The tutor - Nash fanfic

Part 37

I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted

And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine

Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you?

When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?

Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?

If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

'Cause I'm not fine at all

As I was packing all my stuff, I was singing Amnesia at the top of my lungs. I had heard it for the first time a few days ago, and fell in love. It was such a beautiful song with so much meaning. The song reminded me of John. Not in a sexual way of course, but in a best friend kind of way. It was kinda the way I felt before we became friends again.

I remember the day you told me you were leaving

I remember the make-up running down your face

And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them

Like every single wish we ever made

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia

And forget about the stupid little things

Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you

And the memories I never can escape

"Holy shit my girlfriend can sing!" I screamed as I heard Nash's voice. I turned around, not able to control my heartbeat. As I turned, I saw all the guys sitting in my living room with their mouths hanging open.

"You scared the crap out of me, asshole!" I yelled as I threw the first thing I could reach, which was a plastic cup. His expression didn't change as he grabbed the cup like he was some kind of super-ninja. The room went quiet as they all just looked at me.

"(Y/N), why the hell didn't you tell us that you could sing?" Cameron said breaking the silence. I just shrugged, and went back to putting my clothes in my bag again.

"(Y/N), sing!" Matt demanded. I just laughed as I struggled with folding my sweater.

"I don't sing on command."

I felt two hands wrapping around my waist, pulling me into a hug from behind. I looked up to find Nash sitting there, smiling like a little kid on Christmas. He leaned his head on my shoulder, and whispered in my ear, asking me to sing just for him. I just laughed as I shook my head. No way in hell would I sing in front of people. At least not on purpose.

I had been looking at the message I received yesterday for an hour, and I felt sicker every time I read it. Nash couldn't have sent the message, could he? No. He was with me when I got it. And he was not texting anyone. Unless he has got a supernatural power than makes him able to text with one arm around me and the other one in his pocket. Please don't let it be him. Please.

Right now we were all at the airport waiting for our flights. Shawn had already boarded his, and Nash and I were next. It was boarding in just 15 minutes. I was more scared than ever to get back home. Because my dad was there. I know he said that he regretted everything he had done, but that was when he thought he would never see me again. Does he still regret it, or is he back to being the drunken man he used to be? I know it sounds terrible, but one part of me really wanted him to go back to being in coma. I know, I know, I seem like a horrible person, but try and put yourself in my position. In the past three years, he had treated me like shit, and nothing else. And the day after he left, was the first day in so long, that I wasn't scared to go home after school. And I loved that feeling. But now I was just as terrified to go back as I used to be, and maybe even worse.

"We're gonna miss you like crazy, you know that right?" Cameron shook me out of my thought. His hands were cupping my shoulders, slightly shaking me. A giggle left my mouth before I pulled him in to a hug.

"I'm going to miss you too." I whispered as I buried my my face into his neck. Soon the rest of the guys came in for a group hug.

Flight 234 to Charlotte is ready for boarding

The robot-lady-voice said over the speakers. We all pulled away from the hug, and Nash quickly took my hand in his. I looked back and waved at the guys, missing them already, which was crazy.

"And next time, you'll be performing on stage with Shawn!" Aaron yelled as we were showing our tickets to a lady. Next time?