Dolan Twins Imagines

Should've know better // Grayson Dolan

You should have known better than to believe your boyfriend when he brushed off your concerns about him coming down with a cold. Despite Grayson doing a poor job of muffling his sneezes, trying to be inaudible as he cleared the 'itch' in his throat, you let yourself believe him when he said he was fine and that it was just allergies getting the better of him.

Now though, sitting at the airport, waiting to board the flight, you were kicking yourself internally for having listened to him. You looked over at your boyfriend, his red nose and watery eyes barely hiding just how sickly he was feeling. Catching you staring at him, his lips pulled into a smile.

'I'm fine, babe' he said, his cheery voice not doing much to calm the worry that was starting to build inside of you.

The flight to your hometown was long and arduous. Unsurprisingly, Grayson had fallen asleep the minute the two of you were seated. His head nestled in the crook of your neck, arm wound round your waist, he had somehow found a way to snuggle into you even with an arm rest blocking half his body.

The nap had done him some good it seemed, as you both departed the flight, your fingers entwined with his. He seemed livelier, his energy and smile almost back to how it usually was. He had even insisted on carrying both your bags as you exited the airport, waving off your suggestion to use a trolley.

It was late evening when you arrived at your parents' doorstep. Your parents had pulled you into a hug, their arms somehow managing to wrap both you and Grayson in it. The house was suddenly filled with laughter and conversations, Grayson and your father seating themselves in the living room, while you followed your mother into the kitchen, your dog hot on your trails.

After having covered the basic topics of conversation: how was life in L.A, how was the job treating you, how were things between you and Grayson, your mom turned to you, concern etched across her face.

'Was it just me or did Grayson appear a bit flushed and not the "I'm turning red because I'm meeting your parents" kind of flushed?' she asked, her voice soft and worried. You sighed, looking over your shoulder, taking in Grayson's beautiful face. He seemed to be engrossed in some deep conversation with your father but you would be blind to miss the slight sheen on his forehead and the red that was starting to pigment his nose, just like it had at the airport.

Biting your lip, you turned back to your mother, who was eyeing you patiently.

'You know how he is. He refuses to accept that he can fall sick. He's been playing it cool for a week now and it seemed like he had it under control but ever since we left this morning, it hasn't been looking too good. I'm just going to wait until he finally caves and accepts that he's not feeling well. If I push him now, he's just going to huff and puff. I wouldn't put it past him to beat his chest while he's at it.' You replied, rolling your eyes as you spoke.

Laughing softly, she had pecked you on the cheek, before carrying out the food to lay on the dining table. Dinner was uneventful, conversations flowing smoothly. You couldn't help but keep looking over at Grayson, taking in his appearance. He was doing an okay job of hiding how he was feeling although the gruffness in his throat very obviously gave away just how sore it was. Unable to help yourself, you had held his hand under the table, squeezing it gently, in an attempt to comfort him. He had patted your hand, mouthing, 'I'm fine' to you as he did.

Soon after, you both had retired for the night. Grayson was out cold even before you could turn off the light. His snores were quick to fill the room, although the way they were escaping, you were sure Gray was going to wake up with a blocked nose in the morning. Letting out an exhausted sigh, you had curled up next to him, his body warmer than usual, immediately wrapping itself around you.