"Now the day bleeds Into nightfall
And you're not here
To get me through it all
I let my guard down
And then you pulled the rug
I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved"
-Lewis Capaldi
G R A C E ' S P O V
Status: unedited
My eyes fluttered open as I felt a cool breeze kiss my bare face, I smiled happily. This all felt surreal, like a dream.
It's early, probably six in the morning and it's relatively dark outside, not completely pitch black but not fully light, it was the point where I could make out every perfect detail of Grayson's face, which I've been doing for the past twenty or so minutes.
Not in a creepy way of course.
I'm just admiring him, he's so—so perfect. His green eyes, his lips, those long eyelashes, every inch of him from his grown out hair to his perfectly tone chest to his stupid smirk.
He's perfect, it's the only word I can think of to describe him.
I've always thought he was attractive, since the first day of freshman year but now I know him, actually know him, he's the closest thing to perfect.
He's passionate about football, he hates his hair, he loves sex, he's obsessed with beach and he's a good friend (for my brother) and he knows exactly how to make me happy which is why I have no idea how on earth he ended up liking me.
I'm the popular guys little sister that no one notices, I trip over my own feet, laugh at my own jokes, do nothing but eat food and sleep, and I could probably act the entire Hannah Montana movie word for word, including the songs.
I have messy hair that I never bother to brush so it's always in an unattractive bun, I wear guys shirts that usually have food stains on them, my rooms always messy and I'd rather spend my time watching Netflix then going out.
I'm pretty much the epitome of lonely and boring.
But he's—he's so different.
I always pinned him as the bad boy, the play, a guy who can't keep himself out of other girls' pants, which is partly true, but there's so much more to him then that. He does like to mess around, but he still is so committed to doing his best with football, I don't think any girl could stand in the way of that, he's not a bad boy, now I think of him as being 'the bad boy' I can't help but laugh.
Yeah, he could beat the living daylights out of someone and not care but when he cares about someone, he truly cares.
Which brings me to know, cuddled up to his side, under a fluffy blanket, he's got one arm firmly wrapped around my waist as I hand one arm slung over his stomach as I rested my chin on his chest, starring up at him.
I'm not normally a morning person but if Grayson Snow is in my bed, I might have to make it a thing.
He looked so peaceful, there was no smirk painted on his lips, he was asleep, yet he looked so effortlessly beautiful. Such a weird word to describe how he looks right now but sexy or attractive just wouldn't cut it right now.
I wish he hadn't fallen asleep in his shirt and jeans, it'd make this cuddling situation all more perfect if he had ditched the shirt and pants and slept in boxers.
"I can feel you watching me," he murmured, making me jump in fright.
He chuckled, deeply, his laugh and voice being so raspy since he just woke up.
"Am not!" I retorted, my cheeks becoming heated and red.
Grayson's eyes fluttered open before me smiled widely.
"Fuck, I'd pay good money to wake up to someone this beautiful every day." He smirked.
I blushed even harder if that's possible, my heart was picking up speed as I parted my lips. How does a human have such an effect on me?
He watched me with a smile, not a smirk a genuine smile as his eyes lit up with amusement, I groaned shoving my face into his chest.
Shortly after I felt his chest vibrate with laughter, I lifted my face up to pout to which he laughed more.
"Stop laughing," I whined.
He stopped laughing to stare at me again, "You're cute when you blush,"
Said every guy from books ever.
I blushed harder, attempting to shove my face into his chest once again when he reached out, placing his hand under my chin to stop me, instead I was forced to face him.
"Don't hide your face." He said sternly.
I huffed but nodded, not wanting to argue so early in the morning.
"Shouldn't you have been downstairs last night? What if someone broke something and how did everyone leave?" I asked curiously.
I've been wondering that all morning because it was somewhere between eleven and twelve last night when Grayson and I fell asleep together and considering it's his party I assumed no one would know when to leave or something bad would happen.
"Nah, I'd rather be in bed with you and Caleb probably kicked them out."
I tried to resist the urge to smile like a total idiot though it was near impossible not to around him.
I flopped down on the bed next to him, starring up at the roof with a stupid smile on my face before it slowly faded.
Caleb.
What if he—ugh I need to stop letting him ruin the moment, he manages to do that even when he's not physically here.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Grayson spoke softly, resting his cheek on his hand so he could see me.
I sighed, "Caleb." I said bluntly.
His smile faltered slightly at the mention of his name, his eyebrows furrowing causing his forehead to crease.
"I know, Gracie." He said sympathetically, "Look, we'll tell him eventually okay? I promise but I just want to see where this thing goes first."
I smiled, nodding happily.
I can't wait to see where this thing goes, it's been a hell of a ride getting here I can't wait to see where we end up, there might be a few bumps in the road, but I think it'll be fine, I hope.
"Pinky promise?" I asked, holding up my pinky.
"Really?" he sighed.
I nodded, keeping my pinky up in the air, "Come on, don't leave me hangin' "
He chuckled before holding up his pinky which was the size of my hand all together, before linking them together.
"Pinky promise." He said before unlinking his pinky with mine.
He slowly leant forward, his lips nearing mine before I placed my hand over his face, pushing it away.
"Morning breath," I giggled before removing the blankets off myself, hopping out of Grayson's bed before getting up and running to the bathroom leaving a very needy Grayson alone in his bed.
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