Fifty Shades of Gray - Grayson Dolan Imagine

Episode 9

*Grayson's POV*

I watch her go, hoping that she'll give me a second look, but she doesn't.

*Y/N's POV*

As I reached Emma's car, I leaned against the car and cried. Cried as if I've lost something that I never had. That moment, I believed we were meant to be. The way his finger skimmed my skin, lighting sparks. I sobbed harder, knowing I will never see him again.

Emma: "Y/N, what's wrong?"

Oh no, I don't need an Emma lecture. Not about this.

"Nothing. It's just-"

Emma: "You and Grayson didn't work out?" I nod, letting my tears roll down my cheeks.

"We never even started."

Emma: "It's obvious he's interested."

"Then why did he reject me?"

Emma: "Maybe he recently broke up with his girlfriend and thought it was too soon."

"He said he doesn't do the girlfriend thing."

Emma: "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know and I don't care. We're never going to see each other again."

Emma: "Hey, forget him. He doesn't know what he lost."

"Let's not talk about him. We have a long drive ahead of us."

Emma: "Come on. Bryant wants us to have this night with all of us."

I smile, well try to. "Let's forget today."

*Grayson's POV*

I stare at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep. Why can't I get her out of my head? Her eyes, smile, everything. Why am I feeling heartbroken? I'm the one who said she wasn't for me. She's too innocent, too good. But I still want her. I need her. Rolling over to my side, I glance at the time on my phone. It's nearly midnight and I have to get up in six hours to drive back home. Oh, Y/N. The thought of her running off replays in my mind. She wanted me. I wanted her. But I fucked up everything. Closing my eyes, my phone vibrates. Who's calling at this time?

"Grayson Dolan." I state. Suddenly I hear a girly giggle. Is this a joke?

Y/N: "Why, hello, Grayson Dolan." She slurs.

"Y/N are you okay? Your voice sounds weird."

Y/N: "UGH, HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF RESPECT?" She shouts.

"Where are you?"

Y/N: "You are such a control freak." She laughs. She's definitely been drinking. Innocent Y/N got drunk.

"Have you been drinking?"

There was silence, and the line goes dead. I climb out of bed and dial her number again as I head out the door. It goes straight to voicemail. For fuck's sake. I dialed again and this time she answers.

Y/N: "What? What do you want? Don't talk to me." She snorts.

"Where are you? Which bar?"

Y/N: "Ugh I don't know how to read." She hiccups.

As I get into the car, I hear her shout through the speaker.

Y/N: "YOU'RE A FUCKING DOUCHEBAG."

"I have to agree with you there. Don't hang up on me."

Instantly, the line goes dead again. I don't bother to dial her. As I speed through the streets of Sacramento, I pass by a bar. There were two people outside, a girl and a boy. The boy seems familiar. Then it hits me. Shit, it's the photographer.

*Y/N's POV*

I hung up on Grayson when he told me not to. I sluggishly walk out of the bar, wanting some fresh air. As I walked outside, I felt an arm wrap my neck. Turning to see who it was, I felt dizzy. It was Bryant.

Bryant: "Y/N I love you." He grabs my face, forcing me to kiss him. I push him away, but he captures me again.

"No, Bryant please. We're drunk. Stop." I whine.

He keeps grabbing me, forcing his mouth on mine. In a flash, Bryant gets pulled off of me and thrown to the ground. Startled, I look up to see who was this mysterious hero. Grayson.

Our eyes meet and the familiar feeling of anger forms inside of me.