Nash Grier Imagine ~Anger part 2~
(sorry it might be bad, I was tired when I made this xD)
Blood rushed out of the back of Nash's head as he laid down on the road. You shrieked in shock and rushed over to Nash, shouting to the others to call an ambulance. Taylor just stared down with anger at Nash, not even caring about his gash through the back of his head. Soon enough, sirens filled everyones ears and you found yourself in the waiting room of a hospital. Taylor was sitting beside you, speaking in soft tones because he knew you were mad at him by the way you turned your head to the side and folded your arms whenever he spoke. Cameron was crying the whole time, worrying about whether Nash would be ok or not and Carter, Aaron and Matt were reading magazines as if nothing happened. "Y/n...?" Taylor softly spoke, placing his hand on your knee but you soon shook your knee rapidly and shot Taylor a glare. Even though Nash was flirting with you even though he knew you were with Taylor, you were more mad at Taylor then you were at Nash. What if Nash dies? "Oh come on, stop being like this!" Taylor shouted, lowering his eyes at you and a hiss tone in his voice. "How could you blame me though!? You cracked Nash's head open, maybe even killing him!" You shouted and got up as if you were going somewhere. "Hey Y/n, sit down. Nash is not going to die and we all know that!" Taylor yelled so loudly that probably all the patients in the hospital woke up from their naps.
"Y/n Y/l/n (your last name)?" A random nurse popped up out of no where and asked you, basically putting her face in front of yours. You scooted back, nearly hitting your heels on Taylor's toes. "Y-yea?" You asked, still scared with her sudden presence. "Nash asked if you could come into the hospital room." The nurse smiled at you, basically showing he was ok. "Ok lets go." Cameron said to me, getting up his seat but the nurse shook her head and demanded Cameron to sit back down. "He said ONLY Y/n." She stammered before walking away, leading you to Nash's hospital room. When you entered, he had a huge bandage around his head but a huge smile complimented his look. He was ok. Nash was ok! You sprinted to his bed side and copied his expression, your smile extending to almost your ears. You would have never thought you would be this excited to see Nash. The nurse left suddenly, closing the door behind her which just filled the room with silence. Soon enough Nash vanished the silence by speaking with kind of a weak tone to his voice.
"Y/n... I'm sorry about ruining the dinner. It's all my fault, if I hadn't been so caught up in flirting with you this would've never happened. Please don't be mad at Taylor, he did nothing but protect you like any good boyfriend would." Nash said, staring off to the distance in front of him. "Yea but Nash, he made you go into the hospital!" You stammered, slamming your fist down on Nash's bed. "Because he was protecting you." Nash said with a hint of anger in his voice. "Why are you so against the fact that Taylor is some fault of all of this?" You questioned, tilting your head to the side. "I've known Taylor more than you have and he's a pretty cool guy, everyone always thinks he's a tool but really he isn't. He really loves you Y/n... he's a keeper." Nash gulped as he said that but put on a smile. "Nash, you ok?" You slowly asked him. Nash nodded and just played with a loose piece of thread on the bedsheets; "Yea, why?" "You just don't look ok." You said, fiddling your fingers together. "No, you're the one who doesn't look ok." Nash chuckled, looking straight at you. You wrinkled your eyebrows and looked over at the mirror beside the mini flatscreen T.V. There you saw a girl with a flushed white face with red rosy cheeks and sad eyes. That's when you realized that whenever someone said Taylor you never felt excited but when somebody said Nash, your mood lit up.
You looked back at Nash and added on more red to your cheeks, of course he noticed. Nash then gripped your wrist and tugged you down so your face was inches away from his. He slowly spoke with a whispery voice, mint scent rushing up your nose. "Don't worry Y/n... I feel the same about you. I was just testing you to see if what I've been seeing ever since I've known you was true." You gasped after Nash said that and tried to flashback to the first time you met Nash. Did your face grow white and did your cheeks become red every time someone said Nash? But before you had time to think about it, Nash's lips were pressed against yours and this time you kept them there, not pushing him back.
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