Grayson Dolans Girlfriend

Chapter 7

Lily's P.O.V

There were cardboard moving boxes everywhere. There are lots of boxes but it's hard to think that all my belongings, basically my wholie life is in these boxes, making it look like way less than it actually is.

Grayson told me he'd meet me at the apartment. I've been there a few times to put bits and bobs where they need to go so we don't have too much to do when we get there.

"You ready to go sweetie?" My dad asked, putting the last box in the back of the removal van.

"Yes daddy, thanks for helping" I smiled, getting in my car. The roof was down so he came and leant on the door as my window was down also.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come and help you?" He asked sweetly.

"I'll be fine, thanks anyway" he nodded and kissed my cheek. I started the car, making sure the single cardboard box that was on the seat next to me. I moved my glasses from my head down to my eyes, my hair blowing in the wind.

The removal truck wasn't far behind me. It took about twenty five minutes to get there. I could see Grayson's car parked in the apartment parking lot, I parked next to it. Each apartment has four designated parking spaces in the parking lot.

I got out of my car, putting the roof up and locking it. I got the single box out of the passenger seat, carrying it inside. I unlocked the front door, the removal men trapping their feet impatiently on the wooden floor of the apartment hall.

I went to step in but they slightly pushed past me. I accidentally dropped the box I was carrying. I knelt down, picking up my old diaries, Polaroid pictures and all my old disposable cameras that I never got printed out.

"Hey babe-" Grayson turned the corner and saw me on my hands and knees. He got down and helped me pick everything up.

"Who's this?" He picked up a picture. All I could see was my blonde hair and long brown hair. I immediately snatched the photo from his hands and stuffed it in the box. He gave me a look.

"Don't worry, it's no one" I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

I stood up with the box and walked into the study room. My desk was like a cupboard. There are two in the room, mine being pastel blue and Grayson's is white.

I put the box down next to my IMac that I'd already set up.

"You okay?" Grayson put his head on my shoulder. I nodded, smiling at him. He nodded slightly, looking down for a split second.

"We need put everything where it needs to go" he kissed my cheek.

"I only just realised, we've only met each other, in person, three times and we live together" I giggled slightly, trying to make it look like I was okay.

The removal guys had gone now, all my boxes were stacked in the living room.

"Where are all your boxes?" I sat on the floor in the middle of all the boxes.

"I didn't have that much stuff... I've put everything away, I stayed here last night" he sat next to me, picking me up and putting me on his lap.

"I feel bad. I feel like I've taken you away from Ethan, let's face it he won't last two days without you" I put one arm around his neck, still sitting in he lap.

"He'll learn to deal with, I made sure he was toilet trained before I left." he chuckled.

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After about three hours everything was put away, everything except from the box I brought in. We walked into m-our bedroom, Grayson sat on the edge of the bed.

I rested the cardboard box on the white desk, my back turned to Grayson. I sighed deeply, opening the lid. I pulled out the top drawer of the desk, stuffing all my old diaries in there before shutting it gently.

All the pictures were sat in the bottom of the box. I took out all the Polaroid pictures of me and Mads, me and Tyler, ones I took of me Ethan and Grayson, me and Sophia, me and my parents, me and all my school friends even me and Maisie. Then the last one.

I hung the the others up, in random places on the plain white walls. I went back to the desk, looking in the box, now only one thing left at the bottom. I picked it up, resting my arms on the edges of the box.

I stared at the picture for a few moments before Gray took me out of my daze.

"Lily? You okay?" He stood up, slowly walking towards me. My back was still facing him but I could hear his footsteps get closer, seeing his shadow appear on the desk.

"N-nothing" I sniffles, holding back the urge to burst into tears there and then. But I knew I had to stay strong. Not only for my sake but for her sake. She wouldn't want me to cry, especially after so long. I know I should've let it go but I just can't.

His arms wrapped around my waist, his chin on my shoulder. I put the picture down before he could look at it and I turned around, kissing his lips, not giving him warning. He, of course, kissed back, as soon as he realised I was kissing him 😹.

He pulled away and looked at me. He looked kind of worried.

"You okay?" He wiped his finger under my eye, catching a few tears. I shut my eyes tight, a few more tears falling gently down my face.

I ignored his question, getting out of his grip, putting the picture up in just as random a place as the others. It happened to be above the bed. I stepped down off the side of the bed, nearly falling.

I looked to see Grayson looking at the picture, a look of awe in his eyes. I sighed, sitting next to him in the bed. He looked at me and shot me an apologetic look, sitting properly next to me. It was quite late and it doesn't look like either of us are eating so I guess we're in here for bed now.

"What's wrong baby?" He cupped my face, bringing me closer to him. I kneeled on the bed, making my way to him then straddling his waist.

I looked up at the picture, bursting into tears. I guess it can be good to let it out. You can't be strong all the time. I nuzzled my head in the crook of his neck. My hot tears running down his neck, soaking his shirt.

"Lily! What's wrong babe? Maybe it'll be better for you to tell me, to get it off your chest" he moved my face away from him, wiping my tears and kissing my nose.

I stayed straddling his waist. I looked him deep in the eyes. I nodded, wiping the tears on the sleeve of my oversized jumper.

"Where do I start?" I sobbed, laughing slightly.

"Wherever you need to" he smiled, making me feel ten times better.

"Okay, so it all started when...