Chapter Forty One

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*EL'S POV*

"Noooooo I'm tired."

"C'mon we have to go."

"Ughhhhhh." I groan as I get out of bed, facing Nash. He laughs, probably at my hair as I stand up and take the hoodie of his that I now call mine.

"Do all girls steal their boyfriends stuff or is that just you?"

"You will never have to know that."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm your girlfriend, your only girlfriend."

He laughs, kissing me on the head before pulling me into him, rubbing my back.

"You're gonna put me back to sleep." I say drowsily, leaning on him.

He stops, moving his hands down to my butt and picking me up.

"Nash you're gonna hurt yourself."

"No I won't."

"You're on bed rest, you're not even supposed to be walking."

"And I care why?"

"Because you need to get better."

He carries me down the stairs, and I stop struggling, figuring it wasn't helping the situation. He puts me in the car, running his fingers through my hair.

"I love you Brielle."

"I love you too Hamilton."

He shakes his head, smiling and kissing me.

"You smell good." He says, pulling back and putting his chin on my shoulder.

"I try."

"Can I just cuddle with you instead of driving?"

"I wish."

He kisses me again before getting into his side of the car, driving us to the airport.

When we get there, there is of course a huge line for everything. It takes us 4 hours to finally make it to the plane.

"Is North Carolina pretty?"

"Not as pretty as you." I slap him on the chest, smiling.

"Feisty."

"Always."

We talk about NC as the plane takes off, the sound of the engine lulling me back to sleep. I wake up extremely hot and in a different state.

"Welcome to North Carolina."

"Are you excited?"

"Yeah, I miss my Mom."

"Awwwww!" I ruffle his hair, kissing him on the cheek.

He rolls his eyes, walking in front of me and grabbing our bags.

I follow him, our fingers intertwined as we walk down the giant tunnel thing.

"Who is picking us up?"

"Will, I think."

"Ok."

"Do you like lakes?"

"As long as it's not an ocean."

"It's kinda deep."

"I don't know." I bite my lip, trying to outsmart my own brain by saying lakes aren't even deep and they're like puddles. It's not working.

"What if you were just in a boat?"

"That's no fun."

"Neither are panic attacks."

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