It All Started Because Of An Ed Sheeran Song.

At the Hospital.

"RICKY DRIVE ME TO THE HOSPITAL." I yelled as I was sobbing. "Why?!" He asked. "Nash, got into a car accident." "We're coming with!"

*hospital*

I ran down the hall to find Nash's room. A doctor was coming out of his room. "How is he?! Is he gonna be ok?!" "Just some minor injuries. He should be fine, however he could have loss of memory he did have some brain damage. If he did lose any memory then he will get it back within a week to a month, maybe in a few days. But I highly doubt anything is wrong just a broken arm and fractured ribs. There is a reason why he had this accident. He received a text and looked at it resulting in a car accident." Shit. It was my text. I was the reason for this. (I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HOSPITAL STUFF BTW SO THIS PROBABLY ISN'T EVEN ACCURATE BUT IDC) "Can I see him?" "Go ahead." I went into his room.

"Hi Nash." "Kayla?" "Yeah." I paused for a moment. "Nash this is all of my fault!" I started to cry. "I shouldn't have texted you." "No. Kayla this isn't your fault. And I love you too. I care for you. This isn't your fault and you don't need to bring yourself down for it." I stopped crying. "I have some news." I said. "What?" "Trevor and I got back together." "HE HURT YOU KAYLA. HE MADE YOU SAD. HE'S A JERK KAYLA." "Nash calm down. I'm takin things slow. So if it makes you feel better I'll still be living with you."

He smiled. I love his smile.