supermodel | grayson dolan
summary: youre fwb with grayson and as always, it doesn’t work out the way it’s supposed to. this was requested. also based on “supermodel” by sza
warnings: angsty(thats just how it rolls here), cursing, mentions of sex, it’s really short and i hate the ending.
this is so bad i’m so sorry dedicated to @cosmodolans bc why not
It started off simple. You craved love, attention; you needed to be needed, even if it was only temporary. He wanted sex, release, no strings attached, just a quick fuck.
It was the perfect combination for chaos.
What had started out as simple had turned complicated very quickly.
You were in love with him, how could you not fall? Messing with people like Grayson was like walking a tightrope blindfolded, it was impossible not to fall.
He knew how you really felt, you were never one that could hide your emotions well. You wore your heart on your sleeve, ready for someone to rip it off and tear it to shreds.
And he did.
He really couldn’t care less about how you felt. You guys made a deal at the start of your “relationship”. If one got uncomfortable with how things were, then they could tell the other and end it.
But no, you wouldn’t do that. You couldn’t do that.
You craved his love too much, even if it was only temporary.
You couldn’t be by yourself, you were too insecure for that.
So you put up with it, stuck in a constant cycle of love, sex, and insecurity.
It all fell apart at Vegas.
You and the rest of the group went zip lining, while Grayson went somewhere else.
You knew where he was, you weren’t stupid. You saw the notifications on his phone, the texts from “Baby💗”. You knew it was wrong to look, to invade his privacy.
But you were right.
The hushed whispers between James and Emma didn’t help either, neither did the looks of pity.
They warned you from the start. They told you this was going to happen, they knew you too well, knew how hard and how quickly you fell.
Always for the wrong people, too.
“Why do you keep dragging her along like this, Grayson?” You heard Ethan whisper to Grayson later that night.
You were all “asleep” in the singular bed that occupied the air bnb, the group getting home and crashing long before Grayson arrived, a small smile still adorning his soft lips, still giddy from his date.
“I’m not dragging anyone along, Ethan.” Graysons tone was bitter, annoyed, tired of getting the same damn talk from everyone around him. “We made a deal, she could leave anytime she wants too.”
“It’s obvious she can’t, Gray!” Ethan hissed. “That girl is head over heels for you and you know it, and you’re taking advantage of it. You said you never wanted to be that guy, but look at you! That’s exactly what you are!”
All you heard was a hushed “fuck off” and then the slam of the sliding glass door.
You waited until Ethan was asleep in the bed before you snuck off onto the patio.
You just needed one more night, one more night of feeling loved, one more night of attention, one more night of feeling needed.
You knew this was it, you knew this was the end, but you refused to accept it.
You were holding on for dear life.
You needed him to need you back.
“That was our last time.” Grayson spoke, leaning against the edge of the hot tub.
“I know.” You murmured, looking down at the water, foam forming from the jets.
You both couldn’t have it all.
You couldn’t get your love and attention, and Grayson couldn’t get his quick fuck.
Every time he looked at your face, he just felt guilty.
Ethan was right, he became that guy, he dragged you along, he tore your heart off your sleeve, and he ripped it to shreds.
He ruined you. He took the happiest, most loving girl he had ever met, and he ruined her.
“Dont feel guilty.” You chuckled, stepping out of the hot tub and getting dressed back into your pajamas.
“I did this to myself.”
Your relationship ended with the soft click of the sliding glass door, leaving Grayson dazed and confused