imagines | d.t

you're not fucking leaving me [g.d]

"what the fuck do you mean i was flirting with her?" grayson yells, storming into the house and slamming the door closed after i had walked in.

grayson and i were out at five guys when he decided to flirt with the waitress in front of me, who not to forget, was all over him.

i shake my head, "for fucks sake, don't act like you weren't all over that whore!"

"get over it! i didn't look at her!" he shouts,
putting his hands on his head then pulling at his hair.

a scoff falls past my lips, "yeah, okay, let's just pretend that you weren't eye-fucking her and that i'm just crazy."

his only response was to ignore me and walk to the kitchen, filling a cup with water and taking a sip of it calmly.

"don't fucking ignore me, grayson." i warn him but he stays still, scrolling through his instagram feed.

clenching my jaw, i stay silent and wait to see if he would respond. he didn't and my anger level only began rising more than how high it was.

i could feel actual smoke leaving my ears, "fine."

rushing up the stairs, i grab a suitcase and throw it onto our shared bed then unzip it.

i throw a bunch of clothes in there without really paying attention, due to my blurry vision.

biting my lip, i sniffle and try to stop the tears
from falling down my face.

i was not about to cry.

heavy footsteps sound in the entire house then enter our bedroom but i ignore them, continuing to throw items in my bag.

graysons angered expression disappears in a second as an upset one replaces it almost immediately.

"w-what are you doing?" his quiet voice asks confused. i don't even stop to look at him, "packing."

"where are you going?"

i stop and face the closet to take a deep breath, preventing myself from becoming angry again, "i'm leaving until you get your shit together."

"no, baby." graysons voice cracks making my heart ache even though i was mad at him.

shaking my head, i pack some shoes in my bag and go to pack my necessities.

once i turn around, i bump into a hard figure and hands wrap around my waist tightly.

graysons tear-coated eyes meet mine making me feel bad but i try not to let myself give in.

"y/n." grayson whispers but i don't listen and look anywhere but at him.

"i'm leaving, we fight too much now and i think-" i stop to take a breath and get myself together. "i think we should take a break grayson."

he shakes his head repeatedly, "y/n, please, no baby." he pleads with a cracked voice.

"i-i'm sorry." i apologize, my voice becoming shaky, try to get out of his grip but he just tightens it. "no! you can't leave me y/n! i-i love you!" grayson begs, his voice lowering towards the end of his sentence.

my hands push his off me and i zip my suitcase, "i'm sorry grayson."

"no." he bursts before he lifts my bag with one hand and throws it across the room, "no."

"you're not leaving me." he mutters, his chest heaving up and down heavily.

my angry eyes meet his, "grayson! what the fuck?"