𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

fleeting moments - g.d

573 words
warm glow + hippo campus
FIRST PERSON

i woke up next to grayson. he was clutching a pillow and his hair flopped over his eyes.

he opened his eyes and gave me a light smile.

"good morning, babe." he mumbled, kissing my forehead.

"good morning, gray." i sat up and put my slides on.

i walked into the bathroom and grayson followed. i started brushing my hair and he hugged me from behind, leaving soft kisses on the back and sides of my neck. i turned around and pecked his lips, walking back into our room.

i played our playlist at a low volume, and our favorite song came on.

i sat down and looked at my phone. i was humming along to the music when grayson sat next to me, putting his arms around me and putting his chin on my shoulder.

"why are you so touchy today?" i giggled.

"i don't know, you're just cute." he said, smiling at me.

i stared back at him and stuck my tongue out. he started tickling me and i squirmed in his arms.

"baby... stop..." i giggled.

i lied back on the bed and he hovered over me, smiling.

he planted a soft kiss on my neck and i hummed.

"you're not even supposed to be here. your mom and ethan might find out." i ran my thumb across his jaw.

we were staying in different hotel rooms because of the tour, and he was supposed to stay with ethan.

"it's fine, baby girl. ethan went to go workout and my mom went to the mall." grayson said, sitting across from me and fixing his hair.

he grabbed a pillow and held it, squeezing it.

he looked like perfection, with his brown eyes staring at me. the tiny sun rays pouring through the shades trailed his body and face, and his messy hair fell over his forehead. he had the cutest smile on his face as he held the pillow close to him, and i heard his perfect faint giggle as i sat closer to him.

"hey, that should be me. the pillow isn't your girlfriend." i said, grabbing the pillow and throwing it to the other side of the bed.

i crawled into his arms, putting my head on his warm chest and leaving little kisses on his shoulder.

he giggled and crossed his legs, holding me closer. he rocked back and forth and ran his fingers through my hair.

why can't every moment be like this? it feels like tour has been going on for two years, and we're only halfway through. this has been the first time that i actually get to be alone with gray in months, and he has a show tomorrow night.

"i already miss you and i haven't even left yet..." i mumbled, playing with his fingers.

"i know, baby. i miss you, too." grayson whispered, kissing the top of my head a couple of times.

we kinda just sat there for a few minutes, enjoying each other's presence. i listened to his steady breathing and closed my eyes. i needed to cherish his touch.

those last few fleeting moments felt like eternity, but eternity wasn't enough. it didn't give me enough time to say goodbye.

and now i'm moving. moving to italy. away from grayson. away from his embrace. away from that feeling i get when he tells me he loves me.

it wasn't enough time.

𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐬