" your heart was glass i dropped it, champange problems" -champagne problems, Taylor swift
Dragging himself up the stairs, Grayson mentally punched himself for being such a dick, "you want to get her back!" Gigi's words echoed in his mind, he did, he really did want to get her back, but something in the back of his mind told her that he couldn't and shouldn't, if he did he would lose her, again.
He approached the door to his wing tired, pissed off and honestly just wanting to sleep, Grayson Hawthorne never wanted to sleep but now he just wanted to flop onto his bed and never wake up, unfortunately for him, it seemed his bed was already occupied, by the dog.
Grayson sighed and ultimately made the decision to lay down next to tiramisu, gently pushing her to the side of the bed, as she had decided to retire right in the middle of the bed. Grayson was sure she had done it on purpose to annoy him even more. Tiramisu woke up the second Graysons finger brushed her golden fur, startlingly quickly, she darted under his arm and tucking herself into Graysons elbow.
Grayson let out a soft and sad laugh into tiramisus side he had buried his head in, although he would never admit it, tiramisu calmed him sometimes it felt like she was the only person who actually cared about him, how pathetic, that his only friend was a dog. Grayson had always struggled making friends, he wasn't a people magnet like his brothers, he wasn't kind like Nash, wasn't charming like Jamie, and he wasn't even smart like xander, his whole life he had told himself he didn't need friends, but skipping lunch at school because he didn't have anyone to eat with probably wasn't the best option, that was of course until Aaron Ambrose sent Cordelia to heights country day when he was 17, when he had a real friend to hang out with, somebody who actually cared.
Grayson pushed all thoughts of Cordelia out of his mind, picked up tiramisu and walked to his wardrobe and flung it open, he easily owned over 100 suits, all worth over $30,000, but he did not chose one of these suits, he instead walked over to a small draw at the back, containing Jamesons old sweaters and sweatpants, he picked out a green sweater and a pair of grey sweats, he then flung himself onto his bed and pulled tiramisu onto his lap.
The rest of the night was spent with Grayson Hawthorne curled up with his dog, binge watching star-wars. The same night however was very different for Cordelia Ambrose.
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I had no motivation for this so just a fluff chapter i guess 🤷♀️
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love and haikus // grayson hawthorne
FanfictionCordelia Ambrose couldn't remember how old she was when she first met the Hawthornes, all that she knew is that her family and theirs had been friends for what seemed like an eternity. You can imagine how shocked she was when she found out the-one-a...
