Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Fights

Warning: swearing, possibly triggering

(Y/N)'s POV:

I hear a husky voice scream from the drawing room. "I swear to fucking God, next time, I'm throwing hands!"

My ears perk up and my eyes widen. Grayson?

I flit over to where the yells are emitting from, and my feet instantly come to a halt at the sight before me.

My boyfriend, Grayson is standing in the middle of the room with his fists raised, threateningly. His face is flaming red, and his jaw is clentched tight.

Ethan is trying to hold him back, but to no avail. And standing in front of him, cowering away, is his long time best friend, Alex.

"G-Gray, man. I didn't do anything, I-I swear—" Alex stutters.

"Oh shut the fuck up with your lies! You were the last person to leave the room!" Grayson yells at the top of his lungs, his heart pounding against his ribs.

"Grayson!" I exclaim, making my presence known in the room. Both boys whip their heads in my direction, and I can see the pure fear in Alex's eyes.

I glare at my boyfriend of three years, before making my way next to Alex. "Are you OK, Alex?" I ask him, my brows knitted. "Is everything alright?"

"Y-Yeah. I just..." the boy trails off, too afraid to look at Grayson, who is no doubt steaming behind me.

"Hey, it's OK. We can talk about it later, yeah?" I assure him. When I turn around, I see Grayson sprinting out of the drawing room, followed by the loud bang of his room's door shutting.

I sigh deeply, and give Alex a sympathetic look before racing after my man. I try the door to his room which is luckily unlocked, and then step inside, closing it behind me.

"Grayson Bailey Dolan!" I shriek. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Me?" he spits out, his nostrils flaring in anger. "I should be asking you that!"

"I wasn't the one yelling my throat out at my friend!" I retort, keeping my distance from him.

He's standing by his bed, silent with fury. "What happened?" I question.

The brunet exhales. "I had left five hundred bucks on my table 'cause I couldn't find my wallet. I thought I'd put them away later, but when I came back here, I saw Alex leave, and the cash was gone."

"And you thought he did it?" I ask in disbelief. He doesn't look at me so I storm up to him. "Why on Earth would you think that?"

"Because he—"

"Because he left your room when you finally noticed the money was lost?" I say, exasperated. "Gray, this is Alex we're talking about. You've known him since middle school!"

Grayson still doesn't answer, and refuses to make eye contact. Instead, he plops down onto the bed on his side, facing away from me. I sigh, crawling over to sit behind him.

"Gray," I say, placing a hand on his bare arm. "I know it's hard for you to trust many people. But this is Alex, someone you've known for years. Trust me, he's the last person who could have taken the money."

The silence between us is deafening. Before he finally says, "Why were you so sweet to him? Do you love him?"

I stare at his muscular back, dumbfounded at what he just asked. "Are you kidding me?" I scoff. "That's what you're worried about?"

He jerks himself up into a sitting position, turning to look at me again. "Can you blame me? I saw the way you acted with him."

"Grayson Dolan, I would never cheat on you, especially not with your own friend!" I yell, hurt that he would even assume something like that.