♡ imagines • d.t. ♡

naked ♡ g

based on a song by james arthur:)

y/n's pov;

you'd been trying so hard for months to make him open up, you knew you were good enough, he always told you how happy you made him, but then he'd turn around and not talk to you for days.

you'd told him how you felt, and he understood, but he said he needed time to think it over. but it was getting tiring, you were giving all you could. at first you were anxious, waiting to know his answer or what he felt towards yourself, but now you were just impatient, fed up.

he always seemed so happy around you, so carefree and he always talked about how being around you made him feel like he was on top of the world. but he never said the three words like you had hoped. he always pretended he didn't need anyone, and it tore you up, you loved him with everything you had, but he was hurting you.

and you were so tired of being hurt. you give your situation and him your all, but he always seemed to push it away. like it didn't matter to him. you would cry and cry for hours trying to think of ways to make him open up.

he would always find something to fight about, then say he was sorry and he was being stupid. you were tired of getting only half of him. you knew he was scared, and you understood, but you were tired of trying, especially when you were the only one.

so you left. as much as you didn't want to, if he really wanted you, his walls would need some breaking down. and you told him this all the time, he said he would try, but he never did. you weren't going to wait until he finally swallowed all his pride.

he was breaking you apart bit by bit. you truly wanted to give him everything. he never reciprocated. you always stood almost naked in front of him, showing him how you felt - always. showing him who you were and giving it everything you had. he never got the message.

you thought about him everyday, thinking maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave. but deep down you knew it was. it was what was healthy- for you. and maybe, he'd realize. if he actually deserved you and cared for you he'd come back and try. it wasn't for you to figure out anymore, it was all him.

you grew hopeless when you and grayson hadn't spoken to each other in over a month, thinking he really didn't mind. it hurt a lot, but it also made you realize that someone who would treat you like that definitely wasn't worth the effort or the time.

so that's why you were surprised when he showed up one day out of the blue. your dad had answered the door- yelling at you to come downstairs. when you reached the bottom of the staircase and realized who exactly it was that stood behind the door, your heart dropped. maybe he was here to say he was sorry, maybe he was here to say he wasn't at all. but you chose to listen anyways.

so when you looked into his beautiful brown eyes and took in all the features you missed so dearly as the three words you'd waited so long to hear escaped past his lips, you finally felt like you could breathe, like you could let it all out. when a tear rolled down your cheek and he reached up to wipe it away while looking into your eyes, you knew that this was real, that what he felt wasn't fake, and you felt like you could be you again.

"i really do love you y/n," he spoke softly while cupping your face, "i get it if you don't care, i put you through an unimaginable amount of pain. but i wanted you to know it. and i mean it." you had no idea how much over thinking and hurt this had taken him to say, but he meant it.

you hesitated for a moment, but you didn't know why, this was all you've ever wanted. but you knew it wasn't right when you felt envy towards him for saying he loved you. he left you a mess- for months, and he thought three words would fix it, even if that was all you wanted to hear him say to you. you had to put yourself first. maybe he had changed, for the better, but you'd been hurt enough, you weren't going to risk it.

"i'm sorry grayson." you let out, turning away from him and closing the door.

maybe he'd be perfect for the next girl, hopefully he had learned something from you, the one that got away.

but you didn't know and were completely oblivious to the fact that this took grayson everything he had in him, and you had just rejected him, broken his heart and turned away, but it was what you had experienced yourself.

grayson began to shut everyone out because of that day, and became worse than before, not even glancing at a girl who tried to gain his attention. he didn't give them a chance. he only wanted you. he developed a mean personality after pretending to be strong for so long, while you were happy. things sucked for him, always, and he just wanted to tell you. but he couldn't and it broke him even more, because he felt as if it was all his fault, when that wasn't your intention. you were just putting yourself first, while grayson was spiraling out of control, turning into a drunken, broken hearted boy who seemed like all his hopes had flown out the window. and he was all alone. he wasn't bubbly and humorous anymore. he was cruel and sarcastic and didn't give anyone the time of day. he didn't see the point. while months before he went out of his way to cheer people up, make sure they were at least somewhat happy.

but grayson wasn't grayson anymore.

all because of you, the one that got away.

hiiii:))

part 2?