Rude - Grayson Dolan

19 - "our little secret"

Angela

The table soon was filled with steaming food and my mouth watered at the delicious sight that was in front of me. Switching my knife and fork around, I begin to stab my fork into the freshly cooked potatoe and I cut it in half.

"You eat with your knife and fork the wrong way round." Grayson points out as though he had just noticed and didn't realise the night I had dinner with him.

"I always have." I tell him before placing the hot potoatoe into my mouth and I quickly place the serviette onto my lap.

"Of course you have." He laughs and I gulp at the creases of his eyes that form wrinkles, I'm almost star struck at the sight as the soft happy noises escape his mouth.

"I made Angela an Instagram this morning." Christina tells us, however few people at the table turn their heads at her loud and excited voice, Ethan's shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"We saw, are you going to start posting?" Ethan grins at me, knowing that I had no input and will have no input in what I post.

"I don't know what to post.." I admit with a shy laugh as I begin to eat the other of the potoatoe before lifting it into my mouth to chew and swallow it.

"Oh, don't worry I'll do that for you!" Christina's smile is identical to Ethan's as she sips her white white which is swirling in a tall wine glass.

Only forks scraping across the plate was only heard and Grayson's annoyed bickers as he heatedly argued with an older man next to him about politics. The man white beard only just touched his waist coat as he jokingly patted Grayson on the back however Grayson's jaw only clenched in annoyance and he gripped the knife and fork tighter in his large yet white hands.

I could practically see the anger pouring from his face as his eyebrows furrowed into a frustrated frown and I chewed hesitantly on my bottom lip before moving my hand to rest on his thigh. As soon as my dainty hand was placed on his tight suit trousers, his shoulders relaxed and he let out a breathe that I didn't even realise he was holding.

Keeping my eye on his face he closes his eyes as though he is thankful that I stopped him from turning the banter into a blood bath and his hand let go of his fork before threading his it through mine.

Not being able to help the dorkish smile on my face from raising, I turn back to look at my plate which is full of food to pick up my fork and begin to awkwardly eat with one hand, Grayson doing the same.

His hand felt warm as it clasped safely over mine and I couldn't help but squeeze my hand tightly around his to make sure he was ok.

With my hand still on his thigh, hidden under the table like it was our little secret that we couldn't let anybody know and he wanted it to stay concealed. As though he didn't want to be seen holding a woman's hand so delicately instead of resting his hand just above their arse like in the magazines. But I knew people would be jealous as I felt like I was home as his thumb traced circles on the back of my hand.

The music played beautifully and I was mesmerised by the elegant building as over fifty couples laugh with eachother, all different ages from twenty to seventy. I fell in love with the way the strings of the violin would play as I watch as Grayson's eyes are on his food, occasionally flicking to our joined hands.

Christina's head rests upon Ethan's shoulder, a pout on her lips like the frown she wore at the club. Her eyelashes fluttered as though she was asking for something however Ethan was refusing with a kind laugh.

"Please, dance with me." She smiles up at Ethan, her plate empty and she clasps her hands together, beginning him.

"After I've finished eating, baby." Ethan replies before laughing and shaking his head as he reaches to put more meat on his plate.

"Gray..." Christina calls to Grayson and he lifts his head up to her, his lips in a straight line however they lift into a cheeky grin, my chest aching at the sight of him.

"Chris..." Grayson teases her as though they're two teenagers in high school who have been best friends forever and I guess they have. Ethan and Christina have been together since high school so Christina and Grayson must have been good friends.

"Will you dance with me?" She squints her eyes as though she waiting for a no however Grayson puts his fork down onto his plate and he tightly squeezes my hand.

"Sure."

My hand is left empty as he pulls out his chair before placing his strong hand ont my bare shoulder and I quickly look up to him, loving the feeling of his touch on me. His calming brown eyes adore into mine as he licks his lips before looking towards Christina whom is already standing by his side, waiting for him to dance with her.

When I think he's about to speak, his lips parting however nothing flowing out of them and I place my hand on top of his, causing his eyes to harshly blink as though no one had touched him so lovingly and delicately. My chest became tight as his cologne sweeped into my nose as he turned away from me to walk to the dance floor, Christina excitedly speed walking in front of him.

"You're in love him." Ethan tells me and I whip my head around to face him, my throat dry and I feel flustered as I nervously laugh.

"No I'm not." I reply, shaking my head.

He places his knife and fork against the edge of his plate before intertwining his fingers with eachother other and a warm smile pulls on his lips.

"You look at him the same way I look at Christina and the same way my parents looked at eachother." Ethan begins as he lifts his serviette from his lap to fold it and place it on his plate. "Christina is everything to me and I don't know what I'd do without out her. I'd go crazy. That's the way you look at him; as though you're scared to lose him."

I suddenly felt cold. Goosebumps rose on my skin because I knew he was right however I didn't want to admit it because I already knew how Grayson felt. I'd be a fool to believe he felt the same however I guess I'm the fool because if looked me in the face and told me that he told me he loves me, I wouldn't mind if it was fake. I would take the fake love and savour it forever because I'm too foolish to believe it isn't real. The only person who I'm a fool for is Grayson and it hurts that he will never look at me in that way, however I wouldn't take him looking at me anyway for granted.

"It's ok." He assures me, his eyes looking towards Grayson and Christina who are now dancing to the music, brushing past older couples as Grayson's eyes roll at Christina as moves his arms to the correct position. "He may not love you the way you want him to, but that doesn't mean he don't love you with everything he has."

"He doesn't love me.." I tell him, as my eyes are still captivated by Grayson as he tries not to smile at Christina who begins get annoyed as she proceeds to place Grayson's hand back on her shoulder instead of by his side.

"He does. He's scared to fall in love with you because he doesn't want to hurt you." Ethan's smile brightens as Christian turns to look at him to shoot him a big grin and I sigh at the simple yet adorable action. "Grayson would never hurt you, not purposely."

[a/n: this chapter is veryyy short ok but I wanted to leave it on a good speech from Mr E Dolan. If I have time I'll update tomorrow to make up for the late update and short chapter!
ALSO if you didn't know....I MET THE TWINS!!!!! (Check out my instgram (fasterdolan) to see the pictures and the m&g video!) unbelievable they are even more gorgeous in real life!

- when I finish this book (which I'm afraid is v v soon!) would you read a book 2 or a book based on Christina and Ethan's relationship (from the start or carrying on from this book), please comment your thoughts!
- and please help this story to grow by sharing it!! Tyyy

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