𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐓 (gracie abrams x reader) [IN PROGRESS]

XXXI

1 week later

"Did you pack the suncream?" Gracie asked, closing her case shut.

"Obviously"

It was the day you were leaving for Spain, and you had never before seen the brunette next to you so stressed out.

"Okay. When is Liv picking us up?"

"In 1 hour. Calm down" you said gently, zipping your backpack up.

Gracie looked like she was about to say something but your phone rang before she got the chance. It was Olivia.

"Hey boo, I'll be there in an hour, just need to wake up Conan as he's still asleep" Liv said, not knowing she was on loud speaker.

You cursed after seeing Gracie's face go sour.

"Okay Liv, see you then" you said quickly before hanging up.

"He's still in bed?!" Gracie started, pacing around and getting even more stressed.

"Calm down. She will be here in an hour she doesn't live far away anyways" you said, checking yourself in the mirror.

"How can I calm down when there's so much to do?" the brunette gasped.

You could see her running her hands through her hair in the mirror reflection.

"Gracie" you said turning to face her, applying the lipstick blindly as you stared at her.

"Calm down" you said softly.

The brunette took a breath and sat herself down on the bed.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm overreacting" she sighed.

"It's fine baby I know. Just try not to, I promise we'll get there on time" you answered, putting the lipstick down on the dresser.

Gracie didn't say anything after that. She just lay down and went on her phone. You started curling your hair, but throwing occasional glances to the brunette in the mirror.

"You look so nice" the brunette eventually said, looking up from her phone.

"I don't know about the lipstick I feel like I should have gone with a gloss instead" you mumbled, focusing on not burning yourself with the curler.

"You look hot stop it" Gracie groaned, her eyes still on you.

"And I'm so shit at curling my hair" you laughed, continuing the depreciating talk.

The brunette muttered something and then got up.

"You're not, but let me do it I'm bored" she said, taking the curlers off you.

"In other words 'y/n you're shit at curling your hair please let me save you'" you mocked, making the brunette scoff.

Gracie was always really good at doing hair. And you secretly loved when she did yours.

A few minutes later your hair was wavy just the way you liked it and you couldn't be more thankful for the girl behind you.

"Thank you" you said.

"No problem" she said, kissing your cheek before turning back to the bed.

1 hour later

An hour went past and soon enough you heard Liv pull up outside. Gracie had made sure everything was packed to an inch of its life, and was now dragging the suitcases outside towards Liv's car. Obviously her guitar slung on her shoulder.

After getting in the backseat of the car, you saw Conan and Olivia sitting in the front.

"So you actually managed to get up?" Gracie asked the boy, half joking as she sat down next to you.