"Hey, Y/N. I have a question," Nash, your boyfriend of almost 3 years, said as you sat in his lap, watching Netflix at his house. "What is it?" You asked, a little worried. "Well, we've been dating for quite a while now..." Nash said. "Oh, my God, Nash. No, I'm not gonna marry you," You said with a hint of sarcasm. "WHAT? MARRY?! WHAT THE HELL, Y/N! WE'RE ONLY 17!" Nash flipped out. You died laughing. "Damn, Nash. I was just kidding. Chill, babe," You said and kissed him. He smirked. "But we should totally get married some day."
"We will, Nashy-Boo," You smiled and kissed his cheek. "So my actual question was...do you maybe wanna go to MagCon with me this weekend?" He asked. "OMG NASH OF COURSE!" You jumped out of his lap and squealed. "Really?" Nash smiled with excitement. "Yes, baby! Why would I not want to? I mean, I miss you like crap when you're gone and I'm always so afraid that you're going to find another girl, but now I get to be with you!" You hugged him. "Wait, Y/N. You really feel that way?" Nash pulled away and looked you right in the eyes. "Well, yeah. I mean, you're so famous Nash. Girls adore you and worship you. Every time I see or hear about some girl sneaking an actual kiss from you, it makes me think that one day you might fall for the girl behind the kiss," You looked down. Nash made you look back up by putting his finger under your chin. "Never, Y/N. That will never, ever, EVER happen. I love you more than anything in the universe. And no crazy fangirl who tries to kiss me will ever change the way I feel about you. You're my everything," Nash said. You could see the hurt in those big blue eyes. "I'm so sorry, baby. I should've told you how I felt," You said. A tear slid down your cheek. Nash wiped it away. "No. I'm sorry for not realizing. I love you, Y/N." He pressed his lips against yours and you felt those instant sparks every time you kissed him.
[3 Days Later- MagCon Day]
"You ready for this, Y/N?" Nash asked you. "Yes," You said and grabbed his hand. "Please welcome, Nash Grier!" An announcer yelled in a microphone. Girls screamed as Nash walked on stage, you following. "Hey, guys!" Nash smiled. All the people screamed. "Okay, so today I brought someone that you guys have mainly just seen in my Vines, Snapchat stories, Instagram posts, and all that social media chiz," Nash squeezed your hand. You were shaking. "My girlfriend, Y/N!" He smiled at you. All the girls screamed. You could see them making rude faces and gestures. The hate on social media you got on a regular basis wasn't a big deal, at first. Now, it was starting to get to you. All the girls started to "boo" you. "N-Nash," You said. "It's okay, baby. Just ignore it," Nash whispered in your ear.
Hayes, Cameron, Matt, and Carter all came out and sat down at the table with you and Nash. "Alright, let's take some questions," Matt said. A girl in the front raised her hand. "You in the purple top," Carter pointed. "I have a question for Nash," She said. Nash put his hand on your thigh from under the table. "Ask away," Nash said. "Okay, so why are you dating that ugly slut?" The girl looked at you. You couldn't take it anymore. You got up and ran offstage, sobbing. "Y/N! Wait!" Nash called and ran after you. Carter sighed and continued with the questions.
You ran to the bathroom and locked yourself in. You leaned on the wall and slid to the floor, crying your eyes out. "Y/N?" You heard Nash's muffled voice from outside the bathroom. "Go away," You cried. "But I want to talk to you, baby," Nash said. "So? What ever you say can't prevent them from hating me!" You looked in the mirror and saw your mascara running. "But I want to see your beautiful face and hug you and tell you all the things that I love about you," Nash said. You unlocked the door and opened it. You were immediately gathered up into the arms of Nash. You felt so loved and safe in his arms. "They hate me so much, Nash," You sniffled. "That shouldn't matter to you, Y/N. I love you, and that's all you should focus on. Don't listen to them. You're absolutely perfect," Nash kissed your forehead. He let you go and you looked at his soaked shirt. "Oh, my God I got your shirt all wet and mascara is smeared all over it," You cried. "Hey, hey. It's alright, baby. I can change. It'll be fine," Nash kissed your lips gently. You put your hands on his chest. His kiss always gave you butterflies. "Now, do you wanna come back out with me?" Nash asked. You nodded. He took your hand and you both walked back onstage.
