requested by sugarpursuits
summary : In which you and Grayson go to a red carpet event and things take a drastic turn for the worse.
Grayson's Pov :
People were frantic running around alongside me.
The show had already started and (Y/N) was due to present in any second but yet she was no where to be found.
"Where is she!" A man yelled into his headset as he stood alongside the stage.
"I don't know sir," I heard a faint voice from his headset.
He sighed, slamming his fist on the table.
Realizing my present next to him he turned quickly.
"Grayson, she's your girlfriend, you must know where she could be!" He was stressing out but it wasn't without reason.
"Last time I saw her was about thirty minutes ago, one of your assistants and a security guard rushed over to us and told her it was something urgent and that she needed to go with them," I admitted everything I knew.
"Did you catch their names, or what direction they went," he asked full attention on me.
My mind was all over the place, worry, not even being able to describe the feeling in my stomach.
Something wasn't right.
"Umm," I shut my eyes trying to imagine the two people.
I remembered their names were on the left corner of their chest.
"The security guards name was Victor, and the girl's name was," my mind trailed off, "Jennifer."
His eyes shifted down to his clipboard as he furiously shifted through papers.
After scanning down a list of names he looked up at me eyes widened.
"We have no security guards or any assistants with those names. We have absolutely no Jennifer's in the entire staff actually."
That's when my mind clicked.
(Y/N) was not simply missing. This was a pre planned idea.
"Did they say where they were going," the man stammered, grabbing me and running over to a security room.
"She just said backstage," I ran as fast as I could, my voice backstage.
"We have cameras, if they came back here we have it on camera," he shoved me into the security room.
"Xavier," the man who I still didn't get the name of hit the security guard who was asleep.
"Huh What?" The security guard stumbled to his feet, still groggy from his apparent nap.
"One, you're fired for sleeping on the job. Two, I need you to put the footage of every security camera up from about 30 minutes ago," he yelled before talking to more people in the headset, telling them to come to the security room.
He set back the clips and my eyes scanned every computer until I saw (Y/N).
"Stop! There!" I point to the far left screen.
Everyone's eyes lifted up before Xavier made it big screen.
(Y/N) was seen running with the same girl and guy that I saw.
"They aren't in our staff," the man spoke worriedly next to me.
My heart began beating faster and faster, praying for the best and preparing myself for the worst.
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dolan twins imagines
أدب الهواةin which ya girl writes a bunch of imagines about her favorite goofy twins. ©