Fake Love | G.D

[sixteen]

- after the fashion show

"Chloe!" Grayson laughs as I trip over my own feet, "we need to get you back to the hotel you're so drunk" he states.

"I'm just having fun!" I defend holding on to him so I don't fall over, "but I do feel a little sick" I hiccup and cover my mouth.

"Come on, I'll get us a taxi" he says leading me out of the club where the after party is being hosted.

"I need to say goodbye to my dads and Rachel" I try to look for them as Grayson keeps walking towards the door.

"Chloe they left like 2 hours ago, you said goodbye to them" he laughs taking my hand so that he doesn't lose me. The security man outside the club puts us in a taxi and before I know it one of the best days of my life is coming to an end.

The fashion show was amazing. It went better than I could've possibly imagined, being on the runway felt so natural. I felt like I finally found what I'm suppose to do. I use to want to model because it was fun but after getting a taste of what it's really like I want it as a career.

"Are you feeling better?" Grayson whispers brushing a stray piece of hair out of my face as I lean into him.

"I feel amazing" I smile and he smirks, "what?" I laugh nervously.

"You're full of adrenaline but you're gonna have the worst hangover in the morning" he laughs as we pull up outside our hotel.

"So will you" I state, "don't think I can't smell that whiskey off you, you're about as drunk as me!" I tell him getting out of the taxi.

"Except I can walk" he smirks catching me as I stumble towards the lobby.

"It's not my fault they were giving away free champagne!" I say in my defence as he pulls me into the elevator, "I'd be able to walk better if you weren't dragging me everywhere"

"The doors were gonna close on you I'm sorry" he tries to hide his smile. I know I'm probably making myself look so stupid right now but I'm too drunk to care.

The elevator doors open, I try to walk out but he grabs my hand and spins me back around to face him. I'm now leaning against his chest, his arms are wrapped around my waist and his lips are inches away from mine.

"Grayson w-what are you doing?" I mumble nervously, being around him while I'm drunk is driving me crazy.

"This isn't our floor" he says keeping his hands on my waist after the doors close.

"There's no one else in the elevator" I point out the obvious.

"Yeah but your drunk ass was leaning against the buttons and hit a few floors that aren't ours" he smirks amused.

"Oh" I look away embarrassed, I completely misread that. I pull myself away from him and wait for the doors to open on the other side of the elevator.

"This is our floor" he says reaching to take my hand in his but I pretend I don't see it and walk out of the elevator in front of him.

He unlocks the door to our room and lets me in first before coming in behind me. The view from our hotel room easily lifts my mood. It's absolutely stunning.

"I still can't believe I was in a fashion show!" I squeal, "Chloe Bolton was a model in Marc Jacobs fashion show in the fashion capital of the world" even after saying it out loud, it still doesn't feel real.

"You looked amazing" Grayson compliments me taking my hand and pulling me into his chest again.

"I seen you standing up and clapping for me when I came on to the runway" I tell him, "the paparazzi went mad for it, Amanda is going to be over the moon"

"I didn't do it for them" he whispers, "I couldn't take my eyes off you" he admits and leans in to kiss me.

Wait what.

Grayson Dolan is leaning in to kiss me. I'm either very stupid or insane because instead of kissing him I force myself to pull away.

"I-I-" I stutter, I don't know what to say. "Madison needs to tell you something when we get home and I don't know if you're just kissing me because you're drunk but you need to talk to Madison first" I blurt and he looks at me confused.

"What are you talking about?" he asks.

"I promised I wouldn't tell you but you need to talk to Madison before-"

"Chloe" he stops me, "I know Madison has feelings for me"

"Who told you? Was it me? Am I that drunk I forgot?" I ask worried.

"No" he laughs shaking his head, "it wasn't you, she told Ethan a few months ago and Ethan told me"

"And?" I ask looking at the floor, refusing to look at him.

"And" he trails off tilting my chin up gently to make me look at him, "I don't feel the same way about her" he confesses wrapping his arms around my waist once again as if they belong there.

A small part of me can't help feeling happy but guilt is overpowering it because regardless of how Grayson feels for Madison, I'm trying to be her friend. I can't let anything happen with someone she has feelings for, that's not what friends do.

"Chloe" Grayson brings my attention back to him, "tell me how you feel" he mumbles.

"What do you mean?" I act stupid as if I don't know what he's talking about, I can't admit to him how I feel.

"I've never felt this way about a girl before" he admits taking me by surprise, "tell me I'm more than the contract because I can't read you"

"Grayson you're drunk" I try to pull away from him but he pulls me back, "maybe we should talk about this in the morning" I try to talk my way out of it.

"You know I'm telling you the truth" he ignores me, "you see the way I am around you when there's no cameras, it's not fake" he adds.

"I know but we shouldn't talk about this while we're drunk" it's killing me telling him this, I want to know how he feels but I'm afraid it's just the alcohol talking. I don't want to get my hopes up.

"Chloe please" his voice cracks, "you're the only girl who has ever made me nervous, tell me it's not just me that feels this way" he begs.

This is another side to Grayson I've never seen before. He's vulnerable and insecure and it has him terrified because he's usually so confident.

"Chloe" he says frustrated, "please just-"

I don't know where I get the courage to do it but I cut him off by leaning in to kiss him, I take him by surprise but he reacts quickly kissing me back and smiling into the kiss.

I've kissed him before and it definitely started the little crush I developed on him but this time it feels different. Maybe it's because we're drunk or maybe because there's no cameras and it's not fake but either way it feels amazing.

I kick my heels off and we fall back on to the bed behind us, I unbutton his shirt and he pulls it off his arms throwing it across the room.

He pins my arms above my head while he's still kissing me before leaving a trail of kisses down my neck.

"Grayson" I breathe.

"Mmm" he mumbles leaving a trail of kisses all over my body.

"I don't know if we should do this" I want to more than anything but I'm starting to overthink it, what if it makes things awkward.

"I'll stop if you want" he whispers slipping a hand up my dress.

"N-no don't stop" I stutter clutching the sheets in my hand. I unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. He tugs at my dress and I nod for him to pull it over my head.

"Are you sure?" he asks, "I don't want to rush this, I'll wait"

"I'm sure" I tell him eagerly.

note;
was this chapter a surprise to anyone? do you think chloe and grayson are rushing into things or will they regret it when they're sober?