MagCon imagines (request closed)

Nash Grier *for Trishagrier14*

I stood to the side of where the meet and greet was taking place. This was my first time going on tour with my boyfriend Nash. It seemed like at every stop the girl's clothes kept getting smaller and smaller.

Nash smiled at this one pretty, thin, blue eyed blonde. I bit my lip. Her shorts were super short and her tank top was extremely low cut. She placed a freshly manicured hand on Nash's shoulder. He pulled away from her slightly.

"Smile." The staff worker called out to her. Nash went to kiss her on the cheek as he does in most all his photos with fans. She turned her head at the last moment causing their lips to connect.

My jaw fell open. I expected Nash to pull away but he didn't. I turned around and ran out to the tour bus, tears rolling down my cheeks. I fell onto my bed and just laid there.

How could he do that? How many times had that happened while he was on tour? Had he done that before?

All these thoughts repeated through my head. I felt betrayed and upset.

The tour bus door opened up. My blue eyed love stepped through, "Trisha?" He asked hesitantly.

"I don't want to hear it." I said looking out the window.

"Baby--" he sat beside me.

"Hamilton" he flinched at the sound of his first name, "go away."

"Just let me explain please?"

"What part of I don't want to hear it do you not understand? Get out!"

"No. You have to hear me out."

"Nash! Get out!" I yelled.

The he door opened and Cameron stepped inside, "Hey guys."

"I'm not leaving until you let me explain." Nash yelled back.

"Oh dear." Cameron said quietly.

"I don't freaking care what you have to say!! Get out!!"

"No! You have to listen."

Cameron came over and grabbed Nash's arm, "Leave her be. She needs to calm down."

Nash went slack and stormed out of the bus.

"Do you need to talk?" Cameron asked.

"No. I need to get out of here."

"You can take Jack's car and go through town."

"Not like out of the venue. But out of all this. I need to go home."

I stood and grabbed my small suitcase and walked out of the bus. I hailed a taxi and told him to take me to the airport. I looked out the window and watched as the venue got smaller and Nash got farther away, tears rolling down my face...

*two weeks later*

I slammed my car door shut. Work was awful and I could wait to sit on my sofa with my potato chips and watch Lost on Netflix (sorry if you don't like Lost).

I slid my key into the lock and stepped inside my house. The air conditioned air burst out. I smiled at the brief freedom from the Los Angeles heat. I stepped inside and closed the door.

I went to place me key in the hook but dropped it, "Dang it."

I bent down to get it and my hand brushed some pink rose petals.

"What the heck?" I muttered to myself as I walked up the stairs, following the trail of flowers to my bathroom.

I hesitantly opened the door. The bath was full of water and bubbles. A vanilla scented candle was burning at the bottom corner of the tub and The Fault In Our Stars was on the side a box if chocolates underneath. I bit my lip.

I turned to look around. Hearts had been taped all over the bathroom and each one had a 'Reason Why I Love You' on it. I turned to my mirror. Written in my lipstick was:

I AM SO SORRY.... PLEASE FORGIVE ME!
text me with your answer...
yes and I'll never let you go... no and I'll be out of your life forever
~Nash

I grinned and pulled out my phone.

I texted Nash a single word...

"Yes"