Magcon Imagines

Grayson Imagine for Hannah :)

I exited the airplane and made my way into the abuzz airport. I waited for my luggage and was quick to grasp it as soon as it was in sight. I began seeking for Grayson. I heard my name being called and I turned around and was greated with a handsome boy, I was lucky enough to call mine. I smiled and we made our way to each other, engulfing each other immediately.

"I missed you so much," I whispered, tightening my arms around him.

"I missed you more babe," he said burying his face into my neck.

We pulled apart and his grabbed my suitcase and grabbed my hand with his free one and intertwined our fingers. We began strolling out to the Uber Grayson had ordered and he put my luggage in the back. We began the ride to his and Ethan's apartment and I looked out the window. There was billboards of models everywhere, there were even some walking the streets of L.A. it seemed, or they were really pretty girls that had the ability to be a model. All the sudden I began to feel insecure. I started playing with the braclet Grayson had gotten me two months before. He must have noticed because he grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers.

"hey," he said squeezing my hand slightly.

I looked up at him.

"what's wrong Hannah?"

"nothing," I said giving him a small smile.

"Come on Hannah, I know you better than that."

"I'm good, Grayson. Just let it go," I said diverting my eyes out the window again.

"I can't fix the problem if I don't know what's wrong." he said staring at me.

I turned my head back and looked at him. "you're handsome Gray, you know that?" I asked.

"okay...." he said trailing off.

"Do you love me?"

He seemed taken back a bit by my sudden, erratic question.

"why would you ask me that? Of course I love you."

I nodded my head.

"what's this about Hannah?"

"there's so many models out here in L.A., huh?"

He smiled.

"why are you smiling?" I asked.

"you're crazy," he paused, "and beautiful. "

"answer the question Grayson, there's a lot of pretty models out here?"

He shrugged, "I don't know I guess."

"what do you mean you don't know Grayson, you live here."

"yes I do." he confirmed.

"then shouldn't you know—"

He cut me off, "I don't know Hannah because you're the only girl I see. I don't care about how many models live here, I love you."

I sighed and felt stupid, "I'm sorry Grayson."

He placed a kiss to the back of my hand, "don't be sorry baby, just remember you're my princess and I'm crazy about you."