Viner Imagines | Requests Closed.

Story Of My Life / Nash Grier.

This one is for Molly. Thank you for the request! 

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"Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain. I leave my heart open, but stays right here, empty for days."

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Molly sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Nash. We can make this work." She held back tears that were threatening to fall.

"How? You act as if you don't even love me." The bass in Nash's voice cracked, lowering to a whisper.

"That's not true I-"

"Really? Is it? You're too good for me anyways, Molly." Nash spoke sharply.

"What? No, I'm not. If anything you're way too good for me. What about all the hate I get? Hm? You don't get hate for being in love with someone so famous. Do you? I love you with everything I can give. If that's not enough for you, then I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm not good enough. I never seem to be. I guess I'll just leave." Molly replied, a sad tone laced in her voice as her tears fell freely. She ran towards Nash's bedroom, gathering all of her things to throw into a tote bag.

Molly took slow steps down the stairs, pausing to glance to her left where the island was placed, to see Nash with his head buried in his hands, loud sobs echoing throughout the kitchen.

Molly's bottom lip trembled. "Babe." She whispered soothingly, rushing over to rub his back.

He lifted his head slowly, showing his now pale blue, blood shot eyes. A shaky hand raised to gently take a strand of her hair. "I love everything about you; your eyes, your hair, your laugh, your smile, the way you eat, when you wear my clothes, the way you played hard to get, how you only like it slow in bed, the way you walk, the way you hug me from behind. Molly, I'm just in love with you. It's all I know how to do. I was programmed to love you. It's just the story of my life." He admitted.

Molly dropped her bag, wrapping her arms around Nash.

"I love you too." She whispered, kissing his cheek.

He passionately kissed her, raising his right hand to cup her cheek, after about a minute the two pulled away for air.

"We will make this work." Nash smiled genuinely.

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yikes.