need you | g.d.

10 - back to normal

kiara - thursday morning

i grab my phone from its place next to me. i unblocked grayson last night. i just had to know that if he was texting me that i could finally hear what he had to say instead of running from him.

i turn it over looking to see my notifications that woke me up earlier but i didn't mind to check them til i actually woke up.

he texted me. for the first time in almost a year he texted me.

  i immediately swipe up on my phone and click on the imessage app.

grayson: i'm about to tell ethan
grayson: well that didn't go as expected

shit. i ruined everything. i quickly type up a reply hoping he doesn't hate me too much to answer.

me: grayson what did he say?

i set my phone down and check the baby monitor that is on the other side of my nightstand. i glance at the screen and bailey lays there sound asleep, her arms above her head.

swinging my legs over the bed, i throw the blankets off of me and stand up. i walk into the bathroom the cold hardwood floors making me shiver.

first i brush my teeth and then i fix the mess i call my hair. i run my brush through my shoulder length brown hair and once it's all brushed out i pull it up into a half-up half-down type style.

bailey wails from the baby monitor in my room and i'm quick to finish my routine before jogging to her room. she stands with help from the side of the cribs, her screams quieting the closer i get.

i pick her up, one hand under each of her arms and hoist her onto my hip. her hand instantly find some of the hair that was left out of the ponytail pulling in with a tug.

"ouch," i blurt, carefully grabbing her hand that was tangled in my locks. "don't do that, bails."

i take her out of the nursery and into the kitchen setting her in her high chair while i prepare her bottle.

once i'm done i place her in my arms and hold the nipple to her lips until she takes it. i walk back into my room, remembering that i had left my phone in there.

a vibration comes from my phone telling me i had a new notification. a message from grayson to be specific. with my free hand i unlock it and click on my texts, opening his and scanning it over.

grayson: we need to talk. can i come over?

  my heart beat quickens and suddenly i'm sitting down. what if he doesn't want me anymore? after the night we spent catching up on each other's lives he seemed so happy; i was definitely more happy. just to have him back.

  i reply saying anytime would be good and he responds almost right away saying he would be leaving in five minutes.

  i quickly walk back into my bathroom and make sure i don't look disgusting before walking back out into the kitchen to eat a bagel awaiting his arrival.

  a few minutes later a couple knocks draw my attention to the door. i'm sat at the bar with bailey in my lap, sipping on my orange juice.

  slowly i pick her up and walk to the door, hesitantly waiting there.

  "kiara?" his voice. it sounds so blank and plain, like he's exhausted.

  my heart aches. this can't be good. i kiss bailey's squishy cheek, hopefully, as i unlock the deadbolt on the door.

i crack the door, looking into the dark hazel-brown eyes of the grayson dolan.

  he pushes the door open a little with force and instantly cups my face. his lips collide with mine and i'm taken aback.

  well—this is going better than it thought would.

  my hand grips the side of his neck bringing him closer before he pulls away slightly.

  "i love you, i hope you know that," he whispers as his eyes look into mine. he looks to bailey next to me and smiles. "and i love you too, baby girl."

  she sticks her tongue between her gums, giggling a little when his fingers tickle her stomach.

my stomach drops when i remember why he's here in the first place.

"so, uh, why did you want to talk?" i ask walking into the kitchen hoping he would follow.

he does and stops at the island, placing his hands on the marble, propping himself up. his long sleeve flexes against his biceps and i try not stare. damn.

"um, i don't know if i told you but the reasoning for ethan and i coming to l.a. wasn't just because we wanted to move. um, we started a youtube channel not long after you left and we blew up. like we have millions of subscribers now."

he pauses looking up from the counter at me and then towards bailey.

"so when you first told me that i had a kid i was—i am still excited—but i had forgotten about the reality of my life and everything that comes with it. like i said i have fans and my business is there business and i don't know how they would react to me all of a sudden having a baby with some girl they know nothing about. they would almost instantly hate you and make accusations about how the baby probably isn't even mine; that you're just doing this for attention from me."

  something inside of me puts out the little spark i had left. this was not something i expected first of all. and secondly what does this mean for us?

  i look down to the little girl in my arm. her eyes wander around the room and then land on mine, she stares back at me and i sigh, squeezing her cheeks together.

  grayson watches my movements, chuckling at my last action.

i look back up to him. "so, what do we do?"

"i don't know about you but i say we just be honest with the fans, they're gonna find out anyway, whether we tell them or not," he says shrugging his shoulders.

worry laced through my body and my anxiety kicks in. how am i supposed to just be okay with people hating me for no reason.

grayson's happy; i'm happy. so why does it concern other people about our business.

i nod my head deciding that maybe if we just tell them the truth they'll leave us alone after everything else. our lives might be able to go back to normal after all.

"fine," i sigh. "when do we tell them?"

a/n: ouuu an anticlimactic cliff hanger wow k ly bye
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