I'll never leave her G.D

. 4 .

Aria's POV

I'm sitting on the couch holding Olivia, when there's a knock at the door.

I hand Olivia to Mom, who is sitting on the other side of the couch.

I open the door to see a smiling Grayson.

"Hey Aria, you look amazing." He speaks, shyly.

"You're not so bad yourself." I chuckle at how nervous he was. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous too.

This man does something to me. He makes me so nervous. I don't want him to know that though.

*skip car ride*

We arrive at the restaurant.

Holy shit!

This place looks so nice. No one has ever done this for me. Damn, I'm getting emotional.

We step out of the car.

"You ready?" He asks, grabbing my hand. It sent chills down my spine. In a good way, though.

"Yeah." I say, quietly.

I can't believe myself. He probably thinks I hate him. I'm just shy. I need to tell him once we get seated.

Grayson's POV

When we arrived, she seemed distant. I guess she's just nervous. I don't want to worry too much.

We step inside.

"Name?" Orders the front lady, looking at her clipboard.

"Dolan for two, please."

"Right this way." She states, motioning is to follow.

We are seated, and get asked our drink order.

"Hey, I'm sorry if I seem shy and distant. I'm just a bit nervous." Aria mutters once the bus boy left.

"It's completely fine, I would be lying if I said I'm not nervous as well." I respond. I want her to feel like she can be herself around me.

"So Grayson, what's your story?" She asks.

"I'll tell you as long as you answer next."

"Of course."

"I was born and raised in New Jersey, alongside my twin brother Ethan, and older sister Cameron. Ethan and I were always bullied in school. So, we asked our parents if we could move to Los Angels at only fifteen years old. Don't know what possessed them to let our immature, young, teenage selves move, but they did. So we continued to grow our channel and now here we are today."

"Oh Grayson, I'm sorry you were bullied."

"It's fine now, but enough about me. What's your story, how did your beautiful daughter get here?" I question, hoping she doesn't take any offense for that last statement.

Aria's POV

He asks me about Ollie. I cant lie, all I can do is hope he doesn't judge me.

"I was born and raised here in LA. My mother and father have been divorced since I was three. He was never in my life. It's always been just my mom and I since I can remember. I wasn't exactly the so called "cool kid" growing up. I didn't have many friends. Just a few. Anyway, I meet a guy, my Jr. year of high school. His name was Jacob. I thought he was the love of my life. So I gave my virginity to him and became pregnant. I told my mom first. My best friend at the time was out of town, and I didn't want to tell her over the phone. I just went ahead and told my mom. She told me she would always support me, but that didn't mean she wasn't disappointed in me."

I paused. Trying to choke back tears.

Grayson places his hand over mine to comfort me.

"It's okay, take your time." He said, softly.

I pull myself together.

"Anyway, I told him I was pregnant and he left. Hasn't said anything to me since."

"Aria, that's horrible. If I were in his situation I wouldn't have left your sight. If I could make that son of a bitch pay." He fumed, clenching his jaw.

I gotta admit, he's hotter when he's pissed off. Which, I don't know how that's even possible.

"Don't worry about it. That fuckboy isn't worth the energy nor the time." I hissed, rolling my eyes.

Grayson chuckled, then looked at me.

"What? Something on my face?" I question, wiping it with a napkin.

"No." He laughed.

"It's just you're beautiful. And I'm so glad I met you." He smiles at me.

"Oh my gosh, Grayson. Thank you. But you know just as well as I do, Olivia has to meet you and like you before we can be together. I don't want to get her attached, and then you leave us."

"I can promise you right now, if I get attached to that little girl, there's no way in hell I'll leave her side."

"Thanks, this really means a lot to me."

We get interrupted by my phone ringing. It's my mom calling.

"Sorry, I need to take this."

"It's fine." He replies.

I step outside.

"Yeah, Mom?"

"Sorry to bother you sweetie, where is Ollie's thermometer?"

"Oh no, is she sick? Do I need to come home?"

"No, no. Enjoy yourself. I'll handle it. She's just a little warm. Now, answer my question."

"Sorry, it's in the drawer of my vanity."

"Okay, thank you."

She hangs up.