Magcon Imagines/Preferences

Nash Grier- Fight

Warning- Some inappropriate language will be used in this imagine, and possibly some other ones. 

Y/N's POV

*New tweet from Nash Grier* Oh, that's cool. Just casually watching my boyfriend of a year and a half  tweet everyone under the moon but not text me back. How wonderful. Suddenly I heard the door open and close. Shoes could be heard hitting the wall as he kicked them off and sloppily tossed them to the side. He walked into the kitchen, not even bothering to say anything to me. "Where were you?", I asked. "Why does it fucking matter?", he replied coldly. "I was just wondering." I said softly. "Well stop 'just wondering' about me and leave me the hell alone!" He grabbed a water bottle and walked into the living room. "What the hell is your problem?", I exclaimed. He rolled his eyes, picked up the remote and turned on the TV to ESPN, completely ignoring me. Done with all his bullshit, I grabbed the remote and shut the TV off, and then stood in front of him. "Hey! I was watching that! Move out of the way!" "No Nash! We need to talk!" "We can talk later y/n, right now my main priority is whether the Patriots are beating the Vikings! Now move!" "What the hell is your problem Nash? You've changed so much in the past month that it's like I'm living with a complete stranger and I'm fucking sick of it! You treat me like shit and just expect me to be your maid or some shit! I don't even think you love me anymore.", I ranted, saying the last sentence softly.  "That's bullshit and you know it!" "Is it Nash? Is it really? I can't remember the last time you actually home for dinner, or the last time you took me on a date. Hell I can't even remember the last time you kissed me! We barely interact anymore and it's killing me Nash! I need to know if you still want to be with me. I need to know if I'm wasting my time, when I could be with someone who actually cares about me. So tell me Nash. Do you still love me?" Silence. That was all I heard, and that's all I needed to confirm what I had been thinking for weeks. He just stared at the floor in absolute silence. My bottom lip trembled as the first tear fell. I turned on my heel and started climbing the stairs slowly, going up to the bedroom we once shared. The picture from our 1 year anniversary was sitting on the nightstand. I couldn't even look at it without crying. What had happened to him? He promised me forever and now it's just gone. I turned towards the closet and grabbed my duffel bag and put in a few days worth of outfits. I turned the light off and walked silently back down the stairs. Nash was in the exact same position as he was when I left him 15 minutes ago. The bottom step creaked as I stepped down on to it, and Nash's head shot up. His eyes met mine for the first time in weeks, and I looked away and kept walking towards the door. Nash saw my bag and stood up quickly, as if he finally put two and two together. I silently started slipping on my plain black Vans, tears still slowly creeping down my cheeks. "Wh-Where are you going?", Nash asked, worry evident in his voice. "I'm leaving Nash. I'll be back for the rest of my stuff later this week," I said as I turned around to face him. Panic washed over his face like a tidal wave, like it was finally hitting him that this was actually happening. "No! No, no, no, you, you can't leave me!", he said as his voice cracked a little. "Why not? Nothing can stop me. Isn't this what you wanted? I mean, when I asked you if you loved me and you didn't reply, I got the hint Nash. There's no need for you to pretend that you still want me here." "I'm not pretending! I do still want you here! I love you for fucks sake!", he exclaimed.  "Yeah, well you sure have a hell of a way of showing it! Just let me go Nash, it'll be easier for both of us." "No! You can't leave me! I won't let you!" I sighed, "Nash jus-" "NO!", he cried, tears starting to silently flow down his cheeks. After a year and a half together I had never seen him cry. "Please,", he whimpered. "Please y/n, I'll do anything to make you stay." I looked at him. He looked so broken, so vulnerable. I had never seen him this way, and it was quite shocking. I was at a loss for words. He slowly made his way towards me, until he was right in front of me. "I'm so sorry.", he whispered, as his hands hesitantly found my waist, bringing me involuntarily closer to his warm body. "You were right, I have been an asshole. I haven't been treating you like I should and I have no excuse for the way I've been acting. Just give me one more chance baby girl, I swear on my life I'll make it up to you." I looked up into those baby blue eyes of his, the eyes that had captivated me in the first place. They were rimmed with red and bloodshot. I couldn't say no to him. I couldn't live without him. "I'll give you one more chance, Grier. You blow it, then I'm gone.", I said. "I won't let you down.", he said. Then he slowly leaned down and pressed his lips softly to mine for the first time in weeks. He was back. My Nash was back.