Being Nash Grier's Sister

Chapter Eight

Liv's P.O.V:

I don't know where I am going, I just need to get away from everyone, especially Nash.

I pull out my phone and find directions to the nearest Starbucks, and it was close by, so I can walk there and not get lost.

I walk in, and am recognized by the cashier who was about my age and barista who was about nineteen.

"Oh my gosh! Are you Liv Grier?" the perky cashier asks, her name tag said Casey, and the barista came up to me, too.

"Yeah, are you guys fans of my brothers?" I smile back.

"We like you better, honestly. You're chill," the barista laughs.

"Do you want an autograph and a picture?"

"Yes please!" I snap a pic with both of them and sign their phone cases.

"What can I get you?" The cashier asks.

"A veinte Double Chocolaty Chip and a big cookie, please," I pull my wallet.

"Oh, no, honey! It's on the house," the barista shouts.

"It's fine, really," I sigh, sadness in my tone.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Do you have time? It might take a while," I let an awkward laugh out.

"Honey, no one comes to Starbucks at nine thirty at night! I have lots of time!" She laughs and jumps over the counter.

I grab my drink and explain everything to her. She seems like she understands.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know it got that bad. Can I see them?" She looks at me with sincere eyes.

I nod and rub the concealer off my wrists. She gasps.

"Please, promise you won't do this again." She gently grabs my wrists.

"I will try my hardest," I get up and hug her tight.

"Thanks for trusting me. I'm glad I found a new friend," She smiles at me.

"Me too. Thanks for listening,"

I got her number, so we could talk. It felt good to have a friend who didn't use me to get to the guys.

As soon as she wanted to hear what was wrong, I knew I could trust her.

I had gotten multiple texts from the guys when I was with Casey, but I didn't even open them. I feel better that I talked about it and let it out.

I just hope that the guys don't bombard me when I get back to the hotel.

I go into the lobby, and I remember that I rubbed my concealer off my wrists so Casey could see my cuts.

I go into the elevator, and I go outside my hotel room door and knock.

About five seconds later, Cameron answers the door.

He pulls me into a big bear hug and says, "Don't scare me like that ever again,"

"I wasn't gone that long, geez," I hug him back, and he holds me tighter.

I hug everyone except Nash. I put a sweatshirt on and crawl into bed.

I'm half asleep, and someone kisses my forehead and whispers, "Goodnight, beautiful. Sweet dreams,"

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I wake up and Hayes is in the other bed. That means Nash is sleeping in the bed with me.

I lie down and think about yesterday.