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18. Dancing Lessons | requested [G.G.]

Dancing Lessons
{Grant x Reader}
requested

Pulling at the door handle, you were surprised to find Grant's door was locked. He knew you were coming over today, and usually he just left the door unlocked since you lost your key all the time. You sighed, and turned to digging in your purse for Grant's spare key. You didn't understand why the heck he would trust you with a key, but maybe he just felt obligated to after being best friends for years.

You found the key, sliding it into the lock and letting yourself in. You were immediately greeted by fluffs of happiness - Jett and Nora.

"Hey, guys," you cooed, leaning down to pet them. "Where's your father?" You looked up, noticing all of the lights off in the house. Sighing, you stood up and grabbed your phone out of your purse, checking the time. You frowned. Grant wouldn't be home for about another hour. You forgot he spent all of his days filming now, always spending time on set.

You searched his contact, quickly typing out a message.

Y/N: hey, so when you come home today don't worry about a serial killer being in your house, it's just me ;)

You dropped your stuff and took off your shoes. You walked through Grant's house, feeling a little lonely in the darkness of your best friend's home. You moved swiftly, making your way to his room, where your favorite thing in the house was: his surround system and radio.

You walked into his bedroom, rolling your eyes at his unmade bed and clothes scattered on the floor. Turning on the stereo, you proceeded to make Grant's bed.

The music played on, and you finished the bed. You danced around the room, throwing his dirty clothes into the hamper. Your favorite song started blaring through the quality speakers, calling all bets off. You danced around his room, knowing you looked like a fool, but not caring. Your dancing was not art, it was just enjoyment, the best kind of dancing. Nobody could see you now. It was just you and the music.

While spinning around, his dresser caught your eye. You stopped in front of it, still swaying your hips to the song. You reached out, gently picking up a picture frame of his. It was a photo of you and him, from a few years ago. You remembered the day, smiling to yourself. It was from the day he announced to you that he'd gotten the role of Barry Allen on The Flash. The picture showed you too, happiness not even coming close to what you two were expressing in it. You were hugging him tightly, making an excited face, while he was staring at you, a large smile covering his face. You hadn't seen this picture in ages, and it filled you with a nostalgic joy.

Placing it down, you looked at the picture next to it. This one was from just a few months ago. It wasn't special or anything, just a selfie he'd taken of you two while cuddled up in hoodies on his couch. You smiled at how adorable he looked. You sighed in content, and moved back to spinning around to your favorite song.

Mid spin, you stopped short, a figure in the doorway catching your eye. A yelp escaped your mouth as you threw your hands in the air, stumbling away from Grant's dresser of pictures.

"Grant!" You huffed, clutching a hand over your heart. "You scared me!" Your face began to turn a bright red, realizing he probably saw most of your awful, embarrassing dance moves around his bedroom.

"Uh, your dance moves were pretty scary, too," he teased, leaning against the doorframe.

Sighing deeply, you shook your head at him. "What are you even doing here? Shouldn't you be filming?" You questioned, rushing over to the stereo.