<Grayson's POV>
I heard small whimpers as I walked slowly down the hall to my lovers room. Maybe I was hearing things? No, Y/n's too happy to be crying, she never seems sad unless she loses her phone.
I made my way to her closed door, I try to open it but its locked. I softly knock, and hear her sniff and shuffling from the other side of the door. The door slightly opens and she looks at me.
"Hey, Y/n," I smile.
"What are you doing here?" Her voice was so raspy, like raspier than any other raspy voice I've ever heard.
"I wanted to hang out with my bae, you ok?" I put my hands in my back pockets.
"Yeah, I'm fine," She smiles weakly. "But you should go, my dad might be here soon and he'll kill me -and you- if he saw you here," She warned.
"No. I don't care what he does. I wanna make sure you're really fine. Please, don't lie to me Y/n," I begged.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine, just leave," She demanded a bit too harsh.
"I'm not leaving till I know you're really okay," I fought.
She opened the door more and let me in. She sat on her bed and I joined her. She started crying, I looked over at her and instantly felt a huge pain i my heart. I pulled her into a hug as she cried in my chest.
"Baby, whats wrong?" I whispered, kissing the top of her head.
"They hate me," She sobbed.
"Who? Baby girl, who hates you?" I ask as I hug tighter.
"Your fans. They hate me," She cried harder.
My heart broke. I knew some people didn't like us together but from what I see is all love for Y/n. I sneakily grabbed her phone and saw she was on twitter, under the hashtag 'Die Y/n'. It was trending.
Why would my fans do that? Do that to the one I love so much?
Anger filled my whole body and I pulled away from Y/n, I wiped her tears and kissed her forehead.
"Its gonna be okay baby, I promise you," I mumbled, planting a soft kiss on her lips.
I love her lips so much. I removed my lips and sat criss cross, facing her.
"You took my phone," She gasped.
I chuckle, "I'm sorry, baby girl," I peck her lips and look at her phone.
I scrolled through all the tweets I could of Y/n and all of them were saying she's fat, not good enough, worthless, a slut, gold digger, attention whore, that I didn't love her. Now none of those things are fucking true.
"Gray," Y/n warned. "Don't do anything. Please just leave it alone," She begged.
"How can I leave this alone?!" I shouted, she flinched.
I frowned and sat next to her, putting an arm around her shoulder. I kissed her cheek.
"I'm sorry, I love you so much baby girl, trust me. None of these things are true, they don't mean shit. Okay?" I nuzzled my head in her neck.
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Dirty Dolan Imagines [read description]
FanfictionImportant description; I was thirteen when writing this, very young, and very stupid. I have bad grammar and ugly imagines, please don't judge because I was, as I said before - 13. These are all dirty imagines, so I suggest you grab a bible and som...