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Worth It

Nash was lying next to you on a beautiful Saturday morning.

You were unusually happy because it was the only day you could spend time with Nash without his friends around.

You woke up a few minutes before he did just to get ready.

You braided your hair and wrapped it into a crown, curling your edges. You also threw on a black floral crop top with white shorts and a black jacket.

When you were finished brushing your teeth and everything, you ran back out to check if Nash was up. He wasn't.

You sat on the bed next to him and watched him sleep. He was absolutely adorable.

Not wanting to wake up him up just yet, you ran downstairs into the kitchen and made breakfast for the both of you.

You were pumped for today and couldn't wait. It seemed as if it took years for this day to come.

Sitting down at the table, you ate all by yourself, looking across the table at Nash's spot, which was empty.

Once you finished, you ran back up to you and Nash's room and his eyes were just opening.

"Good morning," you smiled.

He looked at you and his eyes locked at how beautiful you looked. He was gazing at you and you couldn't do anything but blush. With the snap of your fingers, he stopped staring.

"Y/N, why are you so dressed up?" he yawned, laying his hand over his forehead.

You're smile faded. He forgot.

"Well... today was supposed to be a day for us to spend together.... Remember?" you raised an eybrow.

He slowly rose up from the bed, his hair all everywhere.

"Oh. Um... well I was going to---"

"Let me guess! Hang out with the guys today?" you scoffed, walking out of the room in disbelief.

"Y/N! I'm sorry! I forgot," he said.

"I think it's pretty obvious you forgot, Nash. Go on. I won't bother you anymore," you growled, voice growing shaky.

You grabbed your keys and stormed out the door, Nash close running behind you.

"Where are you going?" he asked, clearly shocked that you were finally leaving him.

You ignored his question and opened your car door, but Nash was quick to grab your arm.

"Y/N... I'm sorry. I'll be free tomorrow,"

You glared at him, mouth gaped open a bit. You couldn't believe how serious he was.

"You said that eight times in four months, Nash. Forget it. It's nothing," you let a tear slip your eye.

"Why is this so important to you?" he questioned.

Now, you were really pissed. He didn't act as if spending time with you was important, which made you sick. He never made time for you. Instead, he just hung out with his friends like they were more special to him than you were to him alone.

"I'm your girlfriend! What else is there to say? You want to know the last time we've actually been on a date?" you crossed your arms, leaning back in your car seat.

"Not that long ago----"

"A year and a half ago. That's really sad, Nash. If it's not your friends, it's work! When will there be time for me?"

He combed his fingers through his hair and huffed out. He was growing tired of these "You Never Spend Time With Me" fights, only because he knew he was wrong and there was no way he could talk his way into winning the argument.