The Night: Nash Grier Imagine

   To my surprise it was raining all day in Los Angeles, which to popular notice, rarely happened. It was cold inside but even colder outside so no one had much of an option range. I didn't mind though since I loved the rain and I loved it even more so today since Nash, my boyfriend, was spending the night with me. Not sexually- we had never even talked about that stuff- but we didn't need to engage in anything like that until we knew for sure it was what we wanted. But until that then, we were perfectly fine with having movie marathons, playing hide and seek in the dark, going on cliche dates, and all the other childish senarios we could come up with. 

   Great thing about my bedroom was that it was insanely comfortable- and lots of people seemed to agree with my opinion. I would have to force myself to get out of bed a lot- It was just that comfy in my room. One of the reasons being all the cool ass posters I had hung all around the walls. There was System of A Down, Hendrix, and a whole other variety of other posters. Lots were of some of my favorite television shows, and others were some quotes I really liked. I also had a bunch of lights hanging around the border of the ceiling that casted this warm aura around in the atmosphere. To top it off- my bed was memory foam.

   He was shirtless, and was clinging onto my waist with his head full of hair resting on my chest- Nash. His eyes portrayed sleepiness, and he looked so innocent from where I was looking. He was calm, he was with me, he said he loved me about a millions of times a day. I loved him about a million times more, and I knew he'd say the exact same. 

"Baby?-" 

"Yes?" I asked softly. 

He remained silent for a moment then said;

"I'm really sleepy." He laughed quietly after, and I the same. 

"I can tell."

   He looked up into my eyes so swiftly and I saw those little fragments through the blue lines; I saw his love inside when he looked at me. I used to not be able to look at anyone in the eyes before because it felt too intimidating- and I still couldn't- but I could with Nash. He made it easier in some sort of way, and it was simple. It was just him. 

   I pushed a piece of his hair behind his ear- he had let it grow out so much, it was almost like when he was younger- All his little features made it a whole lot more difficult to resist the urge to kiss him, and I couldn't either way. His freckles that covered his body, his chessy smile, his adorable button nose, his voice, his laugh- all the little things about him made the adrenaline rush inside of me. I loved this boy so much. 

"Could you sing to me again?" He asked softly. 

   I looked down to him as a smile grew on my complection. He would ask for me to sing to him when he had his rancid eras of insomnia. But most of the time when I was with him at night he could fall asleep quicker. 

I began ro sing softly for him;

'Spend the night, and I will make it worth your while.

Let's build a life that we can both live out in style.

Come into the light and don't you think to run a mile, 

If you spend the night with me, I will make it worth your while. 

Oh, invest time in me, cause I am risk free.

We can make this work, that's my guarantee.'

   In mid singing, Nash sat up and watched me. His eyes gleamed and his lips were trembling each second I continued on with the song. His eyes trailed to my lips and he looked like a young kid whose dog had just ran away. He looked so helpless and vulnerable to me. He looked as if he knew he had everything he could ever want in life; I knew I did. 

   Still singing- he cut me off with the warm sensation of his lips moving in sync on mine. I got all those little tingles- the same ones from when we met. He kissed me so delicately, like he was holding a box full of rare China sets and walking on a tight rope above the Grand Canyon. He kissed me so expressively every time and he never failed to make me feel infinite. Not only did I get a rush of adrenaline before he kissed me- even during. 

   He cupped my face softly with his large hands then pressed me against his chest. I could feel our heartbeats in sync together- both pumping rapidly. I felt like we were one person almost. I grasped my hands onto his back as he laid me down gently onto the bed. He continued to kiss me so delicately, his hands found their way around my waist. He pulled away- leaving me wanting more- then said;

"I love you y/n." 

"I love you more than you can even imagine... And god, you are so beautiful." 

   That warm feeling was always there. And it always told me to hold him, tell him the little things he does that makes me go insane, treat him with all the respect and love because I know he deserves it all. But more importantly, I wanted to be the one that he wanted that from. I always knew I was from the moment we met. There's always that one thing when you meet someone for the first time that you will not forget- even the bad encounters- but in this case, there was nothing but positivity. 

"Nash- I love you." 

   He flashed that cheesy smile of his, and I just couldn't resist but smile like a goofball back. His smile had that advantage on me. He placed his lips upon mine again and all the little tingles and the warmth inside reigned on. Never have I ever thought I would find anyone that genuinely liked me- but that's okay. Because Nash loved me- and that's way better than being liked by someone. 

   The remainder of the night, Nash and I held each other as close as we always did. He had his face buried in the crook of my neck and his arms wrapped around my waist. I just held him so close and placed gentle kisses on his cheek. He deserved it all- and that's exactly what I would give him.

   Nothing compares to unconditional love, in my opinion. And not a single person will ever compare to Nash.