Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Creep Alert

Completely unrelated but Happy Birthday to me 🙃✨

(Y/N)'s POV:

"It's spelt 'i' then 'e'," I point out, reading the paragraph from over my boyfriend's muscular frame. I sigh, sparing a glance a the clock.

I bend at my waist to drape my arms over his broad shoulders, resting my chin atop his fluffy hair. "Babe, you've been at it for hours. I've waited long enough for a cuddle!" I whine, watching the words appear on the bright screen as his fingers type along.

"I'll be done in a minute, baby girl. I promise," Grayson says, his eyes never once wavering from the screen.

I huff, loosening my arms from him and beginning to walk away. Grayson has been typing away at his computer for hours, only pausing to answer the door to get his drink. But it's been twenty minutes since, and he still hasn't taken a second off his screen.

And frankly, I'm tired of waiting for a long over-due cuddle sesh.

I stroll into the brightly lit drawing room, walking past the couches and to the large glass doors revealing the backyard. As my eyes admire the way the sunlight glimmers on the pool water, a black something catches my eye.

I squint my eyes. The figure paces at the edge of the pool, the rays of the sun leak over the man's hair, making it appear greasier than normal. My mind races as I try to think of who that could be. Because the only people who know how to get into the backyard are us and...stalkers.

"Gray, who's that out back?" I question, entering the room once again to find him still glued to his seat.

"Dunno," he mumbles, barely lending me his ears. "It's probably nothing, baby."

My brows knit together and I purse my lips. Fine. If he isn't gonna do anything about it, then I will.

I march back to the glass doors leading outside, cautiously making my way to the mysterious man. When I edge closer, I call out to him. "Hey! What are you doing here?"

His greasy head snaps my way and he stiffens. I stand in front of the man, urging myself to bring forth a shred of confidence. "Well? Who are you?" I demand.

In a sudden motion, the man's hand grips my wrist tight, forcefully yanking me a step towards him. I jerk my arm, trying to free it from his grasp but to no avail. The more effort I put in, the tighter his hand wraps around my wrist.

I know if he doesn't loosen his grip soon, I might just end up with a nasty bruise. "Get off me!" I yell, still kicking at him, squirming, twisting my wrist harshly, doing everything I can to be rid of this man.

But the man stays in his place, and I feel hot tears begin to prick my eyes.

Grayson's POV:

I type in another word, then another, then the next. It pained me that I had to reject (Y/N)'s advances, but I really need to get this done. Just as my fingers go to punch in the next sentence, a yell in the distance grabs my attention.

I look up from the screen and scan the backyard. And there, standing on the far side of the pool, is my girlfriend. Her cries trigger a wave of worry and rage to crash over me, and my eyes trail to the cause of her distress.

I leap out of my chair at the sight of him. That man. The very same one (Y/N) was trying to tell me about.

What the f*ck.

My feet rush to the large glass doors before I can process what to do. I dart towards the two, my anger getting the best of me at the sight of this creep touching my girlfriend.

I shove the man hard, causing him to stumble back. Without a second thought, my fist launches out, striking him in the jaw. His greasy head whips to the side on impact. Just as I'm about to go in for another hit, my attention draws over to (Y/N).

The very next second, I safely enclose her in my arms, holding her figure close to me. "Baby, I'm so sorry," I say softly. "A-Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"

She shakes her head against my chest. I breathe a deep sigh, thankful that she's OK. I turn back around to face the man with my arm set around (Y/N)'s waist protectively.

The man simply stares at us, caressing the spot that connected with my fist. I glare at him and am about to interrogate him when it hits me. Looking at him closely now I realize...that's my f*cking brother.

A grin involuntarily finds its way onto my face, and I say, "What the f*ck did you do to your face?"

"Ethan?" (Y/N) asks, stunned.

Ethan laughs breathily. "The camera! Where's the camera?" he exclaims, running right for the camera that was apparently hidden in the dry grass.

"Bro, what the f*ck, dude?" I curse, running a hand through my hair in both disbelief and relief.

"Holy sh*t, E," (Y/N) says.

Ethan simply laughs. "It's me, guys. Give me a hug, c'mon."

"No, dude," I say bracing a hand between us. "Dude, I can't even f*cking look at you."

My stupid brother proudly shows us the body camera attached to him. My heart pounds in my chest, the adrenaline still pumping fast through me. "What the f*ck..." I lean my head against (Y/N)'s, closing my eyes for a moment.

"Oh my god, Ethan," she says. "I saw you at the door and I was like 'what the f*ck is wrong with that guy'." He guffaws, flipping the hair out of his face.

"Bro, I was on my computer and I saw a creep-ass guy in my backyard, and I didn't want to be mean but I was like 'what the f*ck is he doing?'" I say, throwing my hands up in exasperation.

"I f*cking told you something was off about him!" my girlfriend says, hitting my chest lightly.

"And then I saw you holding her and I got so f*cking mad, and-"

"And you punched me!" he exclaims. "I knew you were gonna be aggressive if (Y/N) was involved."

"Yeah, no sh*t, Ethan!" I say, my arm instinctively pulling her closer to my side.

Soon after we got over the shock stage, Ethan oh so graciously laid out his master plan for us, showing us the cameras he hid all over the house. Needless to say, after that prank, I promised (Y/N) I'd spend more time with her.

And if I had work, I'd make time for the woman I love.