Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

I'm Right Here

(Y/N)'s POV:

Today is a pretty big day. I'm really excited to help the twins gather supplies for their new warehouse. When my two best friends had come up to me a few days ago, asking for a favour, I were ecstatic to hear what they had planned.

I've been best friends with the twins since our childhood days, back when we first started goofing about together. Our mothers were good friends and as a result, I practically grew up at the Dolan household.

Now Grayson and I are collecting some of the supplies required from a storage closet, while Ethan is outside it getting the other items ready. The storage room was how you would imagine it to be—dimly lit, reeked of the scent of paint and metal, and very small.

The door was a heavy metal door, hefty enough that it took both me and Grayson to make it budge. There was just enough room for the two of us to stand in as we go through all the tools and cans of paint. But I didn't trust the door. Who knows when it could just slam shut and lock us in here?

So I set a box of paint right in front of it to hold it open just long enough for us to get what we need. I'll admit, it's a little difficult for me to consentrate on the task when Grayson is standing right behind me. The room is so small I can hear his breaths and occasional huffs loud and clear.

My cheeks flush at the thought of how close we are. When Grayson and I finally hit puberty, I started feeling a bit...different towards him. Like... I noticed I would laugh a little too loud at his jokes, and couldn't hold my blush whenever he would compliment me.

That's when I realized I had my first crush.

And on my best friend, of all people. Grayson's had a good number of girlfriends in the past, but none of his relationships ever seemed to work out too good. So with that thought in mind, I completely lost hope that he would ever even consider me as a potential girlfriend.

I push that thought aside and continue digging through the boxes of equipment. Not a word has been shared between us since we got in here. The atmosphere is so thick I bet I can cut it with one of the blades here.

"Find anything, (Y/N)?" Grayson finally breaks the ice.

"Uh–No," I reply, kneeling down to check the bottom shelves. The fact that it's so dark in here just makes this task so much more difficult than needs be.

A sudden, loud bang alerts the both of us, our heads simultaneously whipping to the door. It's sealed shut, taking the crack of light with it. "Ah, sh*t," I curse under my breath.

Not noticing Grayson, I move over to the large door, shoving it with my shoulder. Nothing. It won't budge. I try again and again, summoning all my strength to get this damned door to open. But it refuses.

I turn on my heel, throwing my hands up in exasperation. "Stupid thing won't budge," I complain. I feel my blood begin to boil at the metal door, wanting to rip right through it.

The sound of rapid breathing snaps me out of my enraged state, my eyes following the sounds in the darkness. I squint my eyes, pulling my phone out of my pocket and setting it on one of the shelves. I switch the flash on, then search for the source of the sounds.

My eyes widen when they land on Grayson's shaking figure, his gaze glued to the dirty floor. The pieces snap into place, and I realize he's hyperventilating. You see, ever since Grayson was little, he's had this fear of small, enclosed spaces.

On account of an incident that took place when he and Ethan were playing around with an empty chest they found lying in the attic. It left the poor boy scarred and with a severe fear of closed spaces. Just like this one.