Grayson and I |Grayson Dolan|

25: Tylenol

1 month later.

Grayson: I'm coming over in an hour. dress casual. love you xxx

Grayson had just texted me and I'm laying here in Harpers room again after she got drunk for the first time this week and slept in my room.

i had my bags packed and ready for when i left on Monday so i opted for something out of Harpers closet. i opted for a floral playsuit that was hidden at the back of her closet and the same sandals that i always wear. i grabbed my bag and packed a swimsuit and other bits and pieces just in case i needed them for wherever we were going, if we were going anywhere.

harper emerged from my room in some old pyjamas and slippers,

"tylenol?" i asked her as she sat down on the sofa,

"yes, thanks and I'm never drinking again," the said as i slipped her a glass of water and tylenol.

"you're the best," she said as she laid down and relaxed,

"well, someone has to look after you when you get drunk and go around kissing random guys," i said as i sat down next to her,

she shrugged and sat up, "where are you going?" she asked as she scanned my outfit, "is that mine?" she then said after inspection.

"Grayson is coming over and he told me to dress casual, yes it is yours," i replied to her,

"you know that cost me 100 bucks right?" she said as she looked at me nervously,

"do you want me to change?" i asked her as i looked down at myself, she nodded and i went off to my room this time and tried to find something decent in my suitcase. the first thing i could find that was half decent was a pair of 'mom' jeans and a black crop top so i changed into that and put Harpers playsuit back in her wardrobe.

the doorbell went so i went over to answer it, stood there was Grayson in a muscle top with some grey ripped skinny jeans and vans. he kissed me on the cheek and walked inside,

"hey Harper, how you feeling?" he asked her as she sat there with a flannel on her face,

"oh you know the drill... hungover," she said in a sarcastic but humorous tone,

"Even though she can't legally drink in this country," I pointed out,

"Thank god for the 21 year olds then," she muttered.

he chuckled slightly and said hello to Peanut who was zonked out in her bed where she was last time i saw her.

after a bit of lazing around he took me out to Santa Monica pier for a fun day.

"how did you get to my place if you dont have a car?" i asked his as we got out of my car and i locked it.

"Nate dropped me off," he said as he locked his hand into mine,

"so you two are okay now?" i asked curiously,

"yeah, i think I'm over whatever took over me," he said smiling as we headed off to the pier,

"what was the matter?" i asked,

"oh you know... i think i was jealous," he said casually as the two of us walked over to the pier.

"jealous?" i asked him,

"yeah... i wanted you, not you and Nate... if that makes any sense at all," he states.

"it makes all the sense," i said back to him,

he pulled me over and kissed me before we headed onto the pier.

after we were at the pier for around 3 hours, something tragic happened. i can't really remember how we got into an argument but this one was pretty big. we were back at his apartment and Ethan had gone out with Alex and Nate. i think it was about the Nate thing which he said he was over and clearly was not.

"you know what, i don't need this," i said shaking my head,

"yeah well i dont need you," he snapped back to me.

"uh...what?" i said as my eyes welled up,

"just... i think- i think we need a break," he said as he slumped onto the sofa with his hand over his eyes.

"today was going great until you had to get all jealous over your best freaking friend!" i stated as i grabbed my keys, "yeah lets go on a break... but you're the one who ended it... not me," i said as i turned back and looked over at him.

he nodded and opened his mouth to say something but didn't.

"oh, and i leave Monday, so this is goodbye." i said even though i would be back again at the end of the month. i didnt want to leave him but i guess i had to since he wasn't responding to me.

i stormed out of his apartment and then i got into my car after the journey to the parking lot.

i put my foot on the gas and drove in rage back to my apartment where i was greeted by a sober Harper and the dog.

"hi," i said as i walked in sluggishly with my tear stained cheeks.

"what the hell happened?" she asked me walking over and putting an arm around my shoulder,

"were on a break... not a Ross-Rachel break but a break up kind of thing," i said as my head fell into her shoulder.

"aww, honey..." she said as she rubbed my head.

"ugh and i have to go and see Logan on Monday... why is this happening?" i asked her as i started to cry again.