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Truthfully, Greyson couldn’t actually be mad at Hero for nearly landing him in shit, no matter how much he was inclined to snarl at her like he would with anyone else. He didn’t believe in pet peeves, but he did believe in his hackles rising when someone called him out for something he believed to be false. When those who thought they knew him declared that he was a ‘soft touch’ for those close to him, he wanted to yell or growl or just adamantly state that he was the furthest thing from soft. But under duress, he’d have to admit to being a soft touch for Carrots.

As soon as he saw the big tears well up in her sad eyes, Greyson let out a sigh and wrapped his arms tightly around her shoulders before pressing a kiss to the hair which gave her the nickname he’d chosen.

“Buck the fuck up, Carrots,” he teased her, not unkindly. There was that stupid fucking ‘soft touch’ streak of his again.

His grip on her tightened when she attempted a shrug and claimed she was alright, but he knew better. He’d been acquainted with Hero for long enough to know that saying she had a nervous disposition was an understatement and while he laughed loudly and raucously at every accidental ‘shit’, ‘wank’ and ‘fuck’ that accidentally slipped off her tongue, he knew that the woman could be a wreck. An ordeal like the one she’d just been through wouldn’t help matters, so he immediately let out a disgusted scoff at her words.

“Don’t tell me y’believe that,” he scolded her. ‘Boys will be boys’ is what Old Mrs Coffrey next door would say when she chuckled at the helpless look on Greyson’s mom’s face when she caught sight of the state he was in after three hours of rolling around in the dirt. Mrs Coffrey wasn’t to know that eight-year-old Greyson was more vindictive than a ‘cheeky little tyke’ as she had called him, but he supposed the phrase had still applied to him. Its meaning didn’t stretch as far as sleazy guys trying to lay their hands on reluctant women though, and he was sure if Adelaide were here, his sister would be chanting her feminist propaganda more coherently than he ever could. So, instead of trying, he just squeezed Hero’s shoulder.

He listened to her and twisted his mouth in what was Greyson Davies’ way of being sympathetic. Still, he couldn’t help but let out a snort at her words.

“Maybe it’s ‘cause m’gay as fuck, but I don’t see it,” he chided her playfully, giving her a once over and immediately wrinkling his nose up, pretending to be disinterested in what he saw.

“Who do y’have your eye on though?” he asked her, then, as gently as he was capable of, steered her through an opening in the crowd. “Y’need to be less sober if y’want to help me survive this fuckin’ thing, by the way.”

When Greyson wrapped his arms around her, Hero sniffed as she choked a watery laugh at his words. Greyson hugging and kissing her on the head was, in all honesty, about as soft as he got, and Hero often found herself quietly – though not always quietly, Greyson, Hunter, and Bennett's influence on her life meaning she'd gotten a little braver of later – revelling in the fact that Greyson seemed to have a far gentler touch when in her company.

Naturally, however, he couldn't not follow up his actions with words that some might have found harsh, maybe even cruel. Had it been a year ago, or maybe even a few months ago, and Hero might have been offended, or even hurt. She had grown so used to people belittling her and putting her down, even the likes of Ophelia – though her intentions were never truly bad – had a tendency to put her down and invalidate the hardships she was going through. Where some might have grown a thick shell from the teasing, bullying, and sometimes downright nasty words that were flung their way, Hero merely let it eat at her, and would shy away from any form of confrontation and just simply take it.

She liked to believe that she knew Greyson well enough, though, and she had no doubt that his words were supposed to encourage her, merely his way of keeping up his 'tough guy' act while still comforting his friend.

Resting her head against his shoulder, an arm around his waist, Hero let out a long and shaky breath as she attempted to take heed of Greyson's words and buck the fuck up. Glancing up at the loud scoff that tore from his throat, Hero allowed a wry smile to make its way onto her lips at his words. She never exactly thought of Greyson to be one of those, what was it her students would say, 'fuckboy' types, but it was hardly as though the pair of them sat around knitting and discussing feminism and the detrimental impact that the patriarchy had on both women and men. So it was certainly a comfort to hear the man protest at the words she'd uttered aloud, though she certainly hadn't believed what she'd been saying.

“Not really,” she admitted, with a gentle shrug.

Breathing out a resigned sigh she brought her hand up to her face, using the heel of her palm to wipe away any trace of tears that might have still lingered. She felt like a total fool, standing there in the middle of somebody's party, on New Year's bloody Eve, crying against Greyson Davies' shoulder like some absolute pillock. And she wasn't even drunk!

Luckily for Hero, however, she did have Greyson by her side, who was far stronger than herself, and she found herself giggling at the expression that he adorned, his teasing words making her blush frightfully. She hadn't intended on sounding narcissistic or vain by any means, but the fact that she'd found herself on the first date of her life, as well as gaining unwanted attention from sleazy men at parties, it was a far cry from the quiet, reserved life she'd lead back home.

“Oh, piss off!” she retorted, rolling her eyes in return.

While she hadn't been lucky enough to become too acquainted with Greyson's other half, she had met Rhodes on a few brief occasions, and she thought they made quite the lovely couple. Even if Greyson wasn't gay, Hero was fairly certain she couldn't imagine him away from his relationship. In all honesty, though Greyson portrayed himself with his tough exterior, his words often slurred, his tone gritty at times, she always found herself far too amused by how the man kept himself in such gentle company – if the likes of Rhodes and Harper were anything to go by. The picture perfect image of Greyson, Rhodes, and their girls was so ingrained into her mind, that it felt like an impossibility to imagine him leading a life before them.

At his next question, she found herself blushing and averted her eyes as though by looking away she might be able to diver the topic onto someone, or something else. Instead, she found herself pondering the topic, her mind wandering briefly to Bennett before she could stop herself. She didn't have her eye on Bennett, so to speak, but she hadn't been able to shake the attraction she had felt towards the man on their first meeting. Though, she was certain it was a one-way street, given his hot and cold temperament whenever the two interacted, and she supposed she should at least focus her attentions on the man she'd actually been on a date with.

“Oh, me? No, no... Nobody, nope. Not a soul,” she stuttered, staring around her at all of the beautiful men and women that filled the room. “I mean there was one guy that I... but no. Nobody, nothing to talk about there.”

There were certainly a large variety of people that populated the party tonight that she thought she might find herself attracted to, should she get to know them a little better, but there was no hope any of them would want to be seen with her.

As the latter end of his sentence caught up to her, she whirled on the spot and stared back at Greyson, shaking her head with a wide-eyed expression engulfing her features.

“No! Nope, not bloody likely!” she exclaimed, before letting out a pitiful groan. “I'm not a good drunk. I'm an embarrassing drunk. I'm a 'gets up on tables and dances, before falling on her arse and bawling her eyes out' sort of drunk. That's not what we need tonight, Grey.”

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Had my gorgeous best friend and her lovely boyfriend around for dinner tonight! They were a little reluctant to pose, but I could’t avoid getting a cheeky snap of the pair!

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35/150 photos of Lily James

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looks like greyson got over rhodes pretty quickly. i didn’t imagine him having eyes fora teacher but i guess class is in session, right, miss parker?

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I shouldn’t be laughing, not really, but this really has just made my year.

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Says who? S’very self-assured of you.

You’re still wearing the bracelet I made you, for one!

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No, you bloody goon! It was not me. I don’t need to try, we all know you’ve got a not-so-secret soft spot for me!

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The guy creeping on Hero didn’t immediately take Greyson’s presence as cause to leave. Instead, he stared gormlessly at the two of them as if he had been expecting Hero to be lying all along. Sure, she had been lying but Greyson wasn’t going to let this schmuck know that. He allowed the corners of his lips to twitch upwards, not in a genuine smile but one that made his threat clear.

He heard Hero’s startled greeting and was grateful that the redhead had had enough sense to realise that Greyson was helping her by showing up and announcing he was her boyfriend. She seemed to slip easily into the pretence and if Greyson wasn’t in such a foul mood, he might have stored that little snippet of information away in order to tease her about it later. As it was, his only priority was to make this asshole move the fuck away.

“I need to repeat m’self?” he asked, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. His tone made it clear that he had no intentions of asking the man to back off again. All it would take for Greyson to make a move was the guy to step forward, but he wasn’t actually spoiling for a fight tonight.

Ever since settling down into what Adelaide had once jokingly coined as ‘the shackles of domesticity’, Greyson hadn’t been the same livewire that he had been pre-Rhodes. It was almost ironic that he had stopped picking random fights every night all because he’d found himself in a relationship with a man whose job was to throw punches. Whenever this was brought up in casual conversation, mostly by Harper whose eyes glinted with mischief, he’d teased that at least one of them had to set a good example for Autumn. Ever since then, he’d stayed away from bar fights and stupid tussles, up until the night he’d been jumped. He hadn’t had the energy to fight back then, and he doubted that he’d be able to get the better of the guy in front of him tonight. But he’d sure as hell have to try if it meant keeping Hero safe.

A smirk played on his lips when Hero unsurely but readily told the man to ‘bugger off’. He’d taken a liking to the phrase ever since he’d met her, always badgering Livvie to say it just for a laugh. But he held back a chuckle this time, knowing it wasn’t appropriate. Any traces of a smile were quickly wiped away when Hero’s new bolstering bout of confidence prompted her to insist that if the guy didn’t make tracks then Greyson would have to hit him.

At once, his head whipped around and he stared at the redhead, the look on his face screaming are you crazy!? The temptation to clamp his hand over Hero’s mouth so she wouldn’t land him in more bother eventually dissipated when the guy in front of them took her words seriously. He must have held Greyson’s demeanour and stature in some sort of high regard because he was soon stumbling away from them and not looking back.

“Yeah, s’righ’,” Greyson called after him, sounding a lot more confident than he felt.

“Jesus,” he muttered when the guy was out of sight and he was being granted an armful of a grateful carrot-topped Brit. He let out a small huff of laughter and hugged her back tightly, rolling his eyes to cancel out the sentimental connotations of his actions.

“Y’get yourself into some righ’ scrapes, Carrots,” he told her, shaking his head. He pulled back to raise an eyebrow at her, scrutinising her features carefully. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

It appeared that of Hero's many blunders in life – and trust me, there were a lot – tonight could well and truly take the cake. In her momentary state of panic, and with the safety of Greyson by her side, she'd been idiot enough to tell the towering moron before her that her Grey – who was currently acting as her boyfriend – would belt him if he didn't back off. Not only did she have no clue as to why those words had been the first out of her mouth, nor why she thought it was even remotely a good idea to suggest anything of the sort, she didn't know just what she'd have done if the man hadn't backed off. Had he managed to see through her veiled threats, she was certain she'd find herself in a far bigger predicament than she had been just moments before, and she had the most hideous image playing in the back of her mind, of herself cowering behind Greyson as she tried to tug him out of reach of the sleezy brute who had been hitting on her.

Luckily for both Hero and Greyson, her threat had worked and he'd fixed her with a wide eyed stare before retreating. Of course, she hadn't missed the look of total and utter alarm that had made its way onto Greyson's features, and she couldn't very well hide the embarrassed blush that tinged her cheeks. Once the man disappeared from view entirely, she glanced up at Greyson, scrunching her nose and biting down on her lower lip awkwardly, before offering him an apologetic smile.

Now on the tip of her toes, with her arms wrapped around his neck in gratitude, her body trembled ever so slightly as she giggled at his words. Delighting in the fact that Greyson had actually hugged her back – Hero wasn't often the type of person to instigate hugs with anybody that wasn't Hunter or her siblings, for fear of making an idiot of herself – she grinned up at him. She couldn't help but find herself completely endeared by him, their whirlwind friendship being the absolute highlight of her time in Wellington. While their first encounter had been a little unconventional – Greyson having practically accused her of escaping from the loony bin, and Hero having been all too nervous she'd spontaneously burst into tears in front of him – she hadn't quite expected their relationship to have gone any further than the chance encounter, and yet now she found him to be a rather permanent, and welcome, fixture in her life. Greyson's tough exterior might have intimidated her at first, but she was positive he was nothing but a softy on the inside.

“I know, I know. I'm so sorry! I really was just minding my own business, and then...” she trailed off, squirming uncomfortably as she thought of the way the man had, on more than on occasion, wrapped his arms around her waist. She wanted to just brush it off and share a laugh at Greyson's silly nickname for her, but she practically itched just recalling the hideous sensation.

Tears burned behind her eyes as she realised just how lucky she was to have had Greyson show up. While the party was filled with bodies that would no doubt realise something was wrong, even the few minutes in his company had set her on edge, and she hated herself for how helpless she felt. She was sure she could probably take a leaf out of Audrey's book, her roommate consistently displaying herself to be a far braver person in every aspect. Even without her admirable ability to defend herself against physical threats, Hero was certain the other girl wouldn't be so foolish as to be biting back tears at the thought of some lowlife nobody leering at her. No, Audrey would probably have a much more impressive response, while Hero – as always – quivered in the corner like a complete coward.

“No, no... I'm fine, totally fine!” she told Greyson, breathing out a shaky breath and offering him as warm a smile as she could muster. Rolling her eyes stupidly, she cleared her throat before shrugging, hopefully implying that she was indifferent to the entire situation.

The fact was that she did feel on edge after the encounter, but she also knew just what a pillock that made her, and she didn't want to further concern Greyson. No doubt he'd come along to this party to enjoy himself, and not have to babysit a grown woman.

“Boys will be boys, won't they? Or so the saying goes,” she scoffed.

She didn't for a second believe her own words, of course. She thought it was an abysmal thing to say, in fact, and that it only implied that boys could do whatever they so wished – no matter the consequences – and that they would be excused on account of their bloody gender.

“He just thought it okay to continually put his hands on me despite my insistence that I wasn't fucking interested,” she shuddered, anxiously pulling once more at the sleek fabric of her dress. If she hadn't felt incredibly out of place in such a tight dress before, she certainly wasn't too keen on it now. While she knew full well that it didn't matter what she was wearing, and that men would be crass regardless, it still didn't help the anxiety coursing through her.

Shrugging again, she glanced up at Greyson once more before offering him a weak smile.

“You know, in the short while that I've been living here I've gotten far more male attention than I have in my entire life, and I'm not quite sure I like it.”

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TEXT: FOSTER

Hero: Happy birthday, love! Have a wonderful day. xx

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why do all these hot guys keep hanging around parker, huh? they can’t actually like the woman, can they? she’s a total mess.

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Ever tried t’chew without teeth?

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What Grey means to say is bugger off and mind your own business.

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why do all these hot guys keep hanging around parker, huh? they can’t actually like the woman, can they? she’s a total mess.

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Decent arse though.

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Bennett!

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so, which of the davies boys are single now? asking for a friend.

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Sorry, Greyson and I are in a committed relationship. Off you pop, lovely!

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hero is too cute for words.

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My best friend! Yes, she is!

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Here’s my confession: I love you rather dearly, Hunter!

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hero is too cute for words.

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S’pose.

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i don’t feel like hunter and brody actually like each other. just me?

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And I don’t feel like that’s any of your business. Hunter is gorgeous, and so is Brody, and they make each other happy. The end, none of your business. Be kinder, please.

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@hjparker: I think they’re lovely! Don’t you? If you’re not wearing yours every time I see you then you’re being demoted to a mere acquaintance. :)

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tried to get my own back on carrots for the haircut but she made us fuckin’ friendship bracelets instead.

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TEXT: SIMON

Hero: Happy birthday, love! I hope you have the most wonderful day, and I'll pop around later with presents! x

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@hjparker: He cut it! It looks lovely, doesn’t it? :)

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When @greydavies and I first met, he was very adamant in informing me that he had no idea where the salon was. So, of course, I decided to direct him there myself today and introduce him to a pair of scissors! :)