•Bailey's POV•
Chex.
My best friend is dead. He was young. He didn't deserve to be taken away so early.
I run. I run far from that barn. Far from my horse. Far from Nash.
He should have known better. He should have known not to rush around a horse that doesn't even know him. I already warned Sky. He should have listened.
•Nash's POV•
"She just ran?" My mom asks.
"Yeah she just bolted. Mom why do I do?" I plead.
"Nash I don't know. I'm on my way to the hospital just go find her. It's cold. She'll freeze if she's out after dark. Just go get her," she advises.
"Alright."
I look at the horse. Unmoving, dead, emotionless.
"It's all MY fault!" I yell and kick the dirt. It flies and his the horse. then he flinches.
"Wait. You're not dead?" I run toward him. He's still outstretched on the ground, but he moves to the sound of me running toward him. I tug on the rope attached to the thing on his head, and he rolls. I keep pulling, urging him up until he finally stands. We walk around.
"You're not even limping," I smile and scratch his forehead. His eyes close and he knows his head up and down.
"Let's go find Bailey," I say and lunge myself in the saddle.
•Bailey's POV•
My tears are frozen to my face now. I've found myself at a park. An old, but still used, park. I walk around. It's not dark yet, but the sun is setting. I climb up a ladder and slide down a metal slide. It's cold. "Oh course it's cold it's February," I laugh at myself.
Then I remember.
My horse is dead.
I scream until my throat hurts. Leaves rustle and what little snow is on the ground crunches. My heart pounds. I see a huge creature in the trees.
"Who are you?" I ask.
No answer. It just gets closer.
"Who are you! What do you want?" I yell.
"Bailey it's just me," try say. Nash.
"Get away," I scream.
"Bailey-" he starts.
"Save it," I spit.
"Bailey-"
"Nash I don't want to talk to you," I yell.
"Bailey you're going to scare Chex," he says forcefully.
"What," I whisper.
He climbs down off a shadowy figure and walks toward me. I start crying and run toward them. I grab them into my arms and cry.
"Nash thank you thank you," I cry.
His arms wrap tightly around my back and I look at him.
"I would do anything for you," He whispers. He kisses my forehead and rubs my back. I hold on and don't let go. I never want to let go.
"Ew we have school tomorrow," I gack.
"I'll show ya around," he smiles.
"Thanks. I'm not that good at making friends," I admit.
"Well me and you are friends and I met you two days ago," he points out.
"True," I start, "but you're a guy. That's different. Girls can be horrible."
"Touché," he agrees. We finally let go and I jump onto Chex.
"Eh I don't know if I should ride him. I think we should just let him rest," I suggest.
"Yeah that's a good idea," he says. I jump off Chex and land on my ankle.
Nash kneels down beside me.
"Are you alright?" I asks.
"No," I shudder.
"Can you move it?"
I wiggle my ankle around.
"Nash it hurts," I whisper.
"Here get on my back," I suggests.
"No I weigh to much," I say quietly.
"No you don't just do it," he urges.
"Yes I do Nash," I fight.
"If you don't get on I will get you up," he fights back.
"Fine," I roll my eyes. I gently climb on his back and he holds me up. I rest my head on his shoulder as he walks and leads Chex.
Sleep slowly takes over me.
•
I wake up to Nash talking. I was asleep, and I don't even know if he knew that. I don't move or answer, but I still listen to everything he says.
"I know you're asleep, but I'm really sorry about everything. It was all my fault. I scared everyone and you didn't deserve to be scared like that. It was my fault Sky is in the hospital. It was my fault your horse was laying down. It was my fault you got mad at me. It was just all my fault. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he says.
I was just about to talk when he blurted out more.
"When I met you, I wanted to know you. I wanted to be your friend. The first time I saw you, I knew I wanted you. Just you. You're beautiful. I know I just met you, but I mean it. You mean everything to me. If you have any problems, just come to me. Girls might not want you to be friends with Nash Grier, but don't worry. I'll take care of you," he finishes.
"Awe Nash you're so sweet," I say and sniffle.
"Oh my gosh you didn't ear that did you?" He asks.
"Uh I did," I smile to myself.
"I know you're smiling, and your smile is beautiful," he gushes.
"Not so bad yourself," I comment.
He laughs, "Wow thanks."
"I think we're here," he says and walks up my porch.
"Wait where's Chex?" I ask. He better not have left him.
"I took him back to that barn and that lady took care of him," he says.
"Okay good."
He helps me slide off his back so I don't land directly on my ankle.
"Thanks Nash. You've helped so much I don't even know what to say," I look down and avoid his smile.
"No problem. And hey I'm really sorry about today. I shouldn't have done what I did. You know what you're doing and I don't. I'm sorry," he apologizes.
"Nash I heard that whole speech you gave when we were walking home. You don't have to keep apologizing," I offer.
"I will apologize as much as I want," he smiles and winks.
"Goodnight Nash," I smile.
"See ya," he says and waves. He turns around and walks to his house.
•
After I took my shower and got ready to sleep, I remember something important.
I have school tomorrow. I have to talk to Nash about this.
Me: hey can I talk to you about school
Nash: definitely and don't worry I'll show you around
Me: thanks but are there any mean obsessive girls there
Nash: yeah there are mean girls but what do you mean "obsessed"
Me: Nash I know you're famous
Nash: I'm not famous I'm just well known
Me: so basically famous
Nash: no well known how do you know anyways
Me: Nash I have a social life
Nash: okayyyyy😂 is that all
Me: yeah but I'm being serious
Nash: there are some but don't worry I won't let them hurt you
Me: aweeeeeeeee thanks loser
Nash: goodnight sucker
Me: you're the one who does the sucking night
Nash: 😂😂
I'm so scared.
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Remember Me (Nash Grier)
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