[Before you keep reading, I want to clarify that I still need to verify my Instagram account, so I still can't: like any posts, follow anyone, etc. Since I can't get the message with the security code since I'm not in my home—I'm in USA. When I get back, I'll start following EVERYONE. I may like everyone's post too 😏]
Nash's P.O.V
"Thank you so much for having us!" I said into the microphone. The room erupted with screaming fans—the best noise, to be honest. I love the feeling of having thousands and thousands of people screaming your name and cheering for you, wanting to see more of the show. I love the feeling of them supporting me after everything that happened. Those are the true fans.
"It was so nice to be here, thank you!" said Cameron. I smiled one last time before turning on my heels to leave.
"I hate you!" I heard someone in the crowd. I froze in my spot and turned around. The guys gave me confused looks and stared blankly at everyone. The crowd's cheering started fading away.
I walked over to the microphone and started speaking up, "Umm, who said that?" I asked, chuckling nervously.
A single hand raised her hand. It was a girl that seemed of 15 years old. She was wearing a shirt that says: Cameron is my BF, biatch! Her dirty blonde hair was put in a in a high ponytail, and held a not so happy face.
"Did you just say: I hate you?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. I saw her nodding, folding her arms as a frown started to form. "Why?"
"I just feel like you're stupid. Ever since you broke the news about your baby, I couldn't stop thinking how you were so dumb enough to do that—to being careless"
There was a moment of intense silence in the room, the air was slowly filling with tension and awkwardness. I cleared my throat, and the noise echoed through the room since I was still holding the microphone near my lips.
"I guess I understand your point. I know I was careless and stupid. But it happened and there's nothing I can do right now to erase it" everyone's gaze was piercing through me, but I had to speak what's on my mind now, to clear things up with everyone. Even though I tried to many times through Twitter, that's not enough. Some people need an explanation face-to-face—and that's exactly what this girl will get.
"I know I made a mistake—I am of course aware of that. I understand that with my acts, there will be consequences and nothing will be the same anymore. But, now it's my chance to help people be aware as well. I am a teenager, and teenagers do stupid stuff. They always try to experiment, to try new things to see what happens. I did just that and ended up leaving someone pregnant. I never meant for anything to happen" I said, taking in a deep breath. "I understand if you hate me, I'm surprised I haven't heard anyone in this room booing at me already. . .I learned my lesson, and you have no idea how sorry I am towards the girl that had to go through that pregnancy. But, I happen to be in love with her, so when I saw her suffering, it broke me—it really did"
Another moment of silence. The girl's expression fell, and her face was now filled with regret. To ease the tension, I offered everyone a smile—a genuine one. "My girlfriend is fine now, even though giving birth hurt like a bitch, I bet. And by the way, it's a babygirl" I said, and then the room erupted in multiples 'awww's'. "I feel happy, even though these months have been terrible. I won't allow anything else hurt the two most precious things I have right now: My girlfriend and my daughter"
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"That was a nice speech out there" Jack G. said while plopping down on the leather couch beside me, "you left them speechless"
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It's your Choice (Sequel to: It's your Baby) | COMPLETED
Fanfiction| Nash Grier Fanfic | Giving birth was supposed to be the hardest part. But what comes after is probably the most painful time of all. Now, Gwen needs to choose between the only two options she has to be happy: she can either keep the baby or give i...
