I was in my room a few weeks after I got "stood up" getting ready for a date with Ian, listening to Taylor Swift songs. We had been together almost every other night since then. I told him that his excuse better be good and it was. I was hoping deep down that it wouldn't be and I could just forget him and move on with my life but it wasn't that easy. So let's backtrack to that night for a second shall we:
"This better be fucking good."
"It is, I swear to you," he said and pulled out a cell phone. "My band mate called me when I was on my way here and told me that he got us a gig at a big bar in South La. And I told him forget it, BUT there was a guy from a record company there waiting to see us. I couldn't miss it."
"So you could have just called and told me that instead of leaving me waiting," I said back not buying his bullshit. Ain't nobody got time for that.
"My phone died after I finished talking to him."
"Yeah, okay," I said rolling my eyes.
"No I swear, look." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed me that it was dead. "And I didn't know your number to call you from someone else's phone. But so it doesn't happen again, I memorized it." He recited my phone number to me three times in a row. "And in case you think any of this story is complete shit," he pulled up a video on the second phone he was holding, "watch this."
So I started to watch a video of himself explaining what happened. He looked cute on camera. "And so you don't think I filmed this prior," he said on the camera, "look here's a random stranger 'Excuse me miss!'"
"Piss off," she said and gave him a dirty look.
"Right," he said and moved on to someone else. "Sir, sir! Can you tell me where you are, what day it is, and what time it is." The guy looked scared but he did. I couldn't help but smile at his video. He turned it off.
"Do you believe me now?" he said almost pleading and taking my hand in his.
"Yeah, fine I believe you, whatever," I said trying not to smile.
"Okay good, so I'll see you not tomorrow night, I have a gig, the night after." I liked how he didn't even ask, he just asserted it. It was a turn on. I nodded my head and he kissed me on the cheek and got up to walk away but wouldn't let go of my hand so I was forced to get up with him. He pulled me towards him and in one swift motion brushed the hair out of my face and put his hand under my jaw. I just smiled and, not even to sound overly mushy (for lack of a better word), his eyes sparkled in the moonlight...that was really gross. "How about you kiss me this time since I did it last time?"
"No," I said back. Our faces were an inch apart. "How about you stop being such an assh—" I was cut off by his forceful kiss. It almost knocked the wind out of me.
"You're so stubborn," he said as he pulled back. And where have you heard THAT before...
"Goodnight," I said as I turned around to go back into the house. Something caught my eye and I looked up. I saw the curtain in one of the rooms moving, but no one was standing there. And that was when I knew Grayson saw the whole thing.
So now there I was, putting on my shoes and checking my phone every 20 seconds to make sure this bitch is on time. I haven't seen Grayson since that night. He went out the night before and didn't come home so I just assumed he got some and lived while he was young. I heard the doorbell ring so I grabbed my purse and ran down the stairs trying not to fall. I opened the door smiling and almost out of breath.
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Deep Breath | G.Dolan
FanfictionCiara is a normal girl going to school and living in New York City. She does normal things like shop, eat more than she should and regret it later, sleep, oh yeah a befriend the worlds most popular pair of twins. But that's just a side note really...