Rude - Grayson Dolan

04 - "love changed him"

[a/n: since I started this second book, I've been imagining Angela looking like Nicola Peltz! & I've also put Nicola in the new RUDE trailer. But if you imagine Angela as someone else, that is completely fine! Enjoy reading (: x]

Unedited (I didn't want you guys to wait any longer!!)

Angela

My legs felt like they were going to collapse as I follow Grayson to the dance floor. I could feel my pulse throughout every inch of my body as I stood in front of him.

He looks so beautiful. His features had changed slightly, not drastically but enough for me to notice. A slight stubble is evident on his jaw and his hair is no longer pushed back into a quiff. I like it and as much as I hate to admit it, I crave to run my fingers through his hair.

Looking into his eyes again, I feel my heart break. I also feel the love I once had. These eyes, the eyes that I dreamed of as I slept, the eyes that haunted me. I missed them. It's almost as though I'm addicted to the pain I once felt and the love that we had shared. But it seems as though I had felt that in another time and another world, we are no longer the people who we were.

Grayson's hand slides across the small of my back and I gulp at the simple touch. My chest begins to rise rapidly as his eyes stay focused on my own and I force my arm to lift to grasp his shoulder even though I feel numb, totally paralysed. His other hands takes a hold of mine and I had forgotten how perfectly my small hand fit with his big one.

The roughness of his hand is familiar and I feel a cool metal against my skin, a ring. Not a wedding ring however the silver jewellery that adores his index finger catches the light that shines above us.

"I got your letter." I manage to say, the words sounding odd from the tip of my tongue due to my nerves and I hope he doesn't notice.

His eyebrows raise and a slight smile is visible on his lips. His face is so close to mine that I could kiss him if I just slightly turned my head. The idea is appealing however also daring.

"You did?" Grayson asks without a hinting tone, his eyes focused ahead of him and my cheek brushes against his stubble.

"The man who lives in my old apartment forwarded it to me." I explain.

I don't know if he knows that I live in London. I doubt he does if he had sent the letter to my old apartment in New York.

"Did you mean everything you said?" I speak, the music sounding like a sweet lullaby in my ears.

"I meant every word."

I can feel his jaw clench against my cheek and his hand slightly squeezes mine. However, when he realises what he's doing, he stops and I wish he didn't.

"But tell me, why didn't you write back to me? Was I not worthy of your reply?" He asks, a slight humour in his tone and I know he is hiding his embarrassment for my lack of reply.

"I didn't know what to say." I honestly admit. "You left me quite speechless, somehow I forgot every word in existence."

I had picked up a pen and paper one Friday night after a long day at work. However, the words that I had in my head were jungled and knotted, they didn't seem to make any sense when I spoke them.

'Dear Grayson' was the only words that seemed to make sense but in a way they didn't. The word dear is a close and beloved friend. He was not close to me and I was struggling to know if he was beloved, although deep down, I knew he always would be.