When I met you in the Summer

Chapter 13

Emily's Pov:
I woke up early the next morning. I did feel a little better after sleeping it off. There was a note on my left nightstand.

night beautiful- Nash xxx

I don't really remember him coming in last night. I decided I'd get up and go get breakfast. I sighed realizing I'd have to make it myself.
I just made myself a bowl of cereal and grabbed the Orange juice bottle. I sat down and started eating at the island. After a few minutes I heard the doorbell ring. I got up to open the door. I looked like a mess in my pajamas and shit. Who the hell is coming to visit at 7:45 in the morning. I opened the door revealing Nash.

"Hi." He bent down to kiss my lips quickly. I moved over so he could walk in.

"Aren't you suppose to be on your way to set now?" I asked him.

"I will be after this." He said. "What's going on Em?" He asked me.

"Nothing." I said turning from him and back to my cereal.

"Em, Are you sick?" He asked me. Oh he has no idea.

"Nash. I'm fine." I said. "I promise." I said.

"Alright." He said. "I'll see you when I get home later, yeah?" He asked. I nodded. He kissed my cheek and we said our goodbyes.

I saw my brother walk into the kitchen with his suitcase.

"Where are you going?" I asked him. He rolled his eyes. Wtf is he so mad about me dating Nash. "Listen, if your still mad about me and Nash-" he cut me off.

"Listen I could give a shit about you and Nash." He paused. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He said. Now I was the one rolling my eyes. He grabbed a banana and was rolling his suitcase to the door.

"Wait, where are you going seriously?" I asked him.

"I'm going to Vegas with some of my friends for the week." He breathed.

"You know I was kinda excited to spend some time with you this summer but we have barely said two words to each other." I said.

"Em." He breathed out. He walked back over and sat next to me on the island. "What's up. Something's bothering you." He said.

"Nothing, I'm fine." I said. He sighed saying goodbye before leaving.

AN: okay so I'm making Nash 18, making Cameron turning 22 on Sep 8. And Now let's just pretend that Cameron has a long term girlfriend named Riley. ~

I decided I'd check my phone to see I had any messages. I don't even know who some of these people are texting me. I get put in these random group messages. I can't even. I check Twitter. Ugh. More hate. I sighed. I decided to delete some of my messages from the people I didn't know. While I was doing that I saw I had a text from Sarah asking me to pick her up and a missed call. Shit. Last night 10:44. I went into her room to see her. Thank goodness, she was there.

"Sarah. I'm so sorry." I said waking her up.

"It's okay, I saw Nash on his way out last night, he told me you'd been asleep since he got here at 7." She said.

"Im just really overwhelmed I'm sorry if I've been ignoring you." I said.

"I think I have a hangover." She said.

"I'm not feeling to great myself ." I said. She buried her head in her pillow. I walked out. I decided to get my hair done. I called my dads assistant and had her book me the appointment. I didn't dress up to my normal self but I didn't dress down that much either. I'm a flat out brunette. I always will be. I liked brown hair. I was just attracted to guys with brown hair as well. I however wasn't against highlights. But not now. The only reason I was getting a trim was because I have to get one every two months in order to keep my hair in good health. The hairdressers some how knew exactly who I was and how they do all my dads clients. I explained to them I wasn't feeling that well so I apologize if I'm not that talkative. After I got my hair trimmed, I had the driver take me to the nail salon to relieve some stress.
The lady listened to all my problems as I got my nails and toes painted. I hated opening up to people. I just naturally couldn't but since I didn't know her, I'd probably never see her again. I thanked her ripping her large. I walked next door to get a lemonade before returning to the limo. I honestly felt relieved being away from it all but I knew I had to check my stuff because it's what this generation feels they need to do and honestly I don't know how to stop. I had about 60k on Twitter and around the same on Instagram but that was from my relations to austin from our song. People had no idea I was the girl hanging around with Nash. All I had to type in was Nash and trash about this girl would come up. I ended up going straight back up to my apartment when I got back to the building. I ran into Cameron on the way.

"Emily, good to see you." He said and his girlfriend Riley greeted me as well. I smiled before replying with a "you too."

"Nash told me you weren't feeling well." He said.

"Yea, I'm still not. I went out thinking it'd help me but I didn't really." I said.

"We'll have to hang out sometime." Riley told me and I nodded and smiled.

"I should probably be going." I said and we parted our ways.

All I had the entire day was lemonade And the cereal from earlier. I felt faint. So I lied down. I couldn't sleep well. No matter how much light I cut out of my room. I went to my dads medicine cabinet and looked for his sleeping pills. I grabbed them and took them to my room. I looked at my phone and saw on Instagram that this page called @insidenashgrier tagged me in something that went on the popular page. there was a picture of me and josh and then a picture of blurry me and Nash. Josh was mad and he told. Before I knew it my stress ended when I fell asleep after panicking.

Nash's Pov:

I got off set and called Emily. No answer. What the actual fuck. If she fell asleep on me again I freaking swear. I got to her apartment and this time Sarah answered the door.

"I think she's asleep in her room." She told me. I walked there sighing. I couldn't wake her up, it just wasn't in me. What's going on with her and why can't she tell me. I saw her sleeping there. I placed my hand on her wrist to feel her pulse. Good. She's alive. I look around her room rubbing my forehead. I see a bottle of pills on her nightstand. what the fuck is she doing?