Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Messed Up

This was a request by 'bingexdolans'. Thank you so much for the idea!

(Y/N)'s POV:

It's a cold, silent night. I'm organizing the book shelf in the drawing room with my little girl playing with her blocks next to me. My husband, Grayson, is hunched in front of the monitor, working on something seemingly important.

Grayson and I had recently gotten married, and soon after we were blessed with our baby girl, Isabella. It's been eight months since, and Bella grows cuter every day. And Grayson... I can't help but feel he grows distant.

Isabella crawls over to her father, and I stiffen, my eyes locked on to her. She plops herself right beside his leg, her big hazel eyes staring up at his creased expression. Grayson hasn't moved from his seat for hours now, and pays no mind to the eight-month-old when she examines him.

Bella reaches up for his black sweat pants, fisting the fabric in her tiny hands. She tugs on his pants, trying her best to gain Grayson's attention. I can't do anything but stare, my work fully on hold now. After a few tugs, Grayson grumbles, "Not now, Isabella."

I start to get a little on edge when Bella blankly stares at him, before yanking on his sweat pants harder. She wants her father's attention. She wants him to scoop her up into his arms and play with her. But he doesn't have the time for all that.

After numerous tugs, remaining determined to get what she wants, she tips Grayson over the edge. His dark brows furrow, his eyes narrowing. "I said not now!" he snaps at the child, banging a fist down on the table. Bella rightfully flinches back, and I decide it's time to cut in before it goes too far.

See, when our daughter was born, Grayson was nothing less than an amazing dad. But then...something changed. And he started turning colder by the day. Now he snaps at her when he gets the slightest bit annoyed, never has the time to play with her, and is even growing apart from me.

I stride over to the two, quickly lifting the baby into my arms. My glare pierces through the side of Grayson's head, but he doesn't so much as look at me. He remains completely unfazed by the situation, and by what he's done. I decide then and there that enough is enough. This has got to stop.

I only hope the man I fell in love with is willing to return in place of this cold soul.

~Time Skip~

Another day passes, and Grayson once again loses it with Bella. He snarls at her, not a hint of guilt or regret in his eyes. I sweep in to the rescue, and take Bella to her room, putting her to sleep so she doesn't have to endure what's to come.

Then I march on over to Grayson, simply stating, "We need to talk."

He shrugs, letting me lead him to our room, and closing the door behind him. I waste no time in calling him out. "Grayson, what on Earth has gotten into you?"

He gives me a bored stare. "Isabella is your daughter as much as she is mine. Why the hell won't you treat her as such?" I demand.

His brows knitt together, not in realization of the fact, but in bubbling anger. "You're overreacting, (Y/N)," is all he says.

I scoff. "I'm overreacting? You're the one not doing your job as a dad!"

Fury scribbles onto his face, his eyes burning down into me. Losing his patience, he roars,"Maybe because I didn't want this! I wasn't ready to have a child, but you just had to go and get pregnant!"

I simply stare at him, my ears in disbelief. "It takes two to fucking tango, Grayson. Don't act like you had no part in this," I say. "You wanted to have a life with me. And I wanted that, too." I pause, choking back tears. I swallow the large lump in my throat. "But now... I don't know anymore."

Grayson's expression turns to that of shock upon hearing my words. Then, as quickly at it came, it goes away and is masked by anger again. He lowers his gaze, narrowing his eyes at his feet instead. I sigh, wrapping my arms around myself to feel some kind of comfort.

"I don't recognize you anymore, Grayson. And until you change and go back to the man I knew and love... I can't stay here." His head snaps up but I'm already making my way to the door. My feet halt, and I look over my shoulder.

"Good-bye, Grayson."

~Time Skip~

Grayson's POV:

Two days. It's been two days since (Y/N) left with Isabella. Two days since I lost the two people I swore to protect for all my life.

And I was the reason they left. I feel useless. Hopeless. I couldn't even protect them from myself, and my outbursts of rage.

Now I sit at the dining table, all alone. I look over at the seat that would usually be occupied by (Y/N). At the space next to it that once held Bella's high chair.

I've fucked up. Royally fucked up.

My hand rushes to my phone again, pressing on the button for (Y/N)'s number, saved under 'My Love'. It rings and rings and rings. Nothing. The fourty-fifth try, and still no luck.

My mind starts to wonder. Maybe she really is better off without me. Both of them.

Images of the way I poorly treated my own daughter come flashing into my head, and a choked sob escapes my lips. I bury my face in my hands, cryinh into them. I'm a fucking mess. I'm a horrible dad. I'm a shit husband.

I sob louder, releasing all my pain and frustration into my palms. I need to give her space. She probably doesn't ever want to see my face again. I sniff, wiping my tears off.

One day, when the space between us has me on the brink of collapsing, I'll go to her. Even if she still doesn't want to see me then. I need to see her again.

And I will.

Muahahahahaha...

Yes, there is gonna be a part 2, so don't you worry ;).