Miami to Los Angeles | Grayson Dolan

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"you coming back to ours then yeah?" Grayson says with one hand on my thigh and the other on the steering wheel. I bite onto my bottom lip trying to hide my smile that was creeping onto my lips. "I mean I can go back to mine if you're fed up of me?" I look up to him, seeing his face completely drop.

"no chance " he smirks, picking back up his gorgeous smile. 

the rest of the drive home is a comfortable silence, broke every now and then by Grayson and I's singing. 

"Home sweet home," Gray says as he pulls into his parking spot on the driveway. home... it doesn't even feel weird calling it that... "My god Ro, what've I gotta do to get you out of your head?" instead of answering, I look at him and smirk as I get out of the car, shutting the door behind me. 

"Oi cheeky!" he says jumping out of the car and running over to me. "don't do shit like that," he says looking down to me and cupping his hands around my face. He smiles playfully, letting me know that he's joking. he squeezes my face and kisses my lips jokingly. He lets go and opens the door leaving me breathless yet again. 

"what the hell are you two still doing on the couch!" Grayson exclaims throwing his arms in the air, looking at Ethan and Emma still lounging on the couch. Separated by a massive bag of Doritos, their eyes are transfixed on the TV. 

"Are you still watching suits!?" I realise as I look towards the telly that was playing the same thing as it was when I left this morning. Neither of them answer 

"Season 5" E says with almost no emotion in his words. "you're kidding me bro! you guys were on season 2 this morning! you seriously need to turn it off. go outside. do something!" they both ignore him and you could see it was making him kinda mad. hot. he storms over to the coffee table, snatches the remote and turns it off, throwing the controller down to them both. 

before either of them get a chance to say anything, Grayson grabs my hand and drags me into his bed room. "Woah, Gray. what was that!" I say releasing my hand from his grip and gesturing to the door that he had just slammed behind him.

he doesn't answer me, he just groans and walks into his bathroom. "right so you getting pissed off at them for not talking means that you're not going to either." he still says nothing. At this point, he's really starting to bug me. I've never seen him get angry like that. I storm out of his room, pick up my shoes from inside the front door and storm out. As I start walking down the street, I order an Uber to come pick me up and take me home. 

I stand at the end of the road and wait for the car. as I do I feel my eyes start to tear up. This is why I didn't want to get involved with him. This is why I didn't want to start feeling something towards him. I knew I'd have to leave. I was so stupid for not listening to myself. 

The car pulls up in front of me and I get in, trying to hide my tears. the drive isn't that long so I should be home in no time. I text Candice to let her know that I was on my way home. I didn't get an answer straight away like I normally do so I assumed she was in bed asleep. 

I thank the driver and get out the car and walk down the driveway with my heels in one hand and purse in the other. I walk in and go straight upstairs. I get un dressed and put my pyjamas that I bought myself on, wiping off all my makeup. trying to get rid of anything that can remind me of tonight. I put my hair up and climb into bed. I check my phone, seeing no notifications or texts from him. I throw my phone to the other side of my bed and roll over, trying to keep my tears in. 

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(10am Friday Morning)

"Morning Rosie" Candice says softly as she pulls open my curtains making me pull the duvet up above my head. "Rosie?" she repeats. I mumble in response, hoping she'd leave me alone