Left on the Sidelines // Nash Overstreet

Chapter 30: I Knew You Were Trouble When You Walked In

-Danielle-

After moving all the stuff I had brought with me on the plane back into mine and Nash's apartment, I threw myself onto our bed.

"I hope I never have to do this again," I sighed, looking at Nash. He bit his lip and I quickly pushed myself back up, "Nash... I didn't mean it like that, I swear." He smiled slightly and walked over to the bed, sitting down beside me and wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing the top of jaw just below my ear.

"I know," he mumbled. "Here," he said, "I figured you might want this back now." He pulled the necklace he gave me out of his pocket and putting it around my neck.

"Has it been in your pocket this whole time?" I asked. He nodded and I smiled at him before laying my head on his shoulder, "Can we unpack tomorrow?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm tired," I whined.

He chuckled, "You're so cranky when you're tired." We crawled back onto the bed and he wrapped his arms around me again as I laid my head on his chest.

"You know what sucked most about the last four months?" I asked quietly after a few minutes of listening to his heartbeat.

"What?" he whispered.

"Not being able to do this." He didn't say anything, but I could tell he was smiling as he pulled me closer to him. "Nash," I said randomly.

"Danielle," he copied.

"Will you sing to me?"

"What do you want me to sing?"

I thought for a moment, "Why Don't You Love Me."

He smiled, "Of course."

About a minute into the song, I finally fell asleep.

~

The next morning when I woke up, I heard Nash whisper, "Good morning, beautiful."

"I really don't ever wake up before you, do I?" I laughed sleepily, repositioning myself so I was laying on my stomach and leaning on my elbows so I could look at him, "How long have you been awake?"

"About an hour and a half," he shrugged.

"And you didn't get up or anything?" I asked, a bit shocked. He shook his head and I exclaimed, "Why?!"

"I just missed having you in my arms for four months and I didn't want to miss any more time," he said, looking into my eyes.

He leaned in to kiss me and I jumped up off the bed, "Not until I brush my teeth!"

"Who cares?" he laughed loudly, getting up and walking toward me.

I darted into the bathroom and locked the door behind me, "Nope!" I heard him laugh again from the other side of the door and I went to brush my teeth.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I squeaked when someone grabbed my waist from behind me. I was turned around in their arms and looked up at Nash before he crashed his lips against mine.

When he pulled away, he smirked, "Minty."

I laughed and pushed on his shoulder, walking out of the room and into the living room to my guitar case and the two suitcases I had brought with me. I opened up one of my suitcases before I heard my ringtone. I reached into my pocket, looked at the screen, and hit the green button.

"Hey, Mom!" I said happily, walking into the kitchen to get a drink.

"Hi, honey," she smiled, "I just called to make sure you got there safely and to let you know that the rest of your stuff should be arriving by Monday!"