Dolan Twins Imagines // 1

Care // Grayson Dolan

Warning; some subjects in this imagine may offend some people. Also, your character is 18 here.

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~Backstory~

Sometimes, though you can't say it, you just need someone to ask if you're okay. Sometimes, you can be broken to the point of feeling like you can never be fixed, but one person just asking how you're feeling could put all of you back together. One person, my person, was Grayson Dolan. He saved me and I owe him my life for that.

~Y/N's P.O.V~

I've always wanted someone to care. Ask if I'm okay, ask me how I'm feeling. I've never had that and, no matter how much people disagree, it's true. Everyday at school, I got ridiculed and hated on for absolutely everything. They called me horrible things because I had recently came out as bisexual. The left notes in my locker that listed everything wrong about my body. Many of those same people believed that I could take it because I saved my tears for my secluded space at home. I gave up on everything one Friday. I snuck out of the house and took a walk to the park. I sat on a bench, looking out to the water I was planning to drown myself in. As I stared and reminisced on why I was even thinking about it, tears formed in my eyes. No one ever asked if I was okay, if I ever wanted to talk. No one ever cared enough to wonder why I would disappear for days on end. I dropped my head into my hands, quiet sobs muffled thoroughly. I felt the strange heat of someone watching me. I looked up, but no one was there. I shook it off, climbing up and sitting on the railing that separated me from my death. Fear settled in, but I refused it,

"Just do it. It's best for everyone. Just die." I bit my lip, looking up and blinking back my tears. I stood up, my back pressed against the railing. I leaned forward, my free fall to death starting. The hood of my jacket was grabbed, stopping me from falling. I squirmed,

"Let me go!" I looked up and a boy no older than myself looked down at me. Tears streamed down his face. I started sliding out of my jacket, completely set on dying. I slipped again, but my hand was grabbed. I swung for a while and I was dragged up. The boy gripped my shoulders and stared, saying nothing. His eyes flickered across my face,

"Talk to me." I couldn't take it. I broke down in tears, dropping to the ground. He dropped with me and hugged me tightly. I felt safe, like I could pour everything into this boy, and I didn't even know his name.

~Same Time Y/N Left Home (Grayson's P.O.V)~

I yelled at my brother Ethan that I was taking a short drive around. He didn't answer, so I just left. I pulled up to a park and got out of my car. I saw a girl around my age sitting on the bench that overlooked the river. I watched her, curious about why she was out late in the night. She soon sat on the edge of the railing. My breathing hitched and I stepped significantly closer. She said something to herself, inaudible to me. She then stood, back pressed onto the railing. She leaned forward, falling. I jumped a good 5 feet and leaned over the railing, gripping her jacket hood as if it was my own life on the line. I fought the tears in my eyes, wondering what happened to make her do this. She wiggled,

"Let me go!" She slid an arm out of her jacket. She slipped again, so I tossed her jacket and latched onto her hand. She stared at me as I pulled her up. I gripped her shoulders, just looking at her. Out of nowhere, I spoke without thinking,

"Talk to me." She broke down in tears and dropped to the ground heavily. I fell beside her and hugged her. She hiccuped against my chest and hugged me back. When she calmed down, I helped her up. She wiped her face,

"No one's ever said that to me before." She tossed her body against mine and her arms wrapped around my neck. I hugged her back and rocked side to side. She sighed, hugging me still,

"No one cares about me." She pulled back,

"I can't trust anyone to care. I rely on people who don't even care about the difference between my life and my death." Feelings poured out of her mouth. I slowly led her to the bench and sat us both down. She kept talking, spilling her whole life,

"...Then all my friends turned and used so many things against me to benefit themselves." She kept going, her speech speeding up. She started crying again, but she stopped, mentioning that she didn't deserve to feel remorse for herself. I stopped her,

"I care." I looked her in her eyes to make sure she knew I was genuine and sincere. Her hand went over her mouth as more sobs emitted from her. She curled up against me, wrapping her arms around my waist,

"It's sad because I don't even know your name." She stared out at the water. I rubbed my hand up and down her back,

"Grayson. Grayson Dolan." I placed my chin on top of her head.

~Present Day (Y/N's P.O.V)~

I finished my story, handing the microphone to my now lawfully wedded husband, Grayson Dolan. He finished his side of it,

"And, now, here we are. Happily married as Mr. and Mrs. Dolan." The crowd erupted in cheers. I laughed, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. Grayson laced our fingers and kissed my hand. He smiled at me,

"The past 5 years have been hectic" I hugged him,

"I love you so much." 

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Double Update... -KudosDolan