Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Protection

Warning: swearing

(Y/N)'s POV:

I walked up to the diner with my boyfriend, my hands gripping onto his arm as we crossed the street. Tonight is Grayson and I's one year anniversary, and him being the lovely boyfriend he is decided to take me to a nice restraurant.

I made sure to dress myself in the most beautiful outfit I could find. It's a simple off-shoulder deep red dress that hugs my body perfectly. I made sure my make-up wasn't too over-done and just kept it on the natural side.

Grayson's jaw fell limp when he saw me. He was dressed in jeans and an ink black shirt that clung to his toned body, making his biceps bulge. To say he looked extraordinary is an understatement.

We stepped into the place, the aroma of a vairety of food hitting my nostrils. As we make our way to the counter. "Ah, shit," Grayson suddenly swears.

"What's wrong, babe?" I ask, looking up at him.

"I forgot my wallet in the car," he says. "You wait here, baby. I'll be right back."

"Mmkay." I quickly inch up to peck his cheek, his light stubble tickling my skin. Grayson exits the diner to retrieve his wallet while I wait for him to return by the counter.

As I'm looking over the menu, I don't notice a random stranger stand next to me. That is, until I felt his beady eyes eyeing me up like a piece of meat.

"What's a gal like you doing here alone, pretty?" the man says, an unnerving smirk on his face.

"I'm not alone. I'm here with my boyfriend," I simply say, not bothering to look at him.

"Is that so?" The creepy man edges a step toward me, a questionable smell coming off him. "Well you're alone right now, ain't ya?"

Suddenly, I feel his hand tap my bottom, making me gasp and instinctively slap him across the face. His head whips to the side from the impact of my palm before he glares daggers at me.

"Stupid little slut," he grits out, raising a hand to hit me. My eyes widen but before he can land a finger on me, a veined hand grips onto his wrist.

"Get the fuck away from my girl." Grayson. Thank goodness he's back. I watch the look of pure red rage scribbled over his chiseled face. His jaw is tightened, his eyes narrow and buring a hole in the man's skull.

"Jeez, man." The creep yanks his wrist back as Grayson shields me from his view. Looking down, I see Gray's fists clentched, his knuckles turning ghostly pale.

The stranger finally walks off, and Grayson turns to face me. His large hand comes up to cup my cheek, the pad of his thumb caressing my cheek bone.

"Are you OK, babe? Did he hurt you?" the brunet asks, his mesmerizing honey chocolate eyes pouring into my (E/C) ones.

I shake my head before wrapping my arms around his muscular torso, hugging him tight. His arms instantly snake around my waist as he holds me.

"Thank you, Gray," I say, making his arms tighten around me protectively.

"You don't have to thank me. Nobody touches my girl."