Imagine This || Dolan Twins

Hate Is A Strong Word #2 (Emma)

A few people requested a part two so, here we go again lol. Hope you like it WintersOath But then again it's kinda not that great... Writer's block.
Emma's POV
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I walked back upstairs, confident as ever. Ethan was right, he doesn't hate me. But he is overreacting.

He can't just compare me to Ethan's previous girlfriends. He can't get rid of me as fast as it takes him to bring pleasure to himself. (I did NOT just write that...)

I went to the kitchen, sitting down on a stool at the island just as Ethan walked downstairs.

"So, what happened?"

"I thought I told you I'd be right back?" I laughed.

He shrugged. "So what. Oh, and you might wanna change into something more comfortable than jeans."

"But I didn't bring anything."

"You can wear some of my clothes. I'm sure I have something, c'mon." He motioned for me to follow him up the stairs.

Just as I stood up, Grayson came upstairs from the basement, causing me to stop dead in my tracks.

"Hey, Ethan?" He walked over to where I stood, standing in front of me as he talked to him.

"What?" He huffed, annoyance in his tone as he flexed his jaw, gripping the railings.

"There's no more blankets in the closet downstairs. Can you get some more from the bathroom?"

"Yeah," he hesitated. "I'll be back."

"I'll be waiting." He said as he turned around to look down at me.

"Excuse me," I said more nervously than expected.

He put his hands out to stop me from passing him.

"And just where do you think you're going, Emma?" He slightly pushed my shoulder, causing my to stumble back a bit.

I looked up, smiling.

He doesn't hate you.

"I think, I'm gonna go get dressed. I'm spending the night."

"Who says?"

"I said, Grayson."

He snarled at me, sucking his teeth before letting me pass.

I smiled up at him, keeping my eyes glued on his as I walked.

Just as I was about to pass him, his foot shot out in my path, which I kind of expected to happen.

I grabbed onto his shirt just as his foot shot out, bringing him down on the ground with me.

I fell right on top of him.

"My bad, it was just a reflex." I laughed, knowing I was lying.

"Yeah, sure." He scoffed, removing himself from under me and standing up.

He was about to walk away, but stopped suddenly.

I was about to get up, when Grayson turned around, outstretching his hand to take mine.

I hesitated, but took it with a look of confusion on my face.

He pulled me up off the ground swiftly, as if he has picked up a pillow.

"Um... Thanks." My eyebrows furrowed, though a smile seemed to form slighlty on my face.

He let go of my hand as soon as I was stable and on my feet, jerking it away from me as he rushed back downstairs without another word.