When I met you in the Summer

Chapter 23

Emily's Pov:

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the doorbell. I didn't bother to get up. Within a minute, There was a knock on my door and before I could say come in, it opened. I could tell by his footsteps and by his smell, that it was him.

He closed the door behind him plotting how to wake me up, because he didn't know I was up. I just knew that's what he had to be doing. So I screamed at him for waking me up which he did, he just didn't know it before. He laughed at me before and then he plopped down next to me and started kissing my face. I turned away from him and buried my face in my pillows.

"Nash go away!" I said when he pulled the covers over him.

"Aww you don't mean that baby." Nash said.

"Um yeah I dooo." I said.

"How do you feel about going house hunting today?" He asked me.

"I say, come back in 5 hours." I said. "It's literally 9:30 am, since when do you get up willingly that early?" I asked him.

"Since I wanna spend time with my girl." I turned on my side.

I giggled. "I hate you." I said jokingly.

"What was that now?" He asked me. Tickling my sides causing me to laugh and squirm.

"Nash! Stop." I screamed. "What the hell do you want my family to think is going on in here?" I asked him.

"So, what time did your dad get home last night?" He asked me.

"11." I told him.

"Get dressed." He told me.

"Nooooo." I said. He began to rummage through my half unpacked drawers. "Hey you can't go in there."

He pulled out a really skimpy outfit along with some lace bra.

"Nash I'm not wearing that."

"Why do you own it then."

"For fun, I don't feel comfortable wearing something like that."

"No one else could rock it like you could." Nash said putting it away.

"Nash, tomorrow I have to go to the studio." I said.

"That's great." Nash cooed.

"No, I don't think you get it." I said.

"What do you mean?" He asked me.

"I'm not gonna be able to see you tomorrow."

"I'll come see you after or the next day Em, don't worry." He told me.

"When I'm Awake, I feel safe being within your range. When your far from me, I'm scared of the world." I told him.

"Your not scared of the world." He told me.

"I don't even know who I am anymore." I said. "I know I've been so freaking bipolar lately, I'm afraid to be myself, to eat the wrong thing, to say the wrong thing, to do anything." I said.

"It's all gonna be okay." Nash said wrapping me in his arms. "I love you." He said.

I smiled faintly through the sadness.

"I don't even know how to say how I feel." I'm not an open person. I never have been. I've been fine like that my whole life until I faced the difficulties where I needed someone to turn to. That person was Nash.

"I wanna run away." I said.

"Em,-----"

"Forget it, it was stupid." I told him.

"How could you leave behind all the people that care about you?" He asked me.

"I don't know. I don't know. I-I-----" I cried and I cried into Nash's chest. For some reason I felt so terrible yet so pleased at the same time.

I stepped away from him and stood up.

"Em, come here." He said. I cried again into his chest. I felt so weak letting him see me like this. "You know I'm almost glad you said run away because there are things so much worse." Suicide. He was talking about suicide. He thought I was, OH NO.

"Nash, I would ne-" he cut me off.

"I know. I know." He squeezed me tightly.

"Let's go get something to eat yeah?" He asked me and I nodded.

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"Stop flinging food at me." I yelled at Nash as he continued to throw food at me. He chuckled more and more.

All we had was bread and he found a way to disturb me with it. The waiter hadn't come back to take our orders yet which was strangely odd. I'd have to wait with kindergarten over here until he came to take our order.

When he finally did come back, Nash had trouble deciding what he wanted which he should've been doing instead of flicking pieces of bread at me.

"Oh, how did I forget to tell you, there's a couple hashtags and stuff for you that are really cool. I wanted to show them to you." He handed me his phone not letting go fully. "And there are some accounts dedicated to you too." I falsely smiled at him and he could tell it was a fake smile. "Em, not everyone is a mean asshole out there. Some people can see when amazing people are in there presence." He breathed."Like me." This time I was the on throwing bread at him, calling me amazing and then turning and complimenting himself for finding me and some shit. He overreacted and started trying to block the pieces of bread being thrown.
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"Em, I'm not leaving until you finish that." He said and I sighed, fiddling with my fork. When someone told me what to do, it made me want to not do it even less but not with Nash. I liked when he took charge around me, in a sweet way.

"I'm basically done, let's just go." I said trying to slide out from the booth. He placed his hand on me causing me to stop. Before I knew it, the fork was in my hand again and I was finishing my shitty food.

When we were exiting the place, Nash encountered 2 fans. First we saw them point at him and then slowly but quickly run over to him.

"Oh My Gosh! Nash!" One of them yelled, the other in tears. I smiled at them. He gave each of them a hug, and took selfies with them. One of them started to talk to me.

"Emily, your so pretty. I'm really sorry for the people who gave you hate. I'm so glad Nash is dating you and I hope you are doing okay."

"Thank you so much." I said. "It means a lot seriously." She opened her arms to Give me a hug and I gave her a hug. Her friend smiled at me and waved before we left.

"House hunting here we come." Nash hollered as he began backing out of the parking lot.