dolan's dirty imagines

date night ; grayson

"what is up your ass all of the sudden?"

i huffed and crossed my arms, sitting back into the leather far seat.

his eyes were dark and his nostrils were flared as he continued to drive.

"okay, so you're just going to ignore me?"

i sat there, waiting for a reply.

"why don't you go talk to that waiter, jayla, seemed like it was alot of fun for you."

i rolled my eyes and chuckled a bit.

"so that's what this is about? the fucking waiter?"

he nodded lightly.

"why are you even upset?"

"because you were clearly flirting with him! as a guy, you don't wanna see your girlfriend flirting with another girl infront of you."

he said, becoming louder with each word.

"you're delusional."

i blankly stated.

i shifted my eyes towards the window, watching the street lights zoom past.

all i wanted was to be away from him right now.

the rest of the ride to the apartment was uncomfortably silent.

he stopped the car and turned it off, unbuckled his seat belt, and got out, slamming the door harshly.

i flinched at the noise and sighed.

he usually would open my door for me but this time he didn't.

i huffed and unbuckled my own seat belt before exiting the car.

i watched as he opened up the front door angrily.

i closed the car door behind me and began to walk up the driveway.

as i walked in, he was already up on the third floor where his actual apartment was.

i walked up the stairs, i could hear things breaking, glass shattering.

"jesus fucking christ, really?"

i said, to myself.

as i walked into his apartment, plants were splattered all over the hardwood floor, along with some vases and drinking glasses.

as i closed the door behind me, my heart began to beat furiously as he walked towards me.

he didn't take his eyes off of me as he grabbed me by the arm, harshly.

"ow! let go!"

he ignored my plea and dragged me to our bedroom.

i tried to break free from his grasp but it was no use.

when grayson gets mad, hes mad.

once we reached the bedroom, he forcefully shoved me on the bed.

i attempted to catch my breath as he ran his fingers through his hair.

i watched as he opened a few drawers, searching for the box.

i bit my lip as he pulled it out of the top drawer and placed it on the night stand.

"what are you-"

"shut up."

i pressed my lips together and obeyed.

i wasn't going to make him any angrier than he was.