dolan twin imagines .

trouble |g|

[y/n pov]

after spray painting the last letter of my name on the brick wall, i see flashing blue lights out of the corner of my eye. the police.

"arms above your head where i can see them!"

"shit." i mumble to myself as i slowly raise my arms above my head.

the cop quickly comes over to me and pins me against the wall.

"so, i'm guessing you did this graffiti y/n? how many times do i have to see you in a month? do you know how much trouble you are in? this wall does not belong to you and it is the county's property!" he states as he handcuffs me harshly and puts me into the back seat of the car.

at this point, i'm used to all of this. it tends to happen a lot.

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"here, go ahead and call grayson." he says while handing me the phone through the cell.

i dial his number and he picks up after 3 rings.

"hello?" he answers in a groggy voice.

he was sleeping.

"gray-" i start but he quickly cuts me off.

"not again y/n. dammit, i'm on my way." he sighs and hangs up.

i hand the phone back to the officer through the cell and he hangs it up.

"y/n, you need to stop getting into so much trouble. this isn't good for you and poor grayson always has to clean up your mess." the cop, daniel says in a sincere tone.

i sigh and sit down on the bench. i can't help the fact that somehow the police always catch me.

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grayson walks into the room with messy bed hair and glares over at me with a disappointed look on his face. i look down at my lap and play with my fingers.

both daniel and grayson walk out of the room and shortly after, daniel comes back in.

"you're free to go y/n. just please think about what i said. you're such a good kid and this makes you look so terrible." he says while unlocking the jail cell.

"thanks danny." i reply quietly and walk outside into the parking lot.

grayson is waiting for me outside the doors and when he sees me, his jaw clenches.

"y/n, you promised you wouldn't pull any shit like this again! how many times do i have to come get you out of the problems you caused?! why won't you just listen to what everyone has been telling you? graffiti, really? you should have known that it was illegal. plus, you shouldn't have been awake at this time and left our house. what if something bad would've happened to you?" he preaches at me with strong words and i feel my eyes begin to water.

"gray, you aren't the boss of me and neither is anyone that's been telling me to stop! i can live my life the way i want-" i start but he cuts me off again for the second time tonight.

"if that's the way you want to live your life, don't call me anymore when you're in deep shit like this." he says harshly and walks to the car.

i begin silently crying and attempting to wipe the tears but they continue to fall faster.

i walk to the car behind him and get in, looking out the window. the drive is silent until i speak up.

"you know, i wouldn't do this stuff if people gave me more attention. no one ever notices me unless stuff like this happens and it makes me feel important for once."

he pulls into the driveway and turns the car off, facing his body towards me.

"it's like i'm some type of burden any other time and you only want to be with me because you feel bad. when i get in trouble, you actually pay attention to me and show that you care by getting me out of it. i just feel unwanted i guess." i continue and sniffle as his eyes soften.

"y/n, baby i didn't know you felt that way. you should've told me. you're not a burden at all, i love you so much and i want to be with you because you mean a lot to me. you make me happy. i'm so sorry." he says sincerely and pulls my body into his, hugging me tightly.

he presses kisses onto my head as i cry into his chest quietly.

"just let it all out baby." he whispers and rubs my back soothingly.

after crying for a little bit, i pull away from him and he smiles at me.

"i promise i'll show you more attention baby girl. just please try not to get yourself into trouble anymore." he says as he brushes my hair out of my face.

"okay, i love you."

"i love you more." he replies and pecks my lips.

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a/n: another shitty imagine! thank you guys for reading and voting and shiz like that, i really appreciate it.

also, book cover creds to lustfulized, love you bby.