Dear Grayson

I'm being myself

* slight language warning *

I re- read the letter over and over. I couldn't believe what was happening.
Grayson Bailey Dolan, wrote me a letter. A god dam letter. He physically grabbed a pen and some paper and wrote what he was feeling down. I couldn't keep it in any longer.
"MUM!!! GRAY FUCKING SON KNOWS WHO I AM!" I yelled running to where my Mum was on the couch. She looked up at me from behind her hair.
"That's great honey, who is he again?" I groaned, turned and ran up the stairs while screaming that I didn't have time to explain. I had to call Nat and tell her.
"Nat you will never believe what happened," I said while panting heavily.
"Slow down Chelsea! I can't hear you," I took a deep breath in and told her the whole story from the start. She couldn't believe it. And to completely honest with you. I could hardly believe it my self.

My favourite person in the world, the person whom I'm in love with finally how's who I am. He wants to know more about me. I can't even deal.
I grabbed my phone and sat down on my bed. I opened the twitter app and noticed I had two hundred new followers. I checked my notifications and one stood out.
"@/graysondolan followed you "
This man is going to kill me. I decided to dm him. Who knows, maybe we will start talking this way instead of the letters. It takes too long for them to arrive. Whereas with a couple clicks of a button I can message him from the other side of the world.
It took me ten minutes to decide what to send to Gray. I ended up going with a simple, "thank you Gray I love you" message. I can't over think this, I have to been myself, that's all that matters. I just hope he likes me for me.

Authors note/
So it's getting juicy.
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•love you all lil tishes,
Charlie•