Grayson Dolan imagines FINISHED BOOK

Mine

OKAY SOOOO I WILL BE UPDATING MORE AND I HAVE A WHOLE TON OF IMAGINES THAT IVE WROTE SO YEAH AND IM BACK FOR GOOD
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Your POV
The sky was bright blue and was as clear as every student's mind as they attended the homecoming football game. As tradition all the football players had asked a lucky girl to wear their number, you had been asked by the football captain, Grayson Dolan, if you had wanted to sport his number so you could be his lucky charm, but Grayson wasn't the only one who asked you. His teammate, Nate, had also asked you to wear his number, what Nate didn't know was that you and Gray were an unofficial 'thing', not many people knew since you weren't exactly popular and didn't really like being the center of attention.

Walking with your friends, you find your seats near the front of the bleachers, so that you could catch a glimpse of Grayson, and show him that you were proudly displaying his number in your school colour on your cheek and on the shirt that you and your friends had all pitched in to buy, since they all got asked to wear numbers as well.

As you waited for the game to start and the bleachers started to fill up with people, your friends start to talk about what would happen when Nate sees you in Grayson's number, since it was known that Nate's temper wasn't always the most stable.

Grayson's POV

Searching my locker for my mouth guard I listen in to my teammates conversation, "I wonder what number Y/N is wearing tonight." My brows furrowed and I round the corner of the lockers to see Nate tying his cleats. "Obviously mine." His head whipped up to look up at me, he stood up straight and gave me a look. "And why would she wear yours, if I asked her to wear mine?" My jaw clenched, and I glared at him hard, "I mean she is going to be my girlfriend", he raised his eyebrows. "Going to be, so there's a chance that I could still make her mine, I'd love to see the look on your face when you see the hickies that I would leave all over her." A smirk played on his lips as a hard glare played on mine, I step towards him. "If you touch her, I will end you." I growl, he was pushing my patience and if it weren't for Coach calling to us, saying that we needed to hustle and get out there. I would have knocked him to the ground, I looked over at Nate once more and saw a smirk on his face as he connected his eyes to my angry face. I put in my mouth guard and feel a pat on my shoulder as I put on my helmet, I look over to see Ethan nod at me as we exit the locker room and get ready to run out onto the field.

Your POV

I see the players enter the field, my eyes searching for Grayson's familiar number, I see Ethan's then Nate's and finally Gray's, a smile spreads across my face as I call to him, "Gray!" I push myself against the railing and wave my hand high, he eyes lock on to me and I can see a faint smile underneath his helmet. Nate also catches my eye as I see him glaring at Grayson, scuffing at him, I turn my attention back to Grayson as I see him jogging to center field.

After the final buzzer, indicating that our team had won, I see the team lift Ethan over their heads, since he got the final touchdown that won the team the game. Grayson, however jogged towards my place in the stands, I immediately rush towards the stairs that lead to the field and ran towards him, he tossed his helmet to the side and wrapped me in his arms. "You were so good, baby!" I peppered his face with kisses as he let out a hearty laugh. "Princess, I just have to do one thing," I looked at him questionably, but he stepped to the side, so that we could see the team. "Hey Nate!" Nate's head whipped around, and he stepped out of the circle, his eyes burning daggers into Gray. "Mine." Was all Gray said, in the most intimidating voice I had ever heard, as he then leaned down to kiss me, his lips melding with mine as his hand cupped my cheek and hand held me close to his gear clad body.  The crowd let out a string of 'aw's and I felt his lips leave mine gently as he pressed his sweaty forehead with mine.

"Might I say, you look really good with my number on."