Everything has Changed by Taylor Swift. 

All I knew this morning when I woke, is I know something now- know something now I didn't before and all I've seen since eighteen hours ago is gray eyes and freckles and your smile.

I spent my last day before fall break rehearsing. I binged the same dance over and over again. It was practically perfect. 

Grayson is sitting on my bed, his case already packed. He waits patiently for me as I pack my case, procrastinating as I do so. 

"If I practice twice a day during fall break I'll hopefully stay refreshed on my solo." I talk to myself as I fold shirt and place it inside my case. "You won't be practicing twice a day Paris." Grayson speaks up. 

"If I don't then I won't be able to keep up and I'll mess it all up." I stress. 

"Rachel!" Grayson hollers, to which my friend scurries through. 

"How often are you practicing your solo over the break?" He asks my friend. Rachel bursts out laughing at him, "I'm not practicing. None of us are. In fact, didn't they tell us not to practice?" 

I groan and keep packing, Grayson gives Rachel a look then a moment later she leaves us alone. 

"Listen P, you don't need to get yourself all stressed about this. It's months away and you're literally the best dancer in the whole school. If you showed up and forgot the entire dance, left your costume at home and had to dance around in your underwear you would still out dance everyone. Now your stress is making me stressed and if we're both stressed we'll be going to that flight like two headless chickens." 

I let him take the shirt out my hands gently and place it down on the bed. Replacing the shirts place in my hands with his own two warm hands. Holding my hands with a squeeze me looks me in my eyes firmly then breathes deeply. I follow his breathing for a couple moments until i feel calm again. 

"Okay we need to be at the airport in forty minutes and it's a fifteen minute drive which means we have twenty-five minutes to finish packing." Grayson calculates quickly.

"Nerd." I scoff. He tilts his head at me challengingly. I smirk and when he lifts me up in the air I become a mess of giggles and squeals as he drops me down on the bed. 

He looks down at me with a smirk. He reaches a hand out to help me up and when I'm up I fall into his arms in a warm embrace.

I take a deep breath of his scent in before stepping back, "We have a whole suitcase to pack and no time." I say.

He starts helping me pack at a rapid speed. I pass him the clothes I'm taking and he folds it for me and places it inside the suitcase. Originally it was the other way around until he realised I could not pack for shit. 

With slight embarrassment I pass him my underwear, he doesn't make a big deal out of it and instead just folds it up and places it inside without a word which I mentally thank him for.

I pass him one last set of pj's, he takes the bright pink unicorn print pj's from me and smirks a little. "Cute pj's." He comments. 

"They are really comfy." I justify.

He carries my case out to the car for me then gets in the drivers seat whilst I say bye to all my friends. 

I wait beside Grayson in the airport gates. 

Our knees brush each others slightly, fingers grazing and teasing the others hand. The hairs on my neck stand up at his brief touch. 

The flight departs at 7:30pm, it's currently 7 which means any second now we could be called.

"Have you flown a lot?" Gray whispers to me, making conversation out of curiosity even though we could sit in silence and be comfortable. 

"Not really. First time was flying to Texas, since then I've flown to Colorado and back then from Texas to here." I explain. The rest of the gate is almost empty other than a couple old people snoring, a young teen sitting between her parents reading erotic novels but hiding that from said parents, and some serious business men.

"Do you get scared?" He asks. "A little. Avery used to have this plan with Mom to travel the world but I was never too thrilled about it all. Being 30,000 feet in the air is pretty horrifying to think about. I guess you'll be used to it though." I reply. 

I fidget with a simple ring on his finger. 

"Yeah, I practically grew up on private jets so I've never even thought to be scared of it." He tells me, watching me fidget with his hand. 

"Want to listen to music?" I offer as I remove my wired headphones from my bag. He nods and places one of the buds in his closest ear once I've untangled them. I place my bud in and plug it into my phone.

I smirk when I start playing Taylor Swift. He slowly turns towards me, "Really?" He says flatly. "What else did you expect me to play?" I shrug with my remaining smile. 

"Classical jazz." He jokes. "You're so boring." I giggle. 

Nevertheless he keeps the headphone in and listens to what I want to, despite me offering him the chance to change it without me complaining several times. 

He carries my travel on backpack onto the flight as well as his, still keeping the earbud in. We take our seats beside each other in the first class compartment. We listen to music and talk quietly throughout the entire flight, holding hands and smiling throughout. 

It's only when 'Everything has Changed' starts playing that I realise everything really has changed. Three months ago Grayson was like a kind older brother figure that I may or may not have kissed once or twice. I didn't even know him. He didn't know me. But now we're returning with this weird old married couple sort of relationship. I think I'm in love. I don't even know what happens when we get back and I don't think I care. Over the passed two months we've grown closer than I've ever felt to anyone else. We've created a bond that I don't want to break. I know so much about him and he knows every part of me. We're so comfortable in each others embraces. 

I look up to him and he reaches a hand out to my cheek, he brushes it gently then blows away a small eyelash that was on my cheek. 

I head to the toilet when the flight is almost over and the seatbelt sign turns off.

When I get to the bathroom I'm met with a queue of consisting of one young girl. The same girl that was reading a spicy book beside her parents is now standing outside the bathroom.

Her dark blonde hair swept back into two loose braids, pink braces cover her kind smile. Her cheeks have scattered freckles which trail up to her forehead as well. Her cheeks are very red and eyes a dark blue color. 

I smile politely and stand behind her. "Is that boy your boyfriend?" She asks me, surprising me a little with a thick English accent. "What?" I laugh a little. 

"That cute guy that you're on this flight with?" She continues. "Not really but also kind of." I answer hesitantly. 

"You two are like the characters in the book I'm reading. You're both like unrealistically gorgeous teenagers with money who pretend you aren't madly in love even though you're always flirting but you're both just too stupid to make the move and ask the other out. You just love making people like me feel ridiculously single." She says matter of factually. 

I burst out laughing, "You're like 12." I scoff. "You should enjoy being young and single before everything gets all messy." I tell her. 

"I'm 13 actually, and I don't need a man to make me happy or anything but if he looks like yours then I certainly do." She tells me. 

"You have a very big mind for someone so small." I comment. "I just talk a lot and hope the things that come out sound logical." She shrugs. 

Then she places her book in one hand and with the other she reaches it out for me to shake. "I'm May." She introduces.

"Paris." I take her hand and shake it. Her handshake is firm and prompt. "Would I know you? I swear I've seen a video of you somewhere." May scrunches her eyebrows together. 

"No. Probably not." I lie. She's probably seen a video of me drunkly crying on stage in front of thousands, I mean who hasn't seen that clip?

"Oh. Well you see that guy over there? The one with cute curly black hair?" She points subtly through the window to the front row. 

A boy sits with dark hair and headphones in watches a movie on the screen in front of him. I nod. 

"His name's Tommy. We sit next to each other in math class. My best friend Abigail told me that Sasha told her that Amy told her that Kyle told her that Tyler told him that Tommy likes me." She squeals excitedly.

I blink for a moment as I process the things just said. "Okay. Do you like him?" I ask her.

Her eyes bulge, "Only since like the first grade!" She yells. I raise my hands in surrender. "So why don't you ask him out?" I ask.

"Cause boys are the ones to do that. Boys ask girls out." May shrugs as if it's obvious. 

"That's some patriarchal misogynistic bullshit." I mutter. "I don't know what that means." She tilts her head like a confused puppy. 

"It means boys suck." I simplify. "Tommy doesn't." She defends. 

"Look, May, if you don't go over there and ask him out you'll never work up the guts to. The seat next to him is empty, just go over and ask him about the movie he's watching or something." I suggest gently.

"What if he doesn't like me? What if I ask him out and he says no?" She panics. 

"Well he has every right to say no. You're gonna get turned down more times than you can count. But that doesn't mean it's your fault, or theirs for that matter. If it's meant to be it's meant to be. Besides, it's his loss if he misses out on a catch like you." I wink and nudge her shoulder gently. 

She bites her cheek and takes a deep breath. She marches towards him and through the glass door i can see them talking then her sitting down. 

I smile as I watch him give her one of his earphones after only a few moments.

"Young love." A manly voice says behind me.

I whip my head around and see a short and almost bald man with funny glasses and a comedic smile. "Danny Devito?" I mutter jokingly.

"Huh?" He looks up at me in confusion. I have to arch my neck to see him.

"Nothing." I reply as I start to open the bathroom door. "I wouldn't go in there if I were you." He warns.

When the door is open I'm hit with the overwhelming smell of shit flooding over all my senses. The scent is so putrid my eyes could water. The smell almost resembles that of a decaying and rotting body. Dear Christ.

Little Danny Devito man waddles away as if he didn't just leave the most repulsive and scarring stench. 

I hold my breath as I go inside the torturous bathroom. 

I finally get out of the gas chamber and rush back to my seat. On the way, May tugs my sleeve and gestures for me to crouch down to her level.

"I did it. So can you." She winks and gestures to her hand linked with Tommy's. 

I give her a thumbs up and smile before walking back to my own seat. 

Grayson watches me as I sit down. "What took you so long?" He asks whilst passing me my earbud back, his still in.

"Danny Devito was takin a dump." I reply sourly. He scrunches his brows as if considering asking or living with the safety of never knowing.

He takes my hand and holds me close to him for the rest of the flight.

"I think we need to talk about what happens when we get back to Texas." I say. He looks at me for a moment. "Okay." He hesitates. 

"I don't want to end whatever this is, don't worry. Unless you want to." I reply. He shakes his head immediately.

"I just don't know if it would be a good thing for us to tell people. Maybe we could just keep going on the way we are. Hooking up and being close just without any labels." I suggest.

He nods his head. "If that's what you want." Grayson smiles affectionately. "I mean only if you do too." I add. "I want whatever you want P." He places a little tender kiss on my cheekbone.

"You're so out of my league." I speak as I bury my face into his chest for a warm embrace initiated by him. "What?" He laughs.

"I said you're out of my league–"

"I heard what you said." He cuts me off. I tilt my head a little in confusion. "It's completely the opposite. You're far too good for me Paris." He speaks softly into my hair.

I chuckle in disagreement but don't vocalise my thoughts, knowing he would simply deny it. Regardless, Grayson Davenport Hawthorne is definitely out of my league.

(a/n. Hey, I'm back from my vacation. Thanks for all the appreciation on this book, it seriously means so much. I have so much planned.. Next chapter everything will go back to Hawthorne House. It'll be different from this weird honeymoon phase Gray and Paris seem to be in at the moment. Unfortunately Eve will be there. But luckily there will be lots more Tiramisu than the OG book because book pup was robbed of her time. This fanfic is officially the Eve hate club/Tiramisu fan club. I just reread TFG and have so many plans. Also just as a little sneaky teaser I have four prewritten chapters without chapter numbers so here are the names I've given them to remind myself of what they are about to give you a sneaky idea of the things going down (for the record I never planned on letting anyone see these so they are kind of goofy and funky but it's just a tease so idc):

- Hot Tub 🤭🤭

- Dinner (except she is dessert)

- THE fight of ALL fights 

- fun at football game?

Okay that's all, thanks for reading this chapter.)