Hayes grier imagines

painting nails

"Hayes you mug! You've got it everywhere!" I yelled at my boyfriend Hayes, who was busy trying to paint my nails.

"That's what she said," he said, looking up and giggling like a 12 year old boy.

"Omg, I knew you were gonna say that," I replied, rolling my eyes and sighing.

"But seriously Hayes- you have to clean this up! You've got the nail varnish all over my hands and the table!"

"Well at least I didn't miss your fingers Y/n," hayes joked. I laughed and ruffled his hair gently with my free hand. In reply, he kissed me quickly on the cheek.

"You've actually done an alright job despite the massive mess. I'm proud of you hayes, maybe you can paint my nails more often?" I asked knowing I wasn't going to get a yes.
"In your dreams, this is so damn boring- we are so playing call of duty afterwards!" Hayes moaned.

"Yeah and I'll beat you like always," I smiled, raising my eyebrows and waiting for his defensive reply. And it came...

"Since when did dying over 30 times in one game compared to me only dying twice count as winning?" He said, taking a break from painting my nails.

"Since now. Anyway, why have you stopped? I've still got three more fingers Hayes!" I signalled to the three plain nails and he sighed before continuing on with the job.

"And by the way, how am I doing a good job if I can't even manage to paint only your nails?" He asked, curious as to why I complimented him.

"Ok fine, you've done a terrible job! I just wanted to give you a confidence booster!" I surrendered, putting both my hands up in the air despite the fact that hayes was trying to work on one. His mouth hung open as he looked at me in mock disgust.

"Asshole... I thought I was actually doing ok!"

"Well it worked then didn't it?"

"I hate you," he said, pouting.

"Nah, you love me," I replied, a massive smile on my face.

"Yes but you love me more Y/n."

"No I love something more than I do you..."

"May I ask what that is?" He asked, confused.

"The colour of this nail varnish! It's so pretty!" I half-shouted, laughing.

"Just like you," he mumbled, smiling to himself.