When I met you in the Summer

Chapter 8

Emily's Pov:

"Hey." I said knocking on Nash's door. "Is Nash here?" I asked Bryant.

"Um yeah, he's in his room." Bryant said and I walked to his room knocking on the door.

"Hey." I said.

"Hi." Nash said.

Why am I getting so worried about what could happen. I've known him for like almost 2 weeks.

"Can we talk?" I asked him.

"Yea." He said.

"Nash, there's nothing going on with me and Joe." I said. "Period. I've been friends with him for years and I know now that he's like obsessed with me. It's weird and he has this idea that we should be together when I have no interest in him at all." I said.

"Why'd he tell me you guys were basically together?" He asked me. I sat down next to him.

"Because he's weird. I said that already." I said.
Nash laughed and looked at me.

"I- really like you." He said.

"I really like you too." I said. He moved in closer to me and our eyes glanced at each other. His hands found their way to my hips and he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. Before we knew it, it was a full on make out session. His lips were so kissable and left me not wanting an instance without them on me.

The awkwardness filled the air.

"Em, I heard you sing today." Nash said.
"I went to the studio." He said.

"What?" I asked. "How?" I asked.

"Your so amazing Em." He said and blushed.

"No, I'm really not." I said the entire truth.

"Listen to me." Nash breathed. "I don't care who ever put you down before is wrong. They're jealous. They're nothing compared to you. They'll always be less. You have such a gift and you have to use it." Nash said. "Promise me you'll never stop singing?" Nash asked me grabbing hold of my hand.

"I promise." I said. He pulled, me up with him and his forehead bent down to touch the top of my head. He kissed my forehead. I was dying inside.

"So, what do you wanna do today?" Nash asks me even though it was already 5.

"Nothing." I said lying back down on his bed.

"I could do nothing with you any day." He said lying down next to me.

2 weeks later

It's now July 16. I'm pretty much settled here in California. I'm kinda worried though since he hasn't asked me out yet. I have the song coming out in 3 weeks which I guess is kinda early for it to come out but eh.

"So, are you excited to go to this party?" Nash asked me. I know his history and how he should stay away from everything. But not just because of Cameron. He told me himself. And I just pretended I had no idea.

"Are you sure that you wanna go?" I asked him.

"Em. I'll be fine. And don't worry about me." He said. "I should be the one worrying about you." He said.

"One being that you don't even know who's party were going to." He said. "And two being, I'm the the guy. I have to look out for my-" he stopped himself. "The girl." He finished. Ugh. I pictured him saying "my girl." But he never did.

"Yea yea yea." I said. "Let's just go." I said. "I have to go back to my apartment to change." I said and we walked out of his apartment to mine.

-

We walked into my room and I began searching through my closet for an outfit.

"So you finally finished you room." He breathed looking around.

"Yea." I said. "You like?" I asked him.

"It's you. Of course I do." He said. (Picture at beginning of chapter). I chose to wear a floral skirt with black knee socks and a cropped black tank top that hooks around my neck both back and front. I went into the bathroom to change and when I came out Nash was on his phone. How surprising?

~
We were driving to whomevers party this is and there was a silence between me and Nash.

"So, I know you have a younger brother Hayes, and you have a younger sister. An older brother and both your parents remarried." I said. "Tell me about the rest of your family." I said.

"Like who?" He asked smirking.

"I don't know, your grandma." I said.

"Well, she likes to bake and she reads, she sleeps, she repeats herself and loves going to church." He said.

"She loves going to church." I mocked him.

"What?" He asked. I knew he was a catholic like me . (A/N: I respect all religions, I just know Nash is a Catholic so obviously I make his character like him because it's fanfiction.)

"You should go to church too." I said.

"I know." He said. "I use to go every weekend to 11 o'clock mass but nor I don't know what happened. I don't have a parish here and I guess-" he stopped himself. "What about you missy?" He asked me.

"I go to mass every weekend back home and I've been once in the few weeks I've been here." I said.

"We should go to mass on Sunday." He said.

"I'd like that." I said.

~

Nash had his arm locked around mine the whole time. He looked uncomfortable here. Like bad memories were brought up. People came up to him to say hi and he introduced me to them. Obviously as his friend. Ugh, that reminds me. WHEN IS HE GONNA ASK ME OUT? How much longer am I gonna have to wait.

We were there for about an hour by now and it was kinda boring. I felt bad that Sarah's date got sick. Who was she going out with anyway? She just texted me about it. Josh was sick too. What if? No. What if Josh was her date? OH MY Gosh!

Sarah was gonna go on a date with my brother! possibly... This cannot be happening. What am I gonna do?