omg your grayson imagine was soooo good 😱 i’d LOVE to see a part two!!❤️
A couple people wanted a part two, and I was really excited to write it! I honestly really like how this turned out, so I hope you guys do too.
Here’s the original request if you missed it! part one
As soon as you left, your phone started blowing up with calls and texts from Grayson. You knew that if you read any of the texts or answered his call, you would just tell the cab to turn around, and go running right back into his arms. As much as you wanted to make amends, you really felt the need to stand your ground. All you had done was try and explain how you felt, and he had lashed out. You were starting to recognize a pattern. Anytime you got upset about something, Grayson tried to make you feel as if it were insignificant and nothing to worry about. However, when he was upset, it was the end of the world and until you did something to fix it, you got the silent treatment. “It’s time to give him a little taste of his own medicine,” you thought to yourself. You turned your phone completely off and shoved it in your backpack.
When you got to the airport, you were on a mission to get on the first flight out of New York City to LAX. You booked your ticket at a kiosk, swiping your credit card without even looking at the price. You knew you would regret that later, last minute cross country flights weren’t cheap, but desperate times call for desperate measures. You spent the remainder of your time in the airport and on the plane deep in thought, trying to figure out how you could get past this.
As soon as you touched down in LA, you ordered an Uber to pick you up. Remembering you left your entire suitcase in New York, you went straight to Target to get what you would need to get through the night. As you stood in the cosmetics aisle, searching for makeup wipes, you noticed two girls around the age of fifteen standing at the edge of the aisle. They kept looking up at you, then at their phones and whispering. You just assumed they were making fun of how you looked, you had just sat on a six hour flight after all. Not everybody could look like a beauty queen all the time.
You moved on to the grocery section of the store, looking for junk food that would hopefully fill the pit in your stomach. Again, there the two girls stood. After making eye contact with you one too many times, one of them walked toward you. She held out her phone to you, her screen showing a photo of you and Grayson. He was sitting down in the sand, you were lying sideways across his lap with a huge smile on your face, his arm wrapped around you and lips pressed to your forehead. Your heart dropped to your stomach. How had they found that photo?
“Hey, sorry to creep on you, but is this you?” she asked nervously. You snatched the phone out of her hand to get a closer look.
“Where’d you find this?” you asked. As you looked closer, you could see it had been posted on Instagram. Grayson’s instagram. Your hand flew to your mouth, unable to conceal your surprise. You scrolled down to look at the caption. “Hey guys, so I may have told a little lie earlier. This is my girlfriend, Y/N, and she makes me happier than words could ever explain. I love you @yourusername”
“Aw, I love you.” you whispered quietly to Grayson, as if he could somehow hear you, with tears forming in your eyes. You looked up to find the two girls looking at you, looking very confused.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry.” you said, handing the girl back her phone. “Yes that’s me, I had no idea he posted that.”
“Yeah, we kinda figured…” they giggled. They asked for a photo, and you happily agreed. As soon as they walked out of sight, you reached into your backpack to find your phone. You pressed the power button, only to be met with the screen signaling you needed to plug it into a power source. “Of course,” you thought to yourself. You completely abandoned your entire cart full of items, and practically ran out of the store. You couldn’t wait, you needed to apologize to Grayson.
The Uber driver drove painfully slow back to your apartment. To make things worse, “Better Together” by Jack Johnson had begun playing on the radio. You couldn’t help but smile like an idiot, thinking about how the two of you had danced around your kitchen, listening to this song, right before he told you he loved you for the first time. “God, I love him.” you thought to yourself. You just needed to hear his voice.
As soon as the driver pulled up in front of your complex, you sprinted out of the car, and to your front door. You already had your phone and charger in hand, ready to plug into the nearest outlet as soon as you unlocked the door. Instead, as soon as you walked in the door, you saw Grayson sitting in a bar stool at your kitchen counter. You threw your stuff on the floor, not caring if it broke.
“Gray!” you exclaimed, wrapping your arms around his neck and jumping into his arms. You held each other tightly, as if the last time you’d seen each other was weeks ago, not just hours before.
“I’m assuming you saw my post,” he said in your ear. You jumped out of his arms, and took his face in your hands.
“Yes, and I love you so much Grayson Bailey Dolan, you’ll never even understand how much I love you. I’m so sorry for being a psycho, it’s just because I’m so crazy about you, I don’t even know how to control myself.”
“You are a little bit of a psycho,” he said jokingly. You gasped, and lightly punched his shoulder. “But I do understand how much you love me because I love you just as much.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer, and kissed you passionately.
“Wait, how did you get here so fast? You weren’t on my flight.” You asked breathlessly, pulling away from the kiss.
“I literally chartered a plane, I needed to see your face.” He laughed, “I guess that makes me a little psychotic, too.” The two of you sat there in silence for a second, your foreheads pressed together.
“Hey, do you wanna go to that twenty four hour diner down the road?” Grayson asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.
“Gray, it’s like two in the morning, are you sure you don’t want to sleep?”
“Nah, I want to show the world my beautiful girlfriend, just like I should have from the beginning.” Your heart was beating so fast you thought you might have a heart attack. You nodded your head, taking his hand in yours.
The two of you walked down the street to the diner. As you approached the door, your stomach started turning and your palms were sweating. The place was pretty popular, and a lot of people were in there eating. You started remembering why you had decided to keep your relationship a secret in the first place. Grayson sensed your nervousness, giving your hand a squeeze. He pressed his lips against yours gently, and whispered in your ear, “No more secrets, I promise.”
