Fame//Grayson Hawthorne

Chapter Seven

I quickly make my way toward Grayson's wing, knocking before I walk in.

"Ash? You okay?" He quickly asks as he opens the door to his bedroom.

Now that I'm looking at him, looking at his eyes he looks tired.

So fucking tired.

"Are you okay?" I quickly ask him, my brows furrowing as I look up to him.

"I'm tired" He whispers.

He looks deflated, as though he's had the life sucked out of him.

"Go get into some comfy clothes" I smile a small smile toward him.

"I'll be back in a few minutes, just get changed and I'll be back" I quickly say, trying to make sure my voice is as soft as possible.

He nods lightly before quickly making his way into his closet to get changed.

I quickly rush downstairs once more, making my way toward the kitchen, grabbing some snacks from the pantry for Grayson.

Once I make it back upstairs Grayson is waiting on his couch, he's on his phone but as soon as I enter he places it back down.

His eyes light up as I walk closer to him, placing the snacks down quickly, before bringing him into a hug.

"I'm so proud of you Grayson and I know it's stressful right now but we can deal with it another day when we're both ready, but for now we can rest, you can rest" I whisper as he relaxes into the hug.

His arms tighten around me slightly as his head falls to my shoulder, resting there for a few moments.

Before long we move to laying on the bed.

I'm laying normally while Grayson lays with his head resting on my stomach, he's facing me as he does so.

I feel him relaxing more and more as I move my hand through his hair.

"I'm so proud of you Gray, you've come so far" I whisper as I see him close his eyes slowly, a small smile sitting on his lips as he falls asleep.

I lay there for a while, reading my book while doing so until I feel tired enough to fall asleep myself.

I can't help but think of how much everything has changed in just the last few weeks.

I mean, it hasn't even been a month and I've started dating Grayson Hawthorne, I'm one of the richest teenagers in the world, I'm the focus of multiple headlines, I've had someone break into my room and attack me, and I've found people that I could genuinely call my family.

It's been a crazy few weeks and I can't help but worry slightly about the next weeks to come, hell, even years to come.

But I'm not just worried now, there's not just worry in the pit of my stomach, but also excitement.

I'm excited for whatever happens, I'm genuinely excited.

I think it might be because I'm not trying so hard to the point of exhaustion now. I'm not trying to be noticed by over working myself and doing everything I can. Because I've been noticed. I've found people that do notice me and I notice them.

I found people that I don't have to constantly be someone that I don't want to be just to try and get noticed.

I think that might be why there is excitement. Because there isn't as much stress to the point of near breakdowns each week.

I mean yes, I do miss everything I used to do.

I miss my sports and my teammates, my classes, the kids in the clubs I was in, the kids I practiced music with, the dance team, the dance classes I taught, the music theatre club.

But it's inevitable that I miss them, I spent my whole life with those people constantly spending all of my time doing those activities with them.

But I'm happier here, I'm figuring out who I am and I'm figuring out this new lifestyle and it's nice.