Dolan twins imagines

Grayson imagine

*Graysons pov*

 My life sucks. It sucks big time. My dad left when I was 10 and my mom never tried to help me make contact with him. I'm failing classes. Everything is going wrong for me. That's until I met you. You helped me through a lot of things I didn't even know I was going through. You thought I changed but boy, were you wrong. I still have a wall built between my heart and feelings. I don't think ill ever change.

 "so I stood up to my mom." I blurted out squinting my eyes from the burning hot sun beaming down on us. your eyes lit up and you looked up at me squinting as well from the sun but at that moment you didn't care. "That's great! did you get your dads number?" you asked me with a huge smile setting down your apple taking a sip from your water bottle. "Yeah, but even better I talked to him and he wants to meet me." I said chuckling at your reacting taking a sip from your water. "That's great! When are you meeting him?" you asked snatching your water bottle away from me before I could drink it all. "uhm today, could you uh, would you liked to, can you come with me? please." I stumbled with my words trying to find the best way to ask you. I didn't want to sound like a pussy or anything. "of course." you chuckled putting your hand on top of mine flashing your breath taking smile.

 "how many more hours until we get there?" you whined resting your elbow on the window seal of my car resting your head on the palm of your hand. "3 more hours." I said taking one hand off the steering wheel to hold your free hand. You smiled at me before you continued to stare out of the window. The wind blowing through your hair making you look gorgeous. Even though you always looked gorgeous.

My hands were shaking as I stared at the apartment door through the front of the cars window. "hey, don't worry everything will be fine." You said resting your hand on the side of my neck, your thumb moving side to side on my jawline making my muscles relax. I stopped shaking and looked over at you with a smile. I kissed you making all the worries slowly fade away. I hopped out of the car walking up the stairs to my dads apartment door. You were close to my side and you hugged my arm as I knocked on the red door. Some pieces of the dried up paint chip off.

 There he was. Standing right in front of me with a red checkered flannel and jeans. "Can I help you?" he asked squinting his eyes like he's trying to recognize us. He did look like me. "Its me, your son." I breathed out weight lifting off my shoulders as I said that. 6 years of my life I went without a dad and here he is, staring at me. "oh, oh my gosh look at you! your almost as tall as me! How's your brother?" he asked with excitement closing his apartment door to step outside with us. "He's doing good. he would be here but he's still mad at you for leaving us..." I trailed off noticing his face fall, but he quickly replaced the frown with a grin. "how about we go to a bar down the road? All my friends will be there. We can catch up." he said with a smile and he turned his head finally noticing (y/n) standing next to me with a small smile. "and you are?" my dad asks holding out his hand with a smirk. "(y/n), Grayson's girlfriend." She stated standing up straight and shaking his hand. "Ahh, young love." He said sighing. His face fell and he looked down like a painful memory flashed through his mind. "Should we go?" I asked trying to change the subject. He looked up and smiled at me nodding his head. He got his keys and we drove there. We didn't go in the same car because everything was still new to us and the trust is still trying to be built up again. So we simply just followed him in our car.

"Ashley! This is Grayson, my son, and his girlfriend (y/n)." My dad introduced us to a lady sitting at the bar. She had brown eyes with blonde hair. A white tank top with some band on it and jeans with cowboy boots. "well howdy! As you know I'm Ashley! Your dads fiancé." Ashley said, She had a thick southern accent and an okay sized ring on her ring finger. "fiancé? Damn dad." I chuckled high fiving him. He laughed aswell and we sat at a booth.