Dolan Twins Imagines

grayson - protective

In which your best friend becomes incredibly protective.

Y/N's POV

I turned and faced my friend who stood next to me at the bar.

"So, who have you scoped out so far?" I asked with a smirk.

my friend stood up from her stool and began pointing in the direction of the dance floor, towards a tall, crazily buff man standing off to the side with a drink in his hand.

"Nice," I say with a smile.

she nods her head in agreement as she keeps her eyes on him. " I'm going in," she says seriously as she pushed her boobs up in her dress.

I laughed lightly and sat back down on the stool only to have a person pop up right beside me.

"Is it weird to just ask a girl for her number and walk away? because she is hot and everything but I don't feel like getting into small talk right now."

I jokingly rolled my eyes as I came face to face with 1 of my 2 best friends, Grayson Dolan.

"Grayson just make the small talk and get laid, it's a small price to pay," I replied with a laugh as I spun my straw around in my drink.

As much as I loved seeing Grayson having fun, a part of me has always had a little crush on him, ever since we kissed under a park slide in the 6th grade. Of course I would never confess to my feelings or bring it up, the only thing that would come from it is awkward tension.

"I don't feel like talking to her, I rather hang out with you," he said sitting down on the stool next to mine.

I felt my heart flutter slightly at his words but kept my composure and cocked an eyebrow as he sat down.

"But she is super hot and I do want her number for future purposes." he continued.

There goes that brief moment of bliss.

I opened my mouth to reply but was cut off by Grayson sighing. I looked at him as he scanned his eyes throughout the room before meeting my gaze again.

"I lost her anyway." he shrugs, focusing his attention back on me.

He sat only a foot in front of me, as we needed to be quite close to hear each other clearly. because of the ways the bar stools were positioned and how Grayson was sat, my legs were in between his as he sat on the stool.

His soft, normally dark hair was lighter from past dye jobs from videos and it sat on top of his head in a perfect messy way, flopping over his face slightly.

The slight red lights from the bar illuminated all of his features, including his hazel eyes that light up in the reflection of the lights. His pearly white teeth flashed between his words as he spoke and I focused on his lips. so soft. so fucking kissable.

"Is that a good idea? or is that stupid?" Grayson asked as he picked up peanuts from the counter and began to crack them open.

"Huh?" I asked, realizing I had dozed off while looking at him.

he opened his mouth to speak before shutting it and pulling an unamused face as his eyes fixated on something behind me.

I broke my gaze from the nearly perfect person and turned to see a man had come up to sit beside me. A cute one at that.

He had bright blue eyes and well-styled dirty blonde hair. His sharp jawline was enhanced as he smiles at me, revealing perfect teeth.

I smiled back.

"Hey, I'm Owen," he introduced himself, reaching out his hand to shake mine.

I took his hand in mine and shook it slowly. Keeping my focus on him as I studied all of his attractive features.