Nash Grier Preferences/Imagines

➰Long car journey➰

You and your boyfriend of 1 full year decide to go on an anniversary weekend. The only problem is, the place is 5 hours away, and you have to drive.
You planned on going to a beach resort, on the other side of the country. You both knew it was only your 1st anniversary, but you were so in love even that was worth celebrating.

"Can you hand me your case babe?" Nash asks, pushing his sunglasses further onto his eyes.
"Sure," You reply, dragging your case over to him. He kisses you on the cheek before taking it gladly, grinning.
"What was that for?" You giggle, kissing him back. He shrugs.
"Just because."
You smile and watch him intently as he lifts up the case into the trunk of his car, his arm muscles flexing and tightening. You bite your lip as you watch him carry out the simple task, he is incredible handsome. How the hell did I get a guy like this... You thought as he closed the trunk. He dusted off his hands and pulled you into him by the waist, looking down at you. You interlocked your fingers at the back of his neck, and he rests his hands on the small of your back.
"I can't wait for this trip." He smiles down at you.
"Me neither." You laugh.
You lock up your apartment and grab the keys, getting in the car. You set off down the highway, listening to random songs on the radio.
"Oooh, I love this song!" You squeal as Ariana Grande's song Break Free comes on. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, as you kick your bare feet up on the dash and pull out your phone.
You log into vine and take various videos of the trip, one hilarious one of Nash singing his heart out. You take spinets of little things like how you hold hands on the gear stick, or how you feed him food while he drives. Little things, but important things.

After a few hours of driving, the sky turns grey, and day turns into night. You stop off at a gas station for a while to stretch your legs, and to fill up the tank.

You step out of the warm car, and shiver, only wearing sweats and a thin top, your hair in a messy bun. Nash wears sweats the same as you, but a hoodie and a beanie too. He runs his fingers through his hair and yawns, lacing his fingers through yours.
He catches you shiver.
"Hey Nash," you say. "I'm just gonna head back to the car real quick, gonna grab a sweater."
He shakes his head. "Nah, here," He says, whipping off his own hoodie.
"Nash, you'll get cold-"
"Y/N." He scolds, smiling.
You blush. "Thanks babe," pulling the sweater over your head. It reached just below your waist, and the sleeves covered your hands. It smelled of him, and felt all warm and cosy.
He looks at you and grins.
"I love the way you look in my clothes."
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NASH'S P.O.V:

As we drove along the rest of the highway, I noticed Y/N yawning and resting her head a lot more. She was obviously trying not to fall asleep.
"Babe, get some sleep," I asked, squeezing her hand on the gearstick, watching the road.
"Nah," She yawned. "Im fine. Seriously."
I rolled my eyes at her, her big hazel eyes were already drooping, her hair falling down her shoulders in lovely waves.
"Well... I guess five minutes couldn't hurt..." She yawned, curling up into a ball on the passengers seat.
"Too right." I smiled, watching her drift off almost instantly.
Her nose twitched a little, then she was gone, out cold. I wasn't planning on waking her up until we got there.