just a fan // grayson dolan

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I'm awaken the next morning to Grayson's sweet voice.

"Wake up, ugly ass" He giggles, shaking me aggressively. I groan, pushing his hands off me.

"Did you just call me ugly?" I grumble, not opening my eyes.

"Yes, I did. Now, get up, we're going fishing" He commands. I open my eyes and grab my phone, looking at the time.

"At 5 in the morning?" I ask with an attitude. He nods his head with a big smile. I try to keep my glare but fail, becoming soft at his cute face.

"Okay," I shrug, rolling out of the bed. He cheers loudly and jumps up and down.

"I've got everything ready, lets go!" He yells with joy. I follow him to the front door and put my shoes on, going to tie them, but stop when Grayson leans down and ties them for me.

"Whatta gentleman" I joke, ruffling his hair. He groans, opening the door. He picks up a tackle box and two fishing poles in one hand and holds his other out at me, making grabbing motions. I giggle and intertwine our fingers together, swinging our hands.

Grayson leads us down to the near-by lake and onto a cute little dock. We sit down on a wooden bench and I look at the sun beginning to rise while Grayson set up the fishing poles with bait.

"Here," He tells me, handing me one of them. I take it, thanking him quietly.

"You know how to do it?" He questions, glancing at me. I nod my head even though he isn't looking at me.

"Yeah, my dad used to take me all the time," I say quietly. I look at the bait before casting the line and reeling it in really slowly. Grayson does the same moments later, scooting closer to me once his line is in the water.

"What was your dad like?" He asks in a soft tone.

"He was my best friend and the kindest soul. I spent every day with him. He made me laugh in a way that no one else could. I don't know how someone so happy could be so sad at the same time" I smile sadly, whispering the end. Grayson rests his hand on my thigh and rubs his thumb back and forth.

"What do you mean?" He asks carefully. I sigh, trying to form words without saying too much.

"He killed himself" I mumble. It's quiet for a moment, making me regret my words.

"I'm so sorry, baby" He whispers. He rubs my thigh with his whole hand, the gesture calming me down.

"It's okay, it's not your-" I start to tell him, but I'm cut off by my pole being practically yanked out of my hands.

"I got one," I say loudly, my voice changing to show happiness. I reel in as quickly as I can, standing up and jumping up and down. Grayson laughs loudly at my excitement and mood change, helping me pull the line up.

"Woah" I whisper once it was fully reeled in.

"Here," I tell him, handing him the pole. He tilts his head at me, silently sending me a question.

"I know how to take it off, but they're slimy and gross," I tell him, scrunching my nose. He laughs loudly, handing it back.

"Alright, can I take a picture of you with it first?" He asks, not waiting for me to answer before he takes his phone out.

"You're not gonna post it anywhere, right?" I respond with slight sass. He shakes his head with a chuckle.

"Nah, my mom wants pictures from our trip" He shrugs, holding his phone up. I pose with a goofy smile, blushing when he mumbles "beautiful" under his breathe.

We release the fish and continue to catch and release for about another hour before we get bored. We pack the fishing equipment back up and take the short walk back to the cabin. When we get there, Grayson goes straight to the small kitchen.

"Avocado toast?" He questions, opening one of the cabinets. I hum in response, plopping onto the couch and pulling my phone out. I text back a few internet friends and scroll aimlessly through social media. My twitter account had gained quite a few followers back and I have several dms asking me why Grayson followed me and picked me for the tour show game. I'm still wondering myself.

"Come eat, babe!" Grayson instructs, setting plates and cups down at the table. I lock my phone and leave it on the couch, sliding my feet to sit next to him. My feet don't reach the ground on the tall chair, making me giggle and swing my feet back and forth. I glance at Grayson to see him already looking at me while trying to hide his smile.

"What?" I ask cluelessly. He shakes his head, looking down at his food.

"You're adorable," He tells me with a small chuckle. I stop swinging my legs and cross them instead.

"Thought I was ugly" I tease, referring to what he said earlier. He giggles, but tries to hide it.

"Don't make me tickle you" He warns, then points to my food, "you better finish all of that".

I roll my eyes and continue to eat, swinging my legs again. I finish all of the food, making Grayson praise me, and then help him wash the dishes. I dry my hands off, a smirk taking over my face when I get an idea. I quickly slap Grayson's ass before running off to hide, knowing he would want to get payback. I duck down behind the bed and roll under it, holding my breath.

"Where the fuck did she go?" I hear him whisper to himself. I cover my mouth, trying not to giggle loudly. It's silent for a few seconds before he grabs my feet and yanks them to pull me out from under the bed. His fingers find my sides immediately causing me to burst into squeals and giggles, trying to push his hands away.

"Say you're sorry!" He laughs with me, not stopping. I shake my head, but then regret it when he moves one hand to under my chin.

"Fine, I'm sorry!" I yell, trying to keep my chin down. He stops, standing over me as I try to catch my breath. I glare at him, but it doesn't phase him.

"Aww, is someone mad at me?" He asks teasingly, helping me stand up. I push his chest lightly and jog to the couch, laying down on it. Grayson walks to me, gesturing for me to scoot over, but I shake my head.

"Oh well" He shrugs, laying onto of me, but making sure not to crush me. I stare up at him, overwhelmed by his beauty.

"You're pretty" I mumble, letting him scoot down beside me and rest his head on my chest. I run my hand through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly. He hums in satisfaction.

"Thank you. So are you. I still can't believe you said yes" He admits with a sheepish look. I give him a "you're fucking joking" look.

"You thought I would say no?" I ask shocked. He shrugs.

"You're insane" I chuckle.

"Yeah, probably. Do you wanna take a nap?" He questions, knowing the answer would be yes.

"Yes, please" I respond happily. I close my eyes, my heart swooning when he snuggles closer to me.

~

Grayson and I wake up a few hours later at around 9 and spend the rest of the day together, just relaxing and telling each other everything there is to know about ourselves. Of course, I knew about half of the things that he told me, but I didn't mind. I like hearing him talk.

We left the cabin right as it started to get dark and Grayson dropped me back at my place. He offered to let me stay at his house, but I declined, afraid my mom would somehow find out and get angry with me.

I went to sleep that night with a small smile on my face. I feel happy for once, but something tells me that it's not going to last.