innocent | ethan dolan

twenty-four

truth is, i miss you

-

violet's pov;

I don't think I could sleep properly the entire night after Ethan said those words to me. Those three words. Such little words, yet such huge meaning.

It was now 2pm and I was still in bed with Ethan. I had just woken up after sleeping for about maybe four or five hours? I couldn't remember since I kept waking up in between.

I turn to face Ethan, his eyes closed as he snores quietly. He still had his arm around my waist in comfort.

"I love you V."

His voice kept flashing through my mind last night. He was drunk right? He didn't mean it. He just wasn't in his right frame of mind.

I had been debating this back and forth the entire night. I got up, not wanting to leave Ethan's warm embrace. My head was banging wildly and I definitely needed some painkillers. I had a mad hangover.

I took Ethan's arm off of me, gently sliding out of his bed, as well as his embrace, so I wouldn't wake him. I successfully got out of bed and walked to the kitchen to see Grayson. He was making breakfast, or should I say Lunch?

He was wearing nothing but grey sweatpants, which hung dangerously low at his v-line. Why were they both so attractive?

"Hey." I say, rubbing my forehead as my head continued to pound.

"Morning." Grayson says, as he hands me a plate of food. I look down to see that he had put avocados on toast as well as eggs. God, it looked absolutely delicious.

"Oh, by the way, I left some more Advil for you. It's on the kitchen counter." he says, before sitting down on the couch. He turns the TV on, flicking on Netflix.

"You're amazing." I smile.

"I know." he smirks. I put the plate down on the counter as I swallowed two with some water. I go sit down on the couch with Grayson. He turns on Black Mirror.

"I fucking love this show." I say before taking a bite of the toast. I immediately felt better as I began to eat. It tasted fucking amazing. Who knew Grayson was actually not a bad chef?

"This is so good." I groan, taking another bite. Grayson chuckles at me before flashing me his cheesy smile.

"Oh, by the way, I ordered iced coffee as well. You drink coffee right?" he asks.

"Holy shit, I'm in desperate need of caffeine. God, you're amazing." I say, as the doorbell rings. Grayson hops up to answer the door. He comes back with three iced coffees. He placed them in front of us on the glass table as he makes conversation.

"Did you sleep okay?" Grayson asks, handing me a cup. He takes one for himself as he sits back on the couch, looking at me.

"Not really."

"What happened?" he asks.

"Ethan." I say. "He uh, asked me sleep in his bed with him." I say.

"Yeah sorry, he snores really—" Grayson goes to find some excuses as he babbles but I cut him off quickly.

"He told me he loves me." I say, staring in front of me. The tension suddenly became thick as Grayson didn't say anything. I looked at him as he locked eyes with me.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Positive." I say.

"I-I don't know what to say." he says, stammering. Of course he didn't. I didn't even know what the fucking think myself.