~Can't Stop Loving You~ (A Hayes and Nash Grier Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 20

HANNAHS POV:

I run back to the car. Sure enough it's locked.

I put my back to the car and slide down the side of it.

Shawn is probably so confused right now. And Nash, poor Nash, he's probably freaking out.

My sobbing decreases. I start to wipe the tears from my face.

Hearing footsteps, I look up to see a tall figure coming towards me.

As it gets closer, I recognize the face of my sad-looking boyfriend.

"Nash." I say softly.

He comes closer.

I stand up and walk towards him.

He starts running towards me.

As he comes close enough to reach me, he wraps his arms around my waist and hugs me tightly.

"Don't let go." I whisper.

He sighs and I see a tear roll down his cheek.

"I am so stupid. I could have lost you back there and I was too blind to see that." He says.

"Oh Nash." I say softly.

We just stand there softly crying and hugging.

"Can we just go home and watch Netflix all day?" I ask.

"Yeah. Sounds good to me." He says pulling his phone from his pocket.

He calls a cab to come pick us up.

It arrives about five minutes later, splashing water from under its tires.

As it rolls towards us, it splashes me with gutter water.

I stand there, drenched and very angry.

Nash grabs his hoodie that he carried with him just incase it got colder outside.

I pull my shirt off (Yes I have a tank top on still.) And put the hoodie on.

Nash and I hop into the cab and go home.

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We pay the driver and unlock the front door of the house.

Once Nash and I are inside, he closes the door behind him and walks toward me.

He scoops me up, Carries me bridal style into the media room, plops me down on the couch, and kisses my cheek.

Sitting next to me, he puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer to him.

We watch a few movies, adding up to about 3 and a half hours.

After the end of the last one, he leans closer to me and touches his forehead to mine.

I close my eyes.

He kisses me slowly.

He places his hands around my waist and I rest mine on his shoulders.

Kissing me just a bit harder now, he places one hand on the back of my neck.

He stops for a second to say "I love you Hannah."

"I love you too." I reply.

I stand up and pull him up with me. He gives me a wonderful hug.

Then he grabs my hand and twirls me around the room.

I start to get a bit dizzy.

"Nash! Please stop!" I say, laughing.

"Ok. You still need to get a shower anyways." He says as he stops.

"Thank you." I say.

He runs up behind he and scoops me up again, carrying me to my room. He drops me at the door and says "I'll be in my room if you need anything. Now can I have a kiss before I go? Not a loser kiss, a good one."

I roll my eyes, grasp his hair, and kiss him for only 3 seconds.

Then I wave goodbye and close my door.

I walk into my bathroom, strip out of my nasty clothes, and scrub till I'm completely clean.

I hop out, throw my hair in a bun, put on a sports bra under my Magcon sweatshirt, and throw on some sweatpants from American eagle

I walk out of my room into the hall, singing lyrics of my favorite songs into my toothbrush.

Nash walks out of his room in nothing but socks and his boxers.

He starts laughing at me.

I notice him watching me and I say, "Go put some clothes on you Nashty boy!" Which makes him laugh even more.

"Don't tell me what to do!" He replies jokingly.

He turns around and walks into his room.

When he returns he is holding a shirt in his hands and he is wearing flannel pants.

He throws the shirt over his shoulder and picks me up by the waist and throws me over his other shoulder.

I struggle to get out of his strong grip, holding me to his shoulder.

"Naaaaaash!" I yell.

"Whaaaaaat?" He yells back.

"If you put me down I'll make you some pancakes." I say. I know he likes pancakes.

"Deal!" He screams and runs into the kitchen.

He puts me down there and grabs the things we need to make them.

"Hannah?" Nash says quietly.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Do you like it when I mess with you?" He says.

I start laughing. "Yes, especially when you eat my food." I say sarcastically.

"Sorry bout that." He says doing a cheesy smile.

"I love your faces." I laugh.

"I love your craziness." He says.

He comes behind he, wraps his hands around my waist, and rests his head on my shoulder.

I continue cooking as he stands there.

I look back at him. His eyes are closed.

I let him just stand there.

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Nash ate his pancakes.

Lol.

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