𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘆𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗻

Best friends too much more

Crying was your hobby at the moment. I guess a serious relationship that ended was more upsetting that you thought it would be. Cheating ruined the relationship as he fucked up and slept with one of your close friends. Ever since you kicked him out you were a mess. Curled up in your bed was now your habitat.

Your limp lifeless self was snuggled in your duvet sobbing. A knock at the door went but you weren't gonna answer it. You heard keys jiggle in the door as realisation hit you.

Graysons here.

Your best friend.

I mean he did have a key to your house and was coming in to check on you everyday. So this was his annual visit. The front door opened and closed as soft foot steps walked up your stairs. He knocked  on your bedroom door before opening it with a smile but his smile dropped when he saw you.

"Y/n" he sighed 

"You need to stop this"

No reply

He sat down on the edge of your bed looking at you

"You can't keep being sad"

You looked at him

"Why should I not be Grayson? Are you fucking stupid? He cheated on me. He lied to me. I'm broken ok. Don't tell me to stop being sad. Don't tell me to stop crying." You said through tears 

"Y/n that's not what I'm saying" he said softly

"This is hurting me. Your in so much pain that I want to fix so badly but I can't. I know I can't but I'm gonna try ok" he smiled 

You just Lightly shook your head before looking forward 

"Look at me"

Nothing

"Fucking look at me y/n"

You looked at him

"I love you so much and you know how much I care about you. Your my best fucking friend and here you are crying and in pain that I want to fix so badly and replace it with all the happiness in the world. Look at you. You haven't moved in 3 weeks. Your hair is a mess, your bags are awful, your pale and when the hell is the last time you showered"

"1 week ago" you mumbled 

"Y/n" he said sternly "that's disgusting"

"Not my fault" you snapped 

He gave you a disbelieving look

"K fine whatever"

He let out a slight laugh

"Come on your getting out of bed" he said standing up

"No I'm not" you said snuggling deeper into your blankets 

"Yes" He said removing a few blankets 

"No"

"Yes" 

"Nooo Grayson stoopppp" you whined as he yanked your duvet off of you

He picked you up. You busted out laughing

"Put me down!!" You screamed hitting his back over and over. He placed you down in your shower.

"Now get your ass in the shower and make sure you actually WASH" he said before leaving. You let out a laugh. Before you stepped into the shower. You washed your hair using lots of shampoo and conditioner and washing your body with lots of body wash.

You stepped out of your shower feeling clean. You brushed through your hair and did your skin care routine which you haven't done in weeks. Your skin immediately looked better. Apart from your bags. You blow dried your hair and threw it in a messy bun. You left the bathroom your nostrils being filled with the smell of bacon. You smiled and put on a pair of fresh sweats. You headed downstairs for the first time in what feels like forever and saw Grayson cooking in your kitchen