Soulmate (Cameron Dallas/ Nash Grier/ Matthew Espinosa/ Hayes Grier)

Chapter 18

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Song for this chapter : Stockholm Syndrome - One Direction

"Hey, wake up." I hear someone say while nudging me.

I groan and turn on my other side.

"Wake up," he says again, stripping the blankets from my body.

"Go away Nash," I say, curling my legs up to my stomach.

"It's already eleven, get the hell up." He pulls my legs, making me slide down on the bed.

"Leave me alone," I complain, grabbing onto the bed sheets to restrain from falling.

"You leave me no choice," Nash says.

I stay in the same position, thinking that he left, until I feel a cold liquid being poured on my head.

"Nash!" I jolt up, my face red with anger.

"Oh good, you're up." He smirks slightly.

"What the hell did you do that for?" I ask.

"Cameron told me to wake you up and meet him at the restaurant downstairs," Nash tells me.

"Well how long do I have?" I ask him, rubbing my eyes.

"Ten minutes." Nash smiles an evil smile.

"Screw you Nash!" I say and practically run into the bathroom.

I start by brushing my teeth and then touching up my hair by straightening the wavy parts. I then put on subtle mascara and eyeliner and a little lipgloss. When I'm satisfied with my face, I rush to the closet to pick out an outfit.

"Five minutes," Nash annoyingly reminds me.

"Turn around," I say after I pick out my clothes.

"Why don't you just go into the bathroom?" he asks.

"It's really small and I'm claustrophobic so will you just turn around?" I ask again.

"I think you want to change in front of me." Nash whispers, stepping closer to me.

"If I wanted to change in front of you, I wouldn't be asking you to turn around," I remind him.

"Three minutes," he says.

"Nash," I demand.

"The clock is ticking." Nash smirks yet again.

"You know what? Fine," I say, pulling my shirt over my head.

Nash's eyes go wide and I quickly cover myself with the shirt I picked out. I then pull my pajama pants down and replace them with jean shorts, Nash's eyes never leaving my body.

"Happy now?" I ask him.

"Very." He smiles, handing me my converse that I wear practically every day.

I finish putting them on when Nash opens the door.

"Right on time," he says when I walk out into the hallway.

I roll my eyes as he presses the elevator button and leans against the wall.

"That's never happening again," I tell him.

"We'll see." He winks.

The elevator doors open and we hurry inside.

"So, you're claustrophobic?" Nash asks me.