, shaking, refusing to accept that this was happening. I didn’t even notice him coming closer until he was already there, hands on my hips.
“Aww, don’t be like that, baby.”
I pushed him away from me as hard as I could with as much force as I could muster, which, even though he was lanky and skinny, didn’t do much.
“Leave me alone. Get out. Never come back. I don’t want you here. I hate you and you hate me, so let’s just agree to leave each other alone.” I didn’t want to, but my voice cracked and tears started to gather at the corners of my eyes. He smirked, feeling victorious, no doubt.
“See, I can’t do that. I already told you, I’m going to make your life miserable, because I can, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
I held my phone up, 9-1-1 already typed, my thumb hovering over the green call button.
“I can call the police right now, that’s what I can do,” I replied, looking up into his hateful stare. He frowned and backed away from me. He took a moment, but shrugged again and took another large bite from the apple.
“Fine,” he said, chewing loudly. “But remember, I know where you live and work now.”
The front door slammed shut. I held my breath for what felt like hours, waiting to see if he came back. I ran to the door and bolted it shut, unsure of what to do. I leaned against the door, my entire body vibrating with fear as I clicked on Ethan’s number. I would’ve picked Grayson, but Ethan’s name came up first.
“Hey, Lyss, we were just on our way over, what’s up?”
I sniffed, and immediately he knew something was wrong.
“Alyssa, what’s wrong?” His tone dropped, his voice became more serious. I suddenly forgot how to breathe, how to speak when he asked me what was wrong. I shook my head and wiped my eye with the heel of my hand.
“He broke into my apartment,” I managed, after a minute or two of quiet sobs. “He was here waiting for me when I got out of work, I don’t know what to do. I didn’t know who to tell, I-” Ethan cut me off.
“Pack a bag. Bring everything you need for the night. Grayson and I will go and get the rest tomorrow. You’re coming to stay with us and I won’t take no for an answer.” I sniffed again, unable to hold back the tears that rolled down my face freely now. I nodded, though I knew he couldn’t see me, and bit on my lip.
I immediately got into the shower, locking the bathroom door behind me, as well as my bedroom door. I normally never would’ve done that, and I knew it wouldn’t stop much if he actually did break in again, but the more effort he had to put in, the more time I’d have to react. I let the searing cold water run down my back. I had washed my hair quickly and was now just standing there, still in shock.
I knew the boys would be here any minute and I knew I had to dry off and get dressed, but I was still so floored. He picked the lock. He was in my apartment.
Oh god, what if he went into my room?
All at once, I pulled the shower curtain back and threw up into the toilet. My body wretched as the entire day came up from my stomach. All I could do was cry harder. I tumbled onto the floor of the shower and curled up in a ball, pulling my knees to my chest and breaking down where no one could see me.
After I managed to pull myself together several minutes later, I dried off and got dressed. I put on a pair of black leggings and a forest green t-shirt. I didn’t even bother drying my hair. I just let it hang over my shoulders. I put on my white Converse lowtops so I’d be ready to go when they got here and started packing a bag, a big one, with most of my clothes in it. I’d leave that behind and Ethan and Grayson would come get it tomorrow. As I was pulling clothes out of drawers and off hangers, I heard a knock on the door. I froze, fearing the worst.
“Alyssa? It’s Grayson and Ethan. Are you okay?”
I’d never felt so relieved in my life. I caught myself on the dresser, but my legs buckled underneath me. I walked quickly to the front door, unlocking and opening it. They both stared at me for a moment before Ethan wrapped me in a protective hug.
“I’m sorry this is happening to you,” he whispered in my ear and my eyes stung. I closed them tight. This was apparently going to be a very weepy day.
“Thank you,” I replied hoarsely. “I started packing my stuff. I’m not quite done yet though.” I looked back over my shoulder, pointing at my bedroom before turning my gaze to Grayson. He looked heartbroken and furious at the same time.
My eyes welled up as he stared at me and his did the same. Ethan walked inside as Grayson grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into him, holding me to his chest. He hugged me fiercely, an arm around my waist and another around my shoulders. His hand tangled into my wet hair and he held me up as my knees threatened to give out again as I sighed and wrapped my arms around his middle.
I rested my face in the crook of his neck and he recoiled a little, looking down at me with worry in his eyes.
“Alyssa, you’re freezing!” He exclaimed, pulling his sweatshirt off his body and helping me pull it on. He pulled me back into him, holding me closely, rubbing my back to try and warm me up. His sweatshirt was too big on me and it felt safe and comforting.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered over and over, and all it did was make me cry harder. I knew he felt responsible for not demanding immediately that I move in with them, but I couldn’t let him feel that way. What was he supposed to do? The two of us had only known each other for a few weeks, but I still felt this incredible connection to him.
“No, you have nothing to be sorry for. There was nothing you could’ve done,” I said, sniffling, trying to compose myself. I looked up at him and he pushed a lock of hair out of my eyes.
“Well, now you can’t argue with me about it, at least,” he said, half a smile lingering on his lips. I chuckled and rested my head against his chest, letting him hold me for a moment.
“Alyssa, is this big one the one you want us to come back for?” Ethan called from my room. I sniffed and looked up at Grayson, who nodded and reluctantly let go of me before I walked back to the bedroom.
“Yeah, I have to pack something for tonight, but that’ll be quick.”
“Alright, well we should get out of here as quickly as possible. I don’t need him seeing my plates.” I nodded and pulled a backpack down from the closet. I threw in jeans, shorts, t-shirts, random clothes - anything I could grab. I brought the book I’d been reading and my laptop and charger. Once I grabbed the charger for my phone and my longboard, I turned back to Ethan and nodded.
The three of us ordered pizza to the warehouse and were eating it on the trackmat. The boys had taken my backpack and other bag upstairs. I locked my apartment and left the keys in Ethan’s car. The three of us had been pretty quiet until Ethan cracked a joke in the car that made all three of us burst into laughter. It really broke the tension and eased the things between the three of us.
“Okay, Lyss, you know I have to ask…” Ethan said, dusting his hands off after the pizza was finished. “How could you date a psycho like that?!” Grayson, who was lying on his side on the mat, kicked Ethan. “Ow! It was just a question, Gray!”
I sighed and shrugged one shoulder, shaking my head.
“We met when his sister moved to the States to attend the same school as me.” I started, and they both looked up at me. “She was a really nice girl. We had the same dark sense of humor. Her whole family came to visit for Christmastime and…that’s when I met Joe.”
I recalled the rest of the story to them - how he seemed like a perfect gentleman who would’ve changed the world for me, but all he did was change me. I told them how he isolated me, made me feel incompetent and unwanted, unloveable. I told them how he removed me from my friends and family. I told them how he gaslighted and manipulated me, how when I told my friends what was going on, I could see the horror and concern in their faces but I couldn’t bring myself to leave him. I told them how I could hear the craziness of what I was saying with my own mouth, but I still kept going back for more.
“Alyssa, he sounds even more terrible than we thought…” Grayson began, putting a hand on my knee as I sat criss-crossed on the mat. I made a sound that was half laughter and half derision.
“You don’t know the half of it. Some of the things he said to me…he did to me…”
I felt that same bad taste in my mouth and I shook my head again.
“I’ve talked about him enough for one night,” I said after a long pause, collecting myself and putting on a fake smile. Ethan and Grayson looked at each other before Ethan stood up, grabbing the pizza box and plates.
“I’m gonna go take care of this stuff. You guys wanna watch a movie before we turn in?” We both nodded, standing.
“Yeah that sounds good. Lyss, wanna pick the movie?”
Grayson took me to the editing room where they kept a bunch of DVDs and BluRay disks. He sat down at the computer and turned it on.
“Pick anything you like, babe,” he said, over his shoulder, not really paying attention.
“Babe?” I asked, looking back at him, an eyebrow raised. He looked at me confused.
“Did I say that? I meant…Um…” I smiled and folded my arms over my chest.
“Go ahead, you tell me. I’ll wait,” I taunted, wearing a smirk. He smiled back at me and got up from the computer.
“Alright, fine. I called you ‘babe’, who cares?” He said, chuckling, though his face was burning red. A blush crept up his neck.
“I do?” I suggested, laughing. The two of us met in the middle of the room. I looked up at him, wondering if maybe there was something there, maybe -
“You guys ready?” Ethan had popped his head into the editing room when he realized that he might’ve been interrupting something. “I’ll just, um. I’ll be out here,” he said, before closing the door behind him. Grayson and I looked back at each other and laughed, him rubbing the back of his neck, blushing harder.
Grayson and I had been on a few “dates” now, though neither of us had really confessed any sort of deeper feeling. I knew what I felt for him though. This went beyond simple attraction. The way he smiled made my heart stop. His laugh, his confidence, his sense of humor - he was Joe’s complete opposite. He was a kind, gentle, genuine person, and I was starting to fall. Hard. I was a little worried about it, honestly. I’d never felt like this about anybody so immediately.
He took the DVD from my hand - a horror movie I’d always wanted to see - and put it into the computer, firing up the projector in the main warehouse. He turned on the speakers and Ethan was already sitting in the foam pit with the lights out and extra pillows when the title screen turned on.
“Genius,” I commented and Grayson smirked with pride, before nudging me. The two of us ran over to the ladder and threw ourselves into the pit near Ethan, giggling.
“ARE YOU GIRLS READY?!” He asked, holding the remote in the air. Grayson and I both yelled back.
“I’M NOT A GIRL ETHAN!” But my yell went over Grayson’s and he laughed my favorite kind of laugh, his unrestrained cackle, which only made me do the same in return.
“READYYYYYY!” Ethan joined in our loud whooping and pressed play, tossing a blanket at me. I laughed, catching it with my face and laid it over my legs.
About 20 minutes into the movie, I looked over at Grayson, who was lounging comfortably on the foam. He looked over at me and grinned, holding his arm out and beckoning me over to him. I plopped myself next to him on the foam and pulled the blanket over with me, tossing it over him as well. He wrapped his arm around me and I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. I felt serene. I felt calm and protected as he squeezed my shoulder and smiled at me.
Grayson was perfect. He was kind and goofy and genuinely sweet. He had a good heart and good intentions. I wanted to date him. I knew I did. But I didn’t want to drag him into this nonsense I had going on with Joe. It wouldn’t be right. He could find a better girl than me - someone prettier who photographed better and wasn’t entangled with a psychotic Englishman.
I frowned. I had no idea how I was going to handle him. Either of them.