•Last Chance•

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| Nicky |

"Um... Nichole, you're having twins." The doctor said. "Twins..." I said.

Hayes looked over at me and looked more than happy. I'm gonna feel so bad if they aren't his...

"What's the other gender?" I asked. "Boy." He smiled.

A tear ran down Hayes face and he smiled. I wiped his tear and held his hand.

I feel like this life I'm living is so unfair. This all must be hard on Taylor... considering that her boyfriend might be having my kids. And Matt... We've talked about how it's gonna be hard. He's upset, and this is all so unfair.

"Hayes, I don't want to ruin your moment but... They could be Nash's." I sighed.

"I will still love them. Nash hasn't been apart of this at all. He doesn't deserve baby twins." He said. I smiled and got up. I had a black tee on and some leggings.

"I know, i just don't want this to be too hard for anyone." I smiled. "I know..."

He drove us to his house and Matthew greeted us at the door. "So.. How's the baby?" He asked. "Well, I'm having twins! And it's a boy! But they're doing great." I smiled. He faked a smile and pecked my lips. "Do you guys know where Nash is?" I asked. "Um... He's in his room sleeping... He doesn't feel to good." Matt said.

I walked upstairs and saw him sleeping. "Nash.." I whispered. "Nash.." "Nash Grier!" Hamilton Nash Grier! Don't play games with me!" I walked around the other side of the bed to see his pale face. I felt his forehead, cold. "Nash." I said. I felt for a pulse, nothing. "GUYS! SOMETHINGS NOT RIGHT!" I yelled. Everyone ran upstairs and surrounded him. I lifted his eyelid and his eye was a greyish-blue.

•3 days later•

I woke up early to get ready.

Today Is Nash's funeral.

He died from something that's really hard to explain but... It's sad. I could be carrying his babies, and now they will never have a father.

I put on a black flowy skirt and a black tee. It's kinda hard to wear stuff lately.. I hate most maternity clothes.

I curled my hair and put on waterproof makeup. I can't even get it through my mind that Nash is gone.

I put on a black sun hat and left my room. I walked downstairs and looked across the street.

I walked outside and went over to their house.

I went inside and gave Elizabeth a hug.

"I'm so sorry." I said.

"I'm sorry you had to find him like that." She said back. I walked over to Hayes. I gave him a big hug and rocked back and forth.

"I'm so sorry Has." I said. I hate seeing him like this.

I started crying a little.

All these sad people and all these people crying is just making me sad.

Hayes wiped a tear and held my hand. We walked outside and I got in his car. We wanted a few minutes alone with Nash before the funeral. It's just really hard.

When we got to the church, his body was down the isle laying in his casket. His pale face and cold skin....

"Nash, I'm having twins.. A boy and a girl... Anyways, I regret never forgiving you. I feel responsible and I wish you were still here with us." I said, shedding a few tears.

"Nash, you were my favorite brother," he smiled, "I- I just- I can't do this... I looked up to you Ya know? It's not fair, you had... SO much to live for. The fans are like going crazy and some started cutting and committing suicide.... It's chaos." He cried. I hugged him tight and didn't let go for a while.

I rubbed his back as reminded him that it's going to be okay and that he'll get through this.

Soon people started walking in and we greeted them.

After a lot of church talk, it was my turn for my speech.

"Ok, so Nash and I go way back. We were once in love. And I know why.. He was sweet, kind, generous, full of hope, crazy, funny, and I loved him... I loved him a lot. But, one day we, we broke up. And umm ya.. I may be pregnant with his babies for all I know... But they could be Hayes'... Anyways.. One, no I am not a slut or a whore, if you were wondering. Two, I know how you all feel. It's that feeling when, a truck hits you and the only thing that brakes Is your own heart. You still die though, your own heart just cried out and wasn't heard. It's when your favorite part of you is gone in an instant. When the only harmony you want to hear walks away and never comes back. Dragging its notes behind it and leaving the scratches behind. The scratches are the memories and the harmony is your one and only. The memories you two made, the time you spent with each other. You can never rewind back to that, you can only move forward. I know that the energetic boy Nash wouldn't want us to sit here and cry all the water out of us. He would want us to have a good time and be happy. So, I planned a little party for tonight.. It's going to be at one of the party centers downtown. I hope you all can make it, and bring a friend." I said and smiled. I wiped a tear and walked down the stairs.

AN: How bout the twin thingy? And Nash is dead.. I'm crying like I got the feels rn 😭😭😭 anyways... 400?