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Stubborn (G.D)

DESCRIPTION: Grayson accidentally kisses a fan and you’re too stubborn to admit that it annoys you.

WARNINGS: Slight swearing (b*tch, p*ss, etc) Fluff and Bad Writing but whatever

As you glanced at your phone you couldn't help but grin: it was a Saturday, the one day of the week you could always look forward to. After your hectic week, you couldn't wait to finally see your boyfriend and go get some treats. It had been tradition ever since you two had gotten together, every week no matter what had went on during the lead up, even if you had been arguing the night before, you would go for a date to Sharon's Shakes, the milkshake bar you first met at (which despite the name, actually sells a variety of different cakes and treats, including one particular triple chocolate fudge brownie that you loved).

Today you were especially looking forward to it, having not seen Grayson in a while (okay, you hadn't seen him in two days...but still, even an hour without Gray seems like a year apart) and with your school stressing you out, you couldn't wait to just be with your boyfriend and eat away your feelings. Everything was going to be perfect.

You walk out and Gray is waiting in his Bronco, "Jump in, we're going to eat bitches!" You fight back a laugh at your boyfriend's high pitched imitation of your favourite movie character, and lean into his window, giving his warm lips a quick peck before jumping into the passenger seat.

"Drive onward fine sir."

Your Greek god of a boyfriend shakes his head, that adorable smile that warms your heart on his face as he starts driving. God, you loved him. He was just so damn perfect.

"...way too beautiful girls," you hear the start of your favourite song and gasp in excitement, turning up the radio to full volume, before beginning to sing-shout the words at the top of your lungs.

"That's why it'll never work, you'll have me suicidal, suicidal when you say it's over!"

You sing to Gray, miming actions at him, basking in his cute little laugh until he joins in, singing the rest of the song until he pulls up outside the diner. He steps out first, ever so chivalrous, and pulls you out of the car by your hand, twirling you around then locking the door before locking lips with you.

The kiss is sweet and slow, and you feel like you could just melt in his arms until suddenly the moment is ruined when you hear the familiar sound of his screaming fans and Grayson pulls away from you as if he were burnt by your touch, plastering on a fake smile while he greets the group of girls.

"Oh em gee, it's Grayson Dolan!!!"

"He's actually here, what the eff!?"

"I can't believe it, I think I'm gonna faint."

You groan inwardly at the sound of the three girls standing before you. Sure, they were meeting their celebrity crush and favourite Youtuber, sure they were his fans, and you understood that, but what you didn't understand was why they always had to find him when you were going on a date with him. He was your boyfriend after all. Wasn't it fair for you to be a little annoyed?

But of course you couldn't show your annoyance, it'd break his little heart, so you just put on a smile.

And the smile wasn't entirely false, you did enjoy watching him interact with fans, especially the younger ones. He was always so cute with them, and it made you gush just imagining what he would be like as a dad, if you two ever got to that point. But with the older ones...it was a whole other story.

It wasn't that you were jealous per say (though who would blame you when you had to watch your boyfriend being hung on by hundreds of girls at every single meet and greet, and even when you two were out together?) it was more you felt a little intimidated. Some of Grayson's fans were really pretty. Stunning even, and you couldn't help but feel a little inadequate sometimes.

For example, you were now feeling very self conscious at the way the oldest girl looked you up and down, and then asked with a voice that was like music under a summer breeze, "Who's this Grayson?"

"Oh," Gray lets out the nervous chuckle he always does when he lies and throws an arm around my shoulder, "This is my cousin Y/N."

And suddenly you feel a pang of sadness in your heart you know you shouldn't feel. It's almost like you believe he's ashamed of you, even though you know he's only protecting you from the media, for some reason it still hurts. Maybe it's just the fact he's telling this girl in particular that you're his cousin. After all, she is gorgeous.

The girl leaning on to your boyfriend is young, black and so beautiful: flawless chocolate skin, full pouty lips, a confident sway in her hips, in short she's everything you are not, and it was a little disheartening.

And when the three girls ask if you can take their pictures, that makes you feel even worse. Still, you say of course with a smile, and take the teen's phones, snapping dozens of photos and different poses for each girl, becoming ever so aware of how long it was taking: fifteen minutes pass and you're only on to the last girl, the pretty one.

Fighting the urge to sigh, you give Grayson a smile, who seems to have noticed your impatience, and get ready to take the pictures. Only, you could never be ready for the sight that you witness when you look up from the phone.

Somehow, someone's head had slipped or something, because all you see is your boyfriend's lips against the girl's and you lose it.

It takes everything you have not to drop the phone in your hands, or squeeze it hard enough to shatter the glass. Your face has suddenly become rigid, mouth clamped tight, teeth grinding. You know it's time to get out of there before you do something you'll later regret.

Clenching your jaw, you watch Grayson apologise to the girl, who just giggles, then he looks to you, those dark brown eyes seeming to ask if you're okay. You nod but of course you're not, and you excuse yourself to go to the toilets in Sharron's Shakes, handing the phone to one of the girl's friends.

As soon as you get into the shop you roar in frustration and anger, jealousy racing through your veins like a carp through water. Rage boils deep in your system, burning as fiery as lava. It churned within you, and unsettled you to your core.

Your anger mixes with guilt, because you know you shouldn't be feeling this way. It wasn't his fault they kissed, it wasn't even her fault, it was an accident. It still didn't stop you from picturing smashing the bitch's face into the curb though, and you felt bad for feeling that way.

So what do you do when you want to bite someone's face off? You bite on some food instead, and you order yourself an Oreo shake from the bar. But of course, as you sit down Grayson enters the shop and joins you in the booth.

"That was an accident Y/N, I swear you've got to believe me, I turned my head to kiss her on the cheek just as she-"

"I know, it's fine," you cut off his explanation curtly, staring at the salt and pepper shakers in the middle of the table that suddenly seem like the most interesting thing in the world. Fine. Only it wasn't fine.

And what was worse was you couldn't even tell Grayson that it wasn't fine, because then you'd be being a bad girlfriend. Great(!)

"I'm going to the bathroom," you lie, before leaving the booth and rushing to the ladies' toilets. You stare in the dirtied mirror at yourself, or at least the distorted image of yourself. The mirror shows the you the world sees, but somehow it just wasn't right. Inside you're feeling rage and jealousy and guilt, inside you're being selfish and bitter when you know you shouldn't be. Inside it's a battling inner conflict between being a good girlfriend, and embracing your feelings.

But on the outside, all you can see is your Y/H/C hair, and the type of Y/E/C eyes you forget while you're still looking at them. You can see no hint of the emotions you're feeling, nothing out of the ordinary, and you sigh, relieved. You don't want Grayson to worry about you.

Just as you turn to leave someone enters the bathroom, a familiar someone with brown hair and twinkling caramel eyes laced with concern.

Your eyes widen, "Grayson! Oh my god, this is a girl's bathroom, what are you doing in here!?"

"I'm making sure you're alright," your boyfriend says, taking your hands in his and looking into your eyes sincerely.

Laughing, you ask, "And you couldn't do that outside of the girl's toilets? Plus, I've already told you, I'm fine."

Gray raises an eyebrow, "Oh yeah, you're 'fine', just like you 'like my cooking', huh?"

"I think your cooking is...interesting," you defend, fighting back the smile that threatens to overtake your serious face at how well he knows you.

"That's exactly my point Y/N, you're the worst liar I've ever met. And I mean that as the highest compliment. So I know that you're pissed off about the kiss," he explains, causing you to immediately put up your walls again.

You groan, "I don't give a damn about the kiss."

Gray gives you a look before stating exasperatedly, "You give so many damn's, they're visible from space Y/N!"

This time you can't stop the giggle from coming from your mouth at his exaggeration, "I just...sometimes it feels like I kind of come second best to your fans. And I'm not trying to be mean or blame you for anything, it's my own fault really, I-"

You're cut off by his lips being pressed against yours. He kisses you and the world melts away. It is slow and soft, comforting in ways that words never would be. His hand rests below your ear, sending shivers up your spine, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breaths mingle.

He pulls away, "I," kiss, "love," kiss, "you," kiss.

"You're always going to be my number one," he admits, and you grin, cheeks beginning to heat up at his words.

Grayson pulls you back in, only this time his hands wander further down your back, until he gives your butt a quick squeeze. You gasp, and look up at him, shaking your head, only you can't deny the way your legs weaken when he groans teasingly into the shell of your ear, "You know...we've never done it in 'Shake's' toilets before..."

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