The Boy Next Dorm (Grayson Dolan Boyxboy) *ON HOLD*

Chapter 11 (I care about you, Nick.)

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Grayson's POV

I woke up to very loud yelling outside. It was currently 4 AM and I fell asleep at 2 AM, because I stayed up to study and do more homework. I was quite tired, yet I forced myself to get up and see what all the yelling was about. I turned the lamp on my bedside table on and saw, that Ethan was still sound asleep. He was such a heavy sleeper, unlike me. Who would even be awake at this time, when they had classes to attend only a few hours after? And of course the loud yelling came from Nick's dorm room. I shouldn't even be surprised at this point. I grabbed my phone and keys and walked out.

"Nick, open the door!" I kept knocking on his door, hoping he would stop, so I could go back to sleep.

"Don't you fucking dare to even lay one finger on him, you fucking asshole!" I heard him yell and my eyes widened in shock. What the hell was going on and who was he even talking to?

"Nick! Open the door, please!" He still didn't. I tried kicking at the door, hoping he would hear that.

"Hey! Open the damn door, Nick! Hey!" I was surprised that no one was even coming outside from all the loud noise. Or they were all really scared of Nick, which, I recently found out must have been true.

"Leave him the fuck alone or I swear I'm going to fucking kill you!" Oh wow. There was no way I could leave him alone at this state. Then again, he was probably going to push me away, again. Didn't he have a roommate? Why wouldn't he do something about it?

"Nick! Come on, man, open the door! It's me, Grayson!" I tried again and to my surprise, he finally opened the door. I was shocked at the sight. His hair was a mess and he was holding his phone with his bloody hand, his breathing fast. I pushed past him and walked into his room, only to find it completely destroyed. Their were even holes in the walls, he must have punched the walls many times, resulting in him hurting his hand.

"What... What happened?"

"Get out, Grayson. I'm serious, you don't wanna see me get angry again, do you?" He threatened.

"I'm not leaving, Nick. Show me your hands." I demanded, but he refused.

"Nick, please. I'm just trying to help-"

"I don't need your fucking help, Dolan. Now get out before I fucking make you." I stayed quiet and ever so gently grabbed his injured hand. I winced at the sight, you could even see his knuckles...

"Are you okay? What happened?" I whispered. We held eye contact for a while and I felt my cheeks heat up. His eyes were sparkling from the dim light and I froze for a moment. What was happening to me?

"Don't, Grayson. Just, leave me alone." He ripped his hands away from mine and went over to his bed, sitting down.

"No, I won't. You can talk to me, you know. I would love to listen." I told him sincerely. I always loved helping people, even though I wasn't the most social person on earth.

"There is nothing to talk about, now go. Leave me alone and stop sticking your nose into peoples businesses. Or else it's gonna end badly for you."

"There obviously is. Listen, I'm just trying to help-"

"I don't need your fucking help, Grayson. Stay the fuck out of my business!" He yelled, but I wasn't fazed by it at all.

"You really need to stop pushing people away from you, who are only trying to help." I told him. I didn't know why I was doing all of this. I shouldn't even care about him, yet I did and I didn't know why. I really wanted to be there for him, show him that I cared.

"I don't care, Grayson. Now go back to your room."

"But I care. About you." He slowly turned his head towards me, his lips parted. Why did he act so surprised?

"No, you don't."

"I do care about you, Nick. Whether you believe it or not."

"People always pretend like they care about you, yet they always end up stabbing you in the back, leaving you hurt. Trust me, I've been there before many times." He sighed, looking away. I felt a pang in my chest, it really hurt to see him like that. He had a vulnerable side to him, which was quite adorable.

"Well, not me. Why won't you believe me? I mean it, Nick."

"No one cares about me, never have and never will. Apparently I am a bad person."

"You aren't a bad person, Nick." I slowly walked up to him and sat down beside him.

"Why do you even bother, Grayson? Just give up, like everybody else has."

"I won't, I can promise you that." I shyly smiled at him, receiving a small smile back in return, that made me feel all warm and tingly inside. What was that feeling? I had never felt that before in my life and it was really confusing to me.

"I'm not good for you, Grayson. You should stay away from me." Why was he saying that? He must have gone through some really bad stuff for him to say things like that about himself and I was desperate to find out.

"No. Please, stop pushing me away. Let's at least try to get along and be friends. Please, Nick." He shook his head at that and I sighed out of frustration.

"Ugh, stop making things so hard for yourself, Nick!"

"I told you I can't just fucking be friends with you, Grayson."

"But why? What does it even mean? I don't get it!" I rubbed my forehead. He was just so stubborn!

"I already told you, figure it out yourself." He placed his non injured hand on my cheek, stroking it and I leaned into it. And okay, what? Why did that act comfort me? And why did I like it so much?

"You are so confusing, Nick. I've never met someone like you."

"Well, I'm sorry you did." And now I felt bad again. Why was he thinking so low of himself?

"Let me bandage your hand." I went back to my room and grabbed the first aid kit that Ethan and I had recently bought. We were pretty clumsy and hurt ourselves quite often, so we decided to purchase it.

"Give me your hand." I gently spread some pain relieving gel on his hand and placed the bandage all around his whole hand, finishing up with some ducttape to hold it all in place.

"There, all done." I smiled.

"Thanks..." He mumbled.

"Oh wow. Did you just thank me? That's a first!" I teased and he rolled his eyes at me, playfully.

"Shut up!" He laughed and I felt so happy at that moment.

I made him laugh and it was a wonderful feeling.

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This chapter is quite cute, hehe!

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