Hero // Ethan and Grayson Dolan

chapter 8 ~ come home

2 months later

Ethan is very happy in his relationship with me, but Grayson and I have been secretly dating each other for two months. The world is very supportive of Ethan and I's public relationship. They think they we're really cute and they make all those cute edits of us and stuff. They have even created a ship name, 'Brethan'. Cringe.

The person that sent the pictures has not been in contact with me at all since the first time sending the photos. I have to admit, I am still a little bit scared, but it relieves me to know that nothing has happened for two months.

Seeing Grayson has been distracting me from my phobia most of the time, although Grayson doesn't know about it. I'm just not sure if I should tell him. I'm scared he will look at me in a different way, even though I know he will be just as supportive as Ethan is.

Jordyn has not come to visit me at all. The last time I saw her was when her and Grayson were kissing. I think she's really pissed at me, although she has no idea about Grayson and I. Imagine if she found out.

...

I roll over in bed and check my phone. 8:57am. Grayson bursts into my room with his arms wide open, shirtless. 

"Good morning my Brooklyn!" He yells enthusiastically, flashing me a big smile.

"Grayson what the fuck are you doing! Ethan can hear you!" I say worriedly, sitting up in bed. I chew on my fingernails nervously.

Grayson laughs. "Ethan's gone out! We have all day to ourselves!" He runs up to my bed and embraces me in a massive hug. I sigh with relief and hug him back. 

"Grayson what are you doing!" I scream, laughing as he picks me up over his shoulder. He takes me out of bed and brings me over to the couch, laying me down again. I kiss the tip of his nose lightly. 

"I don't want to go out today!" I whine.

"Good! Because we're not going anywhere." Grayson says, stepping into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

"Making breakfast!" He says with a smile.

"Oh shit. I'm scared!" I laugh.

He puts his hand over his heart. "What does that mean?" He laughs too, then continues to cook the pancakes.

While he's cooking, I can't help but think about Jordyn. What's happened with her? I hurry back into my room, grab my phone, and return to the same spot I was lying on the couch. I open messages and click on Jordyn and I's chat.

Brooklyn: Hey, how have you been? x

She replies almost straight away.

Jordyn: Good, I've been on holidays in Hawaii for the past week, and I'll be here for another 15 days x

Brooklyn: Lucky! Can we put all this Grayson drama behind us and go back to being friends? x

Jordyn: Totally. x

I click the power button on my phone and place it down on the couch. 

I sniff, and smell burning instantly. 

"GRAY!" I yell, laughing. I turn around to see Grayson with the most guilty look on his face. 

"Oops. It's burnt a little bit."

...

Grayson and I had a great morning. We ate (burnt) pancakes, chatted about the most random shit, watched movies: we basically just enjoyed each other's company. 

It's 1:33pm. Grayson and I have decided on pizza. Classic, but it's our favourite.

As Grayson is on the phone ordering from the couch, I finish my glass of water and sit down next to him. I rest my head on his shoulder, and he puts one arm around me, holding me close. I can't help but smile when I'm in situations like this. I just love him so much.

Grayson hangs up the phone. "Lunch is on the way!" He says happily, kissing the top of my head lightly. 

Suddenly, my phone beeps multiple times.

"Whoa, you're popular today." 

I laugh as I reach over and pick my phone up to the coffee table. My face drains of colour. They're back.

"Grayson." I say. "I've just received more pictures."

"WHAT?!" He yells, leaning in towards me to have a look at my phone screen.

My fingers tremble as I open the chat. 

12 Attachments

Did you miss me?

All of the twelve images are pictures of Grayson and I at the beach from different days. They must've figured Gray and I go to our little spot on the beach almost every third day, when Ethan isn't home. That's so fucking creepy.

"We have a stalker." I admit.

"Yeah, but these photos are so cute." Grayson says, smiling.

I punch him in the arm lightly. "I know, we are adorable!" We both laugh.

"Anyways, Gray this is really concerning." I turn the phone off and return it back to its spot on the coffee table, with the screen facing down. 

"What are we going to do?! It's not like we can tell Ethan this far in..." I say, and Grayson raises his eyebrows.

"Seriously, Brooklyn? We are going to have to tell him sooner or later! We can't keep this a secret forever! What did you expect?" He snaps. I think he's annoyed at me.

"I'm sorry." He says, looking down. "I'm just genuinely scared."

I bring him in for a hug, lightly stroking his muscly arm with my fingertips. "I'm scared too. But we'll get through this."

Suddenly, my phone beeps. "Ah, shit. Don't tell me its more pictures." I say, pulling out of the hug and quickly reaching over to grab my phone again. 

"What the FUCK?!" I say out loud, as I look closely at the picture of a woman lying on the ground clutching her shoulder.

It's my fucking mother.

The message reads: Come home, Brooklyn. Alone.

and theres chapter 8! sorry it took me a while to update but I hope you enjoyed it :))