Imagines || Internet Boys

34 | Nathan Triska

Y/n's P.O.V.

While I was at the store shopping for some gifts for my boyfriend, Nathan, I saw some girls giving me dirty stares and laughing at me. I ignored them and shopped around a bit more.

"Hey, are you Nathan's girlfriend, y/n?" one girl asks.

"Yeah, are you girls fans of him?" I question, slightly forming a smile.

"Yes, but we're not fans of you," another girl with blonde hair says.

"I'm sorry, b-"

"Why don't you just dump Nathan already? I want him!" one screams.

"Don't you care that he's happy with me?" I ask, a tear slowly slipping down my face.

"No, not really," and with that, they left the store.

I paid for my items, went to my car, and started to cry. The hate gets to me sometimes.

Once I was home, I slammed the door shut, and threw my keys on the coffee table.

"Babe, are you home?" Nathan calls from upstairs, slowly creeping downstairs.

"Yeah, yeah," I sniffle.

"What's wrong, princess?" he seats himself next to me, and starts rubbing my back.

"Your fans," I blurt out. He stares in confusion. "They were h-hating on me."

"Oh, y/n, forget them. If they hate on my baby, they weren't real fans at all," Nathan plants a kiss on my lips. "I love you, babe."

"I love you more, baby," I cuddle up to his chest. "I'm so glad that I have you."

A/n -
really wanna do a Shawn Mendes imagine...literally obsessed with him!