#graison imagine

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Close as strangers- G.D.

Song inspired imagine.

Song: Close as strangers- 5 seconds of summer.

Link to the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxKfW5u2rbM

Twin: Grayson Dolan

Word count: 2245

Warnings: A few curse words here and there, nothing else.

A/N So, I wanted to write this one for a long time actually, and I’m kinda glad that I did. I also have an imagine for Ethan in mind, from the same song, but the story line is different. So I’ll see how this one goes. 

Requests are still open.

“We’re going on tour!” Grayson practically shouted through the phone. You smiled at the good news, your heart jumping from excitement. “Oh my god. Babe, that’s so awesome!” you said back happily. “Shit. I have to go now; we have to finish the meeting. I’ll call you right after I get out of here.” He said rushing. “Okay. Bye. Love you.” You said in the phone still smiling at the good news. “Love you, bye.” He said before he hung up. You were overfilled with joy, hearing that your boyfriend will get to fulfill his dream.  A part of you was a little sad, because you knew that you couldn't go with him. That didn't matter right now; the important part was happiness filling your heart, pushing the sadness away.

You were standing in the airport, wrapped up in Graysons arms. You didn’t want to let him go, knowing that you won’t see him for the next 6 months. Your heart was aching, tears threatening to escape, but you held it all in. “We’ll talk on skype. I’ll text you every day. I’ll send you pictures. I’ll bring you gifts.” Grayson went on to list things he’ll do for you while he’s away. “I know.” You said in his chest listening to his voice. “Just shut up for a moment.” You said pulling him closer, if that even was possible. You put your ear against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. It wasn’t steady, meaning that he was nervous. He held you, his arms strongly around your body as he placed a kiss on top of your head. “We have to go.” Ethan informed walking up beside you both.  You let go of his body the same time as he did. You looked at him gathering his bags. Grayson turned back to you and pulled you close one last time, kissing you like there’s no tomorrow.  The kiss didn’t last as long as you wanted. The feeling of his lips against yours faded too quickly.  “I’ll miss you.” He whispered your faces still close. You didn’t say anything, afraid that your voice might break. You kissed his lips one last time, before he had to walk away. “I love you.” he said his voice already too distant for your liking, as he walked away backwards still looking at you. “I love you.” You said loud enough for him to hear, as a sad smile appeared on your lips. “I’ll miss you.” You added your voice breaking, still loud enough for him to hear. He blew a kiss in your direction making you chuckle, as a tear ran down your face. You waved goodbye, before walking away to get back home.

Graysons point of view.

Six weeks since I've been away

And now you're sayin' everything has changed

And I'm afraid that I might be losing you

After Ethan and I left for tour, someone had posted pictures of me and Y/n in the airport. Obviously, people started talking. Twitter was full of those pictures, fans questioning my relationship status since I've always said that I’m single, keeping Y/n my little secret. It was out now, because of some stupid paparazzi. A bit more than a half of our fans were saying positive things, yet there still was the negativity. Some magazines made articles speculating the whole thing, lying and making things up. Saying that Y/n is a player who has dated multiple celebrities and that she switches guys like clothes. That she’s a cheater, a gold-digger. It broke my heart. I didn't even want to look at my social media accounts. She’s none of that. I know her better than they all do, and I know, that she isn't even close to being like that. “I don’t know Grayson. Maybe we shouldn't make it all official.” She said answering my question of should we tell the world about our relationship. I could tell in her voice, she was sad about the whole situation. “Alright, then we won’t. Anyways, how’s your day?” I asked changing the topic. “Wh-hat?” she asked. “How was your day?” I asked again, already getting used to interruptions because of the services. Every phone call seems to go like that. “Horrible. I th-y fir-d me tod-y.” She said parts of what she said missing. “Why?” I asked back confused. “It’s n-t a big d-al Gray. D-n’t w-ry.” She said.

Everything has changed now. Even if it has been only 6 weeks. I’m away, while she’s home alone. She’s on her own and I wish I was back home next to her. Don’t get it wrong, I love touring, I love meeting all of our fans… but people are talking about me, her, us. She’s not used to being in the spotlight, where everything isn't as bright as it seems from the sidelines. The worst part is that I can tell that she’s closing off. She usually keeps her thoughts to herself, the only people she opens up to being me and her best friend. It rips my heart apart, because I can tell that she’s hiding away from things and not telling me about it. I’m afraid that I might be losing her.

Oh, everyday

You feel a little bit further away

And I don't know what to say

Every time I call her, it feels like she closing of even more. We talk, yeah, but usually it’s me who’s talking. She keeps quiet. When I ask her something she answers shortly and makes me talk instead. Sometimes I don’t even know what to say anymore to keep the conversation going. She’s hurting, and I can’t find the right words to say.

Are we wasting time

Talking on a broken line?

Telling you I haven't seen your face in ages

I feel like we're as close as strangers

The further away I go, the less we get to talk. The services don’t work like we wish they would. Sometimes calling seems pointless. We’re talking on a broken line. Lately she has refused to skype or send me a picture of herself, just to see her face. She always says that she hasn't slept well and that she doesn't want me to see her like that. I keep telling her that I don’t care all I want is to see her face. I miss her so goddamn much.

Won't give up

Even though it hurts so much

Every night I'm losing you in a thousand faces

Now it feels we're as close as strangers

“Maybe this isn't meant to be.” I read the text over and over again. She’s hurting, I know, but I can’t lose her over this. I can’t lose her. I love her. I love her so damn much. I taped the call button next to her name on my phone. One ring… the 2nd one….. 3rd….. “Hey! It’s me Y/n, leave your message after the signal.” I hear her voice. I cancel the call and try again. I know she can pick up. I just know it. I tried 4 more times until she answered the call. “Hey, I’m sorry for- for not picking u-up.” I heard her sob out. Hearing her cry made my heart sink. “Hey baby. What’s wrong?” I asked concerned and hurt at the same time. “I m-miss y-you.” She said before starting to cry again. My eyes started watering. ”I know. I miss you too Y/n… God I miss you so much. Can we talk on skype? I want to see you, I need to see your face.” I said trough the phone. “I don’t know-“she started but I cut her off. “No, please. I need to see you, alright? I haven’t see your face in 3 months Y/n.” I argued. The phone call suddenly went dead. She hung up. It hurts so much. So many things she’s not telling me, so much shit going on. So many lies going around.  After a minute or so I heard my computer ringing. She was calling me on skype. I quickly took my computer in my lap and answered it. My breath hitched when I saw her. She looks different.  Her eyes puffy and read from crying, dark circles around them. Her cheeks scratched and skin- pale. I knew that the scratches were from panic attacks. She’d scratch her cheeks whenever her panic attacks got out of hand. “Grayson, I don’t think that I can keep doing this.” She said her voice tired from crying. “I’m not giving up on you Y/n. Not giving up on us. Lying paparazzi’s and distance won’t take you away from me, alright? Just please hold on. Please. I love you, Y/n.” I said on verge of tears my own voice breaking. She hung her head low, all I could hear were her sobs. The pain in my chest unbearable. “I love you, Grayson.” She whispered, loud enough for me to hear.

Late night calls and another text

Is this as good as we're gonna get?

Another time zone taking me away from you

It’s been 4 months. 4 months since I last hugged her. I want to call her, but it’s night time for her. She’s sleeping, I know. She sent me a text. “I can’t stay up any longer. Good night. I love you.” The text read. “I love you too.” I type in and tap send. As every week passes by we become more distant. It’s mostly because of the time zones. We don’t get to talk. It hurts.

Six months since I went away

And I know everything has changed

But tomorrow I'll be coming back to you

It’s been 6 months. 6 months on tour. 6 months traveling. 6 months away from home. 6 months away from her. We’re going to be home tomorrow. One last flight to take. One last night and I’ll be able to hold her in my arms. Hug her. Kiss her. It has been hard. The past 6 months have been hard. The tour was awesome, meeting all of those who support me and Ethan. It was amazing. “We’re going home.” I said letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. “Yeah. We did it.” Ethan said looking at me as I looked back at him. “Honestly, I miss home.” He said closing his eyes and resting in his seat. “Yeah, me too.” I added relaxing in my own seat. Soon the flight took off and I drifted in a slumber.

I’m pretty sure I was the first one to stand up when the plain finally landed. I didn't care about anything except getting out. I knew she was waiting somewhere in the airport. I took my stuff and got out of the plain impatiently. “Common, common.” I kept mumbling to myself. I walked through the airport, Ethan somewhere following behind. I pushed past some people, and stepped over some bags, nearly falling. I kept walking through the crowd, and pushing my way through until there were less people. Less and less of them. I stopped, my breath uneven. There were just a few people standing in the area, and on the other side I saw her. The time seemed to stop. The sound of people chattering faded. Everything slowed down, except for my breathing.  Y/n. She was standing there, in a bright blue hoodie and black leggings, simple yet so beautiful. Her long beautiful hair cut short to her shoulders. Her scratched cheeks seemingly healed. We were both looking at each other, standing on our sides, not moving. I felt like I was too scared to walk closer. Scared that it’s just an illusion, and if I’ll walk closer she’ll fade. My breath grew heavy. I couldn't steady my breathing. She took a step forward and I did the same mirroring her. God what’s wrong with me? I've imagined this moment so many times. Even tried to plan it, but I can’t do anything. I’m just standing one foot forward to her, looking at her. Scared. Scared that we might have become strangers. Scared. “Y/n.” I managed to push her name over my lips in a whisper. “Grayson.” I could read her lips, but I couldn't hear her voice. I wanted to run. Run towards her, take her in my arms and never let go, but my body was frozen. She seemed to be dealing with the same issue. “For fucks sake. Common Grayson.” I said to myself, accidentally saying it out loud. She heard me and a small smile appeared on her lips. Her smile. I didn't need anything else. It’s like her smile was a lit match that fell to the gasoline covered ground. My blood started to boil. I ran towards her and she ran my way. Our bodies were about to collide, just inches between us. We stopped. I looked at her face searching with my eyes for something unknown for myself. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her as close as I could. She put her arms around my torso squeezing me as much as she could. I breathed in her smell that I had almost forgotten over the months. “I missed you so much.” She whispered in my chest. “I've missed you so goddamn much.” I said holding her like she would disappear otherwise. My heart beating next to hers. I was finally in her arms and she was in mine. I was finally home.