imagine | dolan twins

sundays | g.d.

(song) third person's pov :

"grayson?"

"hm?"

"why are sunday's the only days we don't fight?"

he chuckles at your question and shrugs nonchalantly. eyes glued to your dainty fingers playing with his chain that rested atop his bare chest.

"i don't know how to answer that hon.' "

you sigh and gulp nervously, your fingers coming to a halt at his response.

"hey?" he whispers. gently grabbing your chin, he tilts your head that makes eye contact with his hazel-green eyes.

oh, how you loved those eyes.

a smile plasters onto your face out of habit and grayson chuckles softly, quirking his left eyebrow at your reaction.

"you're really that in love with my eyes, hm?" he teases

not responding, you groan and dig your head into the crook of his neck.

"i think we have too many differences that we don't want to confront. we have-fuck, i don't know. but i know i'm never gonna meet someone else that's like you. you believe me right?"

you nod and whimper, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "m' just scared, gray. i know this is going to end and i don't want it to-"

"hey, hey. did either of us say anything about ending this?" he reassures you, looking down at your teary eyes. his shoulders slump and his gaze softens at those eyes. "no, right? i love you and i'm not going anywhere."

—

what a lie. what a fucking lie that was. great acting, grayson. honestly, you should become a god damn actor.

you kick the grainy, tan sand out of anger and hug yourself as you gaze upon the sunset.

"sunsets are my favorite with you, you know."

get out of my head, you-you mean asshole.

why did he think it was ok to text you. out of all days, especially today? would've been your fucking two year anniversary and he thought it was all fun n' games to just... text you.

'hey. been a while since we spoke. i just wanna say i miss you. and you probably don't believe me cause of the shit that you've been seeing, probably. and you probably forgot what we had but i sure as hell didn't. just... fuck-i just hope you're okay and happy. that's all i want for you, y/n. you don't have to respond, just wanted to tell you this.'

how did he think it was ok to text you that? to get your hopes up and shit. he has a perfect girl sitting right in front of him and he still thinks it's ok to text you and let you know that he's thinking of you. and to assume that you forgot what you two had?

fuck that.

scoffing, you pick up a rock and throw it into the clear blue water, watching as it skips the waves of the ocean.

"knew i'd find you here."

your breath hitches and you don't turn around. you already knew who that was. hell-you could recognize that voice from a fucking mile away.

"i'm keeping my distance, don't worry." he murmurs, walking past you and sauntering over to sit at a spot that's dangerously close to where the waves we're crashing. "i thought you didn't believe in us. in you know... fighting for us. that's why i left. sorry for that."

he finally turns around to meet your gaze and your heart practically melts at his eyes but you clear your throat and nod at his clarification, slowly walking to where he sits.

"i really fucking need you." he chuckles, as he admits it. "you probably are gonna question me since i'm with someone else n' shit but, i really do."

"i thought i was the only one who actually loved the other in the relationship." you murmur, a hand now grasping a random stick-drawing a 'g' since that's the first thing that came to your head. "and i can't fucking let you go, it's like you're some annoying ass song i heard on the radio but it's catchy so i just can't get it out of my head. so, ya. you're that catchy song in my head."

grayson grins widely at your words and he gazes into your gaze. "i couldn't stop thinking about what would happen today if we stayed together. specially since it's sunday... sunday's with you were special."