r.

He took a bite of the cookie and seconds later, Ethan was running to the sink to spit it out and rinse it out with some water, “Holy... Why is it? Why is it so s-”

“Salty?” You said laughing at the horror on his face.

“Yeah!” Ethan said walking over to you. “I followed the recipe exactly! It said 1 cup of sugar and 1 tsp of salt!”

You walked over to the cabinet and placed the salt and sugar containers in front of Ethan, “Point to me which one is the salt and which one’s the sugar.”

Ethan pointed to what he thought which was which, explaining the reason why the cookies were so salty.

“Ethan. You mixed up the sugar and the salt!” 

“Well how am I supposed to know?! You put them in the same exact container and they look exactly the same!” He attempted to explain himself. Maybe he was right about them easily getting mixed up and you should move them into different containers.

“You could’ve tasted them to make sure!”

“I just went with my gut! You know I don’t bake!” Ethan said.

“I think you made that pretty obvious tonight. Next time I’ll do the baking, like I do every year.” You laughed while getting the frosting.

“You still want to decorate the cookies?” Ethan questioned, knowing now that the cookies were no longer edible.

“Of course.” You smiled at him, meeting those hazel eyes you loved. “It’s a tradition, isn’t it?”

For the next 30 minutes, the two of you decorated cookies, showing each other the good and the bad ones.

“Look who it is.” Ethan said, showing you a cookie cutout of a man which he decorated with some clothes and a mustache.

“Is that supposed to be Grayson?” You laughed as he nodded his head, admiring the way you tilted your head back and the way your hair fell off your shoulders.

A few minutes later, silence fell between the two of you until Ethan said, “You know even though we somehow manage to ruin the cookies every year, I think this tradition is my favorite.”

There he was again with those kind words that never failed to make you smile. It was your favorite too. Every tradition you had with him was your favorite.

“It’s my favorite too.” You said in a hushed tone as he looked over and smiled at you.

“What?” You questioned, noticing his stare as you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

“Nothing. I um I’m just wondering how you got frosting on your cheek.” He chuckled watching you miss the spot as you attempted to wipe it off.

“Here I got it.” Ethan said softly as he held your cheek while wiping the frosting off with his thumb.

Instinctively, you leaned into his warm hand, wishing this moment could last forever. But then fear struck the both of you. “I um... We should probably start cleaning up.” You said nervously, beginning to clean up your mess and leaving Ethan to sit there wondering what he did wrong.

Eventually the two of you settled into the living room and put on whatever movie you wanted to watch that night, but Ethan didn’t mind it. Just as long as you were happy. However, Ethan would be lying if he said he didn’t feel his heart skip a beat like those many other times he’s been desperately trying to ignore ever since he met you.

Like every year, the movie eventually ended up playing in the background as the two of you became too focused on the conversation you were having with each other. 

“Do you know what you’re getting Grayson this year?” You asked before taking a sip of your hot chocolate.

“He’s been really into speedos lately and I have no idea why. But I’m going to get him a razor as a joke to shave that mustache of his.” Ethan said, earning a laugh from you.

“Oh my gosh...I’ve seen so many tweets from fans about that. There was one that compared him to the Mr. Pringles logo and I honestly couldn’t tell the difference.” You said jokingly as the both of you laughed.

Eventually silence fell between the two of you, simply enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence until Ethan handed you a poorly wrapped box with a golden bow on top and said, “Hey I have something for you.”

“E... I thought we said no gifts this year.” You sighed feeling guilty since all you had to give him was a hoodie. 

“Yeah I know... I just wanted to get you something. You know just cause.” Ethan shrugged, anxiously waiting for you to open your gift.

“You know I hate when you spend money on me.”

Ethan turned to face you as the both of you sat cross-legged and leaned in a bit as he placed a hand on your knee, “I know. But... just open it.”

You unwrapped the gift and opened the box to reveal two tickets to see Shawn Mendes in concert, something you never thought you would be able to attend. “Ethan... H-How did you get these? I thought his concert was sold out!” 

“I may or may not have got them during the pre-sale after you had mentioned wanting to see him in concert.”

“I’ve only mentioned wanting to see him once.” You stated.

“Try twenty times in the past week.” Ethan jokingly said.

“Okay whatever. But these must have cost you so much money! Here let me pay you back. How much were they?” You said frantically grabbing your wallet before Ethan placed his hand on yours to stop you.

“Y/N it’s okay. Really. It’s my gift to you.” Ethan said with a smile on his face.

“Oh my god!” You said leaping up to give him a tight hug, catching him a bit off guard. “Thank you thank you thank you.”

You pulled away and stared at the tickets in your hand, “I can’t believe I’m actually going to see Shawn Mendes!”

“And I know they’re not front row or anything b-” Ethan said as he played with his thumb nervously.

“Ethan. I don’t care if they’re not front row or if they’re nosebleeds. I just... I can’t believe you got these for me.” You said smiling at him, “Thank you for the best gift anyone has ever given me.”

“Anything for you.” Ethan said, pulling you into his side and giving you a kiss on the top of your head. And he meant it. He would do anything in the world to see you so happy.

You cherished the moment for as long as you could, enjoying the warmth and comfort of your best friend. Honestly just movies and hanging out with your best friend would’ve been perfectly fine, but him going out of his way to get you something that made you happy, was a bonus. You would have never thought you’d be so lucky to find someone like him. 

“I got something for you too, but it’s not much.” You said pulling away and reaching for the bag by your feet.

You handed Ethan the bag as he accepted it from you and said, “I’ll be happy with whatever you got me. So I’m guessing we both broke our deal about no gifts this year?”

“I guess so.” You shrugged watching him take out the tissue paper, hoping he wouldn’t be too disappointed in what you got him.

“A hoodie! I’ve been meaning to buy more because I don’t know what hap-“ Ethan said as he took out the hoodie from the bag, but suddenly became confused when he realized what he was holding, “Wait. Isn’t this mine?”

“Yeah you gave it to me a while back so now I’m giving it back to you now.” You shrugged.

“So you gave me back my own hoodie? As a gift?” Ethan questioned you.

“Hey in my defense you said no gifts this year!”

“But I still got you something!” Ethan chuckled. He wasn’t mad. He just found it funny because this would be something you would totally do.

“So did I! It just happened to be something... I’m giving back to you.” The truth was the reason why you were giving it back to him was because it didn’t smell like him anymore.

Sure he had a closet full of them you could steal from, but this one reminded you of how lucky you were to have Ethan in your life.

*flashback*

It was freezing cold tonight and you were stupid enough not to bring a jacket to a bonfire with some friends. Some of them you only knew of, such as Ethan and Grayson Dolan.

You were so captivated by the story Grayson was telling that you didn’t realize your marshmallow caught on fire and that someone sat next to you until they grabbed your marshmallow stick, “Whoa. Careful.”

“Oh my gosh. I should’ve been paying attention. Thank you.” You said slightly embarrassed before looking up at who had saved your marshmallow. 

The moment you met his hazel eyes, you felt breathless. It was one of those moments you swore time had stopped. Those eyes. Those dreamy, hazel eyes you would soon learn to love.

“Here you can have mine.” He offered as he handed you his perfect smore. 

“Thanks Ethan.” You accepted the offer and took a bite, letting the combination of roasted marshmallow, chocolate, and graham cracker fill your mouth 

“You know who I am?” 

“Who doesn’t? I’m Y/N.” You said putting your hand out for him to shake as he did the same.

His large hand was probably twice as yours, crushing your much smaller hand, but somehow his hand was warm on this cold night. “You cold?” Ethan asked, feeling how cold your hand was.

You rubbed your arm, looking into the fire as you finished your smore. “Um no I’m go-”

Before you could finish, Ethan was taking off his hoodie and handing it to you. “Here. Take this. It’ll keep you warm.”

“Ethan it’s okay really. I’m fine.” You said, beginning to push the hoodie back towards him.

“You’re practically freezing right now.” Ethan chuckled.

“What about you? Won’t you be cold?” You asked.

“I’ll be okay. I was getting hot anyway.” Ethan reassured you with a smile.

“Thanks.” You said before putting on the sweatshirt as his scent surrounded you.

Ethan nodded his head as he listened to Grayson go on about his story, desperately trying to stop himself from staring at you. Even though he had met you just a few moments ago, there was just something about you that made him feel so drawn to you. Was it your smile? The way the fire made you glow? Maybe it was...everything.

Between the talking and stolen glances, somehow time passed by without you knowing until Grayson came over and put his arm around Ethan. “Hey man it’s getting pretty late. I think we should go soon.”

You could tell Ethan was surprised by the sudden touch of his brother as you watched his eyes widen, “So I guess I should get going.”

“Well it was nice talking to you Ethan.” You smiled at him as he did the same.

“Bye Y/N.” Ethan said before walking away towards Grayson.

Typically, it took you a very long time to feel comfortable around someone, despite how long you had known them for. But there was something about Ethan that made you feel so safe and comfortable around him, that you could be yourself without having to put on a fake smile. Maybe it’s the way his voice was so calming or maybe it was everything.

Looking down, you had realized you were still wearing his hoodie. But luckily he wasn’t too far away so you grabbed your things and jogged towards him, calling out his name. “Ethan!”

He quickly turned around and saw you approaching him, “You okay? Do you need a ride home?” 

“No. No, I'm all good. I drove here myself.” You were flattered by how caring he was. “I forgot I was still wearing your hoodie.”

You began taking the hoodie off when Ethan stopped you, “Y/N just keep it.”

“What? Why?”

“Just take it.” Ethan reassured you. “It looks better on you anyways.”

You could feel a smile form on your face, not knowing what to say. How can someone be so incredibly kind? “Thank you.” 

“I’ll see you later, Y/N. Drive safe, okay?” Ethan said as he began to walk backwards towards his car.

“Bye Ethan.” You said as the feeling of excitement and happiness consumed you before walking away towards your car, the smile never leaving your face.

Ethan got into his car as Grayson stared at him, “What?”

“Nothing. I’m just wondering why you just gave Y/N your favorite hoodie.” Grayson asked with a smug grin on his face.

“She was cold. That’s all.” Ethan said as he started up the car.

“Bro, you don’t even let me wear that hoodie and we’re twins!” Grayson laughed.

“Whatever man. It’s nothing. Let’s just go home.” Ethan said putting the car in reverse.

“If that’s your story.” Grayson chuckled at his brother, but he knew this was more than just nothing. 

And so did the both of you.

**end of flashback**

Since that day, you’ve learned to love his aroma. It somehow provided you comfort and filled the missing piece of Ethan when he was out of town. So when it started to lose his scent, why not give it back and have it smell like him again?

“Oh so it’s not even a gift for me? It’s really just for you? This was my favorite hoodie you know?” Ethan teased pointing to soft material he held in his other hand.

“And it’s my favorite too! I wear it all of the time.” You attempted to explain to him, but by the look on Ethan’s face, you knew he wasn’t going to budge. “Look, just think of it this way. You get your hoodie back... for now and when I ask to borrow a hoodie one night then I’ll just take that one! We’re sharing it!”

You couldn’t tell him the truth about why you loved the hoodie so much. Maybe you were afraid that he would think that it’s weird. Or maybe because you were afraid of him finding out about how much you loved him.

“Alright fine.” Ethan chuckled as he put the bag down before putting on the hoodie. “But you have to admit, this looks better on me anyways.”

You shoved him lightly and said, “You wish. You even said it yourself that it looks better on me.”

“Whatever.” Ethan said as he pulled you to his side, keeping his arm around your shoulders, “Let’s just finish the movie.”

As the two of you sat there watching the movie, Ethan had noticed a small little heart with your first initial and the letter E embroidered onto the wrist that wasn’t there before. He nudged you lightly and asked, “Hey what’s this?”

He held out the sleeve in front of you for you to see, “Um a little while ago I accidentally ripped a little hole there so I sewed it up. I hope you don’t mind. I can take it out if you want.” 

“No no It’s okay. I really like it.” Ethan said looking down at you with a smile on his face, intertwining his fingers with yours.. “It makes the hoodie really feel like it’s mine.”

He couldn’t focus on the movie anymore. All he could do was feel his heart pound against his chest. Everything in that moment had felt so right. Everything with you felt right.

Fast forward four years later, Grayson was at the Farmer’s Market he went to every Saturday afternoon to pick up his weekly groceries for him and Ethan. From a distance, he spotted the local florist wrapping a bouquet of your favorite flowers for a woman in line, drawing him back to the memory of your very first date when he bought you those exact flowers without realizing he was allergic to them until later that night. But what you never told him was that those actually weren’t your favorite. You couldn’t tell him after how happy he looked when he handed them to you, but you learned to love them, just like how you learned to love him.

He didn’t realize he was staring until he saw the woman with your flowers in her hand turn around. His eyes widened at the sight in front of him, the feeling his hear drop in the process. It couldn’t be… It couldn’t be you. Grayson swore to himself that this was all a dream, something he’d dreamt for the past four years. He rehearsed in his head a million times what he would say to you if he ever saw you again, but nothing came. His brain was screaming at him, begging him to run, but he couldn’t. It was too late. You already saw him.

“Grayson?” You said walking closer to him, noticing he hasn’t changed one bit, except for the fact that his hair was longer since the last time you saw him.

It took Grayson a second to pull himself back into reality. His mind was caught up on the fact he was hearing your voice again, not through voicemail or through old videos, but in real life and it sounded more angelic than ever. “Hey Y/N...” Grayson managed to say, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. 

Really? You haven’t seen her for four years and that’s all you have to say? Ask her how she is!

“I haven’t seen you in so long. How long has it been? Like three years?”

It’s been too long. Four years but who’s counting?

“Yeah something like that.” He chuckled nervously. “Are you always here on Sundays?” 

“Yeah actually… Every two weeks or so. I’m usually here on Saturdays, but I was busy yesterday so here I am. What about you? I’ve never seen you here before.” You smiled at him.

“I’m here every week to get some groceries for me and Ethan. But of course, it’s usually just me.” Grayson said calmly, despite his instincts telling him to flee.

You looked down at the groceries in his hands, noticing the faint tan line of where his ring used to be, but quickly looked back at his eyes and giggled, “So I’m guessing you’re still the one that wears the pants in the house?”

Grayson laughed, something he hasn’t been able to do since you left, “Yeah I guess so.”

“How’s Ethan by the way?” You asked. Sure things didn’t end on a good note, but that didn’t mean you didn’t care about them anymore.

“He’s good. Just being Ethan if that makes any sense.”

“It totally does.” You chuckled as the awkward silence fell between the both of you. “Well I should probably get going.”

“I uh yeah.” Grayson said nervously, scratching the back of his head, “I’ll let you enjoy the rest of your day.”

You looked up at him, seeing the slight glimmer of sadness in his eyes, “Bye Gray.” 

“Bye Y/N.” Grayson said softly as he watched you walk away before turning around with his head hung low to walk to his car. He wanted to turn around so badly and pour his heart out to you. Tell you how much of a wreck he is without you.

She was right there. For years, you’ve been praying for a chance to see her again. To tell her how you really feel. Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell her you miss her? Why didn’t you tell her you lo-

“Grayson!” He turned around to see you jogging towards him, laughing as you almost tripped over your own feet due to how clumsy you are. 

There it was. His chance to see you again. “Yeah?” He asked, smiling softly at you.

“I was going to go grab some coffee and I was wondering if you wanted to come with.” You managed to say once you caught your breath. You quickly realized how stupid you were to ask when Grayson didn’t answer right away. “O-Only if you want to, of course. You’re probably super busy and all. But I was heading that way and I didn’t want to be rude. I kn-”

Grayson laughed at your habit of rambling when you got nervous, guess some things never change. This was the second chance he was waiting for and maybe just maybe things would turn out the way he wanted them to. But he knew he shouldn’t have said yes. “I would love to.”

The two of you sat in a booth in the back of the cafe like the many late night diner runs the two of you would do on your spontaneous adventures, only this time you sat across from each other with no clue what happened during these four years apart.

“So how’ve you been Y/N?” Grayson was the first to speak before taking a sip of his coffee.

“I’ve been good.” For the first time, Grayson was able to take a look at you as you rambled on about how your life has been for the past four years. Taking in the moment for as long as he could, not knowing when would be the last time he would see you as he noticed your hair is a little longer. Smile a bit brighter. And your eyes are just as he remembered.

“What about you, Gray? How’ve you been?” You asked taking a sip of your coffee, anxiously waiting for his response.

I miss you.

“Good.” He breathed out, “Ethan and I have been focusing on what we love most, especially our videos and we created a fragrance company called...”

“Wakeheart.” You said smiling at him. You couldn’t be any happier for him. So proud of him for putting things out there for himself.

“Y-You know?” Grayson was astonished. He never expected you to know what he had been up to.

“Of course. And congrats on DT Productions.”

“Wow… I didn’t think you still watched our videos.” Grayson spoke softly. 

“I’m proud of you Gray.” You meant it. You would never tell him or anyone this, but watching his videos let you escape from reality when you needed it most.

His eyes met yours, as a feeling of reminiscence washed over you, bringing you back to a time when you were both so happy. “Thank you. It means a lot. It’s just that…” But then his eyes landed on the sparkling diamond ring where the one he gave you once was. Only fear and sadness came to mind as he struggled to find the right words to say, but all he knew was that ring was bigger than the one he gave you.

“Y-You’re married?” He breathed out, watching you carefully. Suddenly, his dream was something he wanted to wake up from.

Your eyes flickered to where his eyes were and covered the ring with your right hand, sliding it into your lap, wishing you should’ve gone yesterday instead of watching Netflix all day. “Um engaged actually…” You said softly, avoiding his gaze as your coffee suddenly became unappetizing.

It took Grayson a few seconds to pull himself back into reality as so many thoughts came into mind. Who is he? How did I not notice it before? Did she love him? Does she still love me the way I still love her?

“Congrats. Who’s the lucky guy?” Grayson faked a smile to mask the pain breaking his heart into a million pieces. 

“A friend of a friend. We were dating for a little over 3 years before he asked me to marry him.” 

A year. It took you a fucking year to move on. Meanwhile I’m still here trying to pick up the pieces from when you left four years ago.

“That’s great.” Grayson cleared his throat to ease the lump forming in his throat, “Wow… um I’m so happy for you.” As much as it pained him to say it, he truly was happy for you. He just hoped you were happy.

“Thanks.” 

Silence fell once again as the two of you were too afraid to say the wrong words. But luckily Grayson’s phone went off, notifying him that he got a text from Ethan reminding him to pick up some avocados. 

“It’s Ethan. He’s wondering what time I’ll be home. We have a video to shoot today.” Grayson lied. It’s not that he didn’t want to spend time with you, it hurt him more knowing you didn’t love him anymore.

“Oh okay.” You said, getting up and grabbing your flowers. “I should probably get going too.”

Grayson followed your movements, taking one last sip of his coffee, “I guess this is goodbye?”

He didn’t want it to be, not now not ever. It’s crazy to think the beautiful girl standing in front of him was still the one who holds a special place in his heart, even though it wasn’t the same for him. 

Your eyes met with his as he hoped you couldn’t see how much he was begging for you not to go. But instead you said with a small voice, “Bye Gray.”

“Bye Y/N.” Grayson said just above a whisper, watching you turn around to walk towards the door. Flashbacks came to his mind of the night before you left, picturing him not letting you go if he’d woken up sooner. 

Before he knew what he was doing, Grayson quickly reached out and pulled you into his chest, his muscular arms wrapping around you tightly. Your muscles tensed at the quick motion, but immediately fell with ease as you came in contact with his warmth and his signature scent consuming you. 

“I miss you.” Grayson whispered into your ear as he felt your arms wrap tightly around his torso.

You couldn’t explain what you felt. A part of you knew you shouldn’t have invited him for coffee, but another part of you felt at home.

A feeling you haven’t felt in a very long time.

“I miss you too.” You mumbled softly into his chest. I miss you so much more than you know.

Neither of you wanted to let go, fear that this would be the last time you would ever see each other. But maybe it’s for the best,

As much as it hurt you to let go, you had to. Pulling away, you felt tears in your eyes, but you couldn’t bear to reach his eyes. “Bye Gray.”

Grayson let you go as he watched you walk out of his life for the second time, “Bye Y/N.”

Somehow Grayson managed to make it home. The drive was a blur. He couldn’t remember getting into his car or leaving the cafe, all he could remember is you leaving as he became numb.

“Hey Gray! Did you get my text?” Ethan shouted as he walked out to the living room to see his brother empty handed, staring through the window into the backyard.

“Gray?” Ethan said as he wanted closer to his brother. “Gray did you he-”

“She’s getting married.” Grayson said softly.

“Who is?”

“Y/N.” Grayson said as his lifeless eyes finally reached his older brother’s. “She’s getting married.”

Ethan couldn’t find the right words to say so instead he walked to his room and returned with an open envelope in his hand, “I know.” He said handing it to Grayson, “She sent this a few months ago.”

Grayson’s eyes lowered to the white envelope as his hands reached for it to pull out the card that said, “Please join us in celebration of the marriage…”

That was all Grayson could read before he let the paper fall to the ground as he turned to face his brother. “You knew and didn’t tell me?” Grayson said harshly, stepping towards him. “You knew this whole time and you didn’t tell me that the love of my life is getting married to someone else?”

“I didn’t know what to do. You weren’t ready an-” 

“How can anybody be ready for this? How can someone watch the person they love get married to someone else when I’m supposed to be the one that marries her!” Grayson shouted from the top of his lungs, the pain in his voice echoing throughout the entire house.

Ethan watched as tears fell from Grayson’s eyes before he fell to his knees. Luckily, Ethan reacted fast enough to catch his brother. “Grayson. Grayson. I got you.”

“How… How could she do this?”

“I don’t know Gray. I really don’t.”

The two boys sat there for a while in silence as Ethan comforted his younger brother until Grayson whispered, “How could she not love me anymore?” 

From the window above, you could see your friends and family gather around to celebrate the beginning of a new chapter in your life you were about to spend with your soon-to-be husband.

“Five minutes Y/n.” You heard your maid of honor say before she closed the door.

This was it. The best day of your life starts now. You were ready to spend the rest of your life with someone who loved you.

“You look beautiful.”

You knew that voice from anywhere. But how could you ever forget it?

“Grayson?” You turned around to see him standing by the door, looking handsome as ever in his tux. “What are you doing here?”

“You can’t marry him.” He was quick to say before he stepped closer to you, letting the door close behind him.

You couldn’t believe what he was saying. How could he come here and say this to you. “W-What?”

“Don’t marry him.” He repeated, taking a step closer to you, holding your hands in his.

“Why not? You can’t just come here and tell me th-”

“Because I love you.” There it was, the three words you’ve been waiting to hear for the past four years. It made your heart swell even after all these years. “I have never stopped loving you.”

“Grayson… It’s been four years.”

“I know and everyday that has passed since you left has been a living hell without you by my side. You made my life better than I could ever ask for. I need you in my life and you can’t tell me that that day when we ran into each other, you didn’t feel the same way I did because you could’ve just walked away, but you went up to me and asked me to get coffee.”

You couldn’t help but stare at him in shock. You never expected your wedding day to be like this. Grayson pulled out his necklace from underneath his dress shirt and held out the rings in front of you. The one he gave you four years ago, the only one that ever felt right to wear. “Today was supposed to be our special day. The day our future we planned together was supposed to begin. And I’ve been carrying around these rings around my neck everyday for the past four years, knowing that one day I would be able to give the ring I gave you back to you because I know you still love me.”

“Grayson I’m getting married today! He makes me happy and he loves me!” You tried to explain to him.

“But do you love him?” Grayson asked in a quiet voice, fearing what he would hear next.

Before you could answer, the music started to play, signaling it was time. “That’s my cue.” You said as your voice broke, walking towards the door. “Goodbye Grayson.”

“Bye Y/N.” He said before you closed the door, leaving Grayson to lose all hope in finally being together, but he was always going to love you.

Grayson watched you walk down the aisle towards your fiance, where he was supposed to be standing, but instead he stood in the back. As everyone’s eyes were on you, no one saw him sneak out the two doors you walked into earlier, except you.

He drove around aimlessly, getting as far away as he could until he ended up at a lookout he hasn’t visited since he was with you. Grayson parked his car and sat on top of his car, staring out at the sunset, hearing the waves crash onto the shore below him. He took off the necklace and held the two rings in his hand, debating if he should throw it into the ocean, but he couldn’t. Grayson wasn’t ready to let go just yet, his heart wasn’t ready.

Even if he wasn’t there to celebrate with you, he hoped you were truly happy because that’s the only thing he wa-

“I love you.”

Grayson turned around and saw you in your wedding gown running towards him. He stood up as you stood in front of him. “What? What are you doing here?”

“I said I love you. I love you Grayson Bailey Dolan. And I have never stopped loving you. The day I walked out was the biggest mistake of my life.” You said with pleading eyes.

“I don’t understand. You said…”

“I know what I said, but I was lying. Standing up there without you didn’t feel right. Nothing has felt right without you. Because I need you in my life. I’m sorry for walking out. I’m sorry for everything.” 

Grayson didn’t know what else to do, but to kiss you. It was everything you both wanted, needed for what had felt like the longest four years apart.

You pulled away, foreheads resting against each other with the biggest smiles on each other’s face.

“I love you Y/N. I will always love you.” Grayson said softly before pulling away, unclasping his hand to reveal your ring to put on your finger, “And I believe this belongs to you.”