You were sitting at one of the restaurants in La Massana, a small country of Andorra in-between Spain and France. You knew there was a chance that someone might recognize you, but with hair short, reaching only your chin, and different hair colour, you were confident enough that no one would be that fast at recognizing you either. Since you left Los Angeles and the moment you arrived in Madrid, you used only small towns and villages for your stop.
It has been a week since you managed to escape and though you never stayed at one place more than a day, you grew to like La Massana. It was a mistake.
It was early in the morning, with the sun just rising from the East, when a woman approached you and with a soft smile handed you an envelope. With narrowed eyebrows, you thanked her and opened it, taking out the paper. You expression remained the same, but suddenly you were aware of all people that surrounded you.
You're being followed.
Three words that made you raise your head as you put paper back into envelope before you stood up and left without a glance behind. You walked down the street until you reached the hotel that was few minutes away. Glancing behind you saw a man following you quite far behind, but didn't pace up. It confused you. If he wasn't Kuznetsov's man then who was he?
You reached your hotel room and grabbed the bag before changing into something more comfortable other than dress. Walking towards the window, you looked outside and saw the same man standing right below, talking with someone on the phone. You narrowed your eyebrows, wondering why he seemed so familiar until you remembered he was outside behind the club when you visited Nash.
Your eyes widened and colour drained from your face. The last thing you wanted was running from Nash as well. He must have known by now that you were an agent and went undercover to bring him down. Closing the curtain, you left the room and walked down the hallway towards elevator. You rushed when you heard men speaking Russian and cursed at the luck.
"I shouldn't have stayed here longer…" You groaned, but sighed in relief when the elevator closed the moment you heard the doors open. Leaning on the wall behind, you looked up into ceiling before you took out your burning phone you bought in Spain.
Going through contacts, you wondered how could they find out so soon before realization dawned on you. You closed your eyes and sighed. "Of course he'd have someone from the police in too."
Reaching the first floor, you stepped out of the elevator and walked towards fire exit. The moment you walked through, you were pulled in by the arm and slammed on the wall beside, his hand over your mouth. Your eyes widened as you stared at the man in front of you. Your look soon turned into glare as you tried to free yourself.
"Save it," He groaned and looked around before focusing on you completely. "Call him."
Two words that made you completely still. Narrowing your eyebrows, he removed his hand. "Why? He knows I'm an agent. Why the hell should I call him?"
"He can protect you." The man sighed. "He's been searching for you since you left."
"Protect me?" You scoffed. "I wanted to bring him down, arrest him." You stared right into his eyes. "I even pretended to act so close to him." Averting your gaze to the side, the pain became visible. "I can't…I can't see him. Not after doing that."
"Kacey changed his mind." Your eyes widened. "I don't know how much you'll believe me, but everyone close to Nash knew you two held feelings for each other. It was quite obvious." He laughed.
"I can't stay here any longer." You whispered, shoulders slumping down.
"Go back to Los Angeles. To Nash."
"I can't…" Shaking with head, you turned away. "Kuznetsov is keen on finding and killing me for what happened in Russia. He won't stop until I'm dead and making sure too." You looked back at him. "If I go back, not only I'll endanger those close to me, but they might end up dying so he could bring me out. I can't do that. Not to Kacey and Nash. Not to anyone…which is why I'm sorry for doing this."
Making a fist, you punched him in the stomach before going behind him and wrapped an arm around his neck and head. He gasped for air and tried to hold your hand, scratching your arms as he slipped into unconsciousness, too surprised and shocked at your actions.
"I'm trying to protect you and Nash." You whispered and closed your eyes. "I'm sorry…"
The man slumped down and you leaned him against the wall, sighing. Leaning down, you smiled softly before you took out his phone and went through contacts, finding the familiar name. With narrowed eyebrows, you bit your lower lip, wondering if you should call him or not, having doubts in everything the man said. It was hard to convince Nash.
"What's the news?" His voice sounded rushed and you forced back the laugh that threatened to escape.
"He's unconscious, but he's safe." You spoke.
"[Name]…"
You gasped, hearing your name from his mouth, but you laughed. "I should've expected this…" You murmured and went with hand through your hair. "Don't follow me if you want to stay alive." Biting your lower lip hard, you didn't let him say a word as you hanged up and put phone in the man's hand. "It's for the best…"
The phone began ringing, but you ignored it. You ran down the stairs to the ground floor and reached the reception. The receptionist smiled at you and nodded, already knowing that you are leaving.
"There's a man on the fire exit on first floor." You spoke in Spanish. "He's one of the good guys." You smiled and the receptionist nodded before she handed you a key.
"The car is waiting in the back." She replied. "Have a safe trip."
With a nod you took the key and left the hotel at the back doors. "Where should I go next? Italy or Switzerland?" you murmured to yourself, but hearing distant shouts you rushed to the car and sat in before driving away. You still had a chance to disappear after all no one knew who you really were with changed looks.
Nash gripped his phone tight, ready to throw it when he looked at Kacey, who was sleeping. She was still in hospital after a week and will have to remain for two more just in case internal bleeding returns. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, calming himself. Zack stood by the window and Allen by the doors, both looking at each other.
"Allen," Nash called.
"Yeah?" he looked at Nash, who continued to sit there, watching Kacey.
"I don't care what you do, what you use, but Kacey's gotta be safe every second. If anyone dares to use this chance for attacking us, know that we'll be at war with every living soul. We're leaving for Europe and I will drag her home myself." He gritted his teeth and stood up. Zack narrowed his eyebrows. "I gave her a choice, but seeing she has no intention on coming back, I'll get her myself. Zack," He looked at him.
Zack took a step forward.
"Get the plane ready."
Zack nodded and left with Allen. Nash walked closer to Kacey's bed and leaned down, smiling softly. "Don't worry, Kacey. I'll bring her back." He pressed a kiss on her forehead before he turned around and left the room. He stopped by the desk when a nurse and doctor startled at his sudden appearance. "Keep me updated for anything. Understood?"
The two nodded and Nash smiled with a nod. Nick stood down the hallway by doors, his expression serious. Neither said a word as they walked out. People immediately stepped aside, no one wanting to stay in his way. They knew of his reputation and knew that he wasn't the man to joke or play around with.
"Call Silver and tell him to move forward." Nash spoke and stepped into elevator, Nick following. "She's leaving Andorra and will either go to Italy or Switzerland. If needed let him use force, she won't go down easily." Nick nodded as he took out his phone. "And if Kuznetsov's men get in-between let him take care of them. I want [Name] alive and anyone standing in my way will get killed."
A shiver ran down Nick's spine as he dialled Silver's number, but a small smile soon crept on his lips. It's been a while since I saw him so worked up. Maybe keeping her background from him was a good thing.
The ride from Andorra to Switzerland was rather long. You didn't use highways but side roads just in case. The whole ride you listened to radio, stopping only when necessary and on gas stations to get some food and drink. Using motels to sleep over the night, you left before it was dawn, not wanting to stay any longer even though it was a hard chance for anyone to know you. You still had to be careful.
Coming to Switzerland, you smiled at the familiar scene before you. Mountains greeted you with lakes and suddenly you wondered how Kacey was. Days that passed quickly to you, surely must have passed slowly in the hospital. Her smile lingered in your thoughts and you ached for a simple call. Just to hear if she was alright.
A sigh left your lips as you stepped out of the car. You looked around Bern before you grabbed your bag and walked towards hotel with restaurant. Despite choosing the one near the highway and with companies on the other side of the road, you preferred it that way.
Walking inside, you reached the reception, but frowned when unfamiliar man stood in front. Your body moved on its own despite every nerve telling you to leave. The way the man smirked at you, told you Kuznetsov knew you were there.
How did they know?
Realization hit you and you took a step back.
"Where you goin'?" the man spoke in Russian and raised his arms, welcoming you. "Don't run away from us now, [Name]. Not after we travelled half the world just to get you. But then you come right on our doorstep like a gift." He laughed and you broke into run, back out the street only to stop when you saw a black haired man with a scar over his right cheek.
"Already leaving?" He snarled and approached you. He grabbed your chin and pulled it forward, his green eyes showing disgusts and rage. "You can't leave now, [Name]."
You laughed and pulled away, scoffing. "You're wrong, Kuznetsov. You should know by now that I won't stop."
"And you know I won't stop until you're dead."
Before he had a chance to take out his gun, you pushed him back and ducked down when two men on each of your side charged at you. You swiped one off the ground while you punched the other in stomach. Seeing Kuznetsov aiming at you, you grabbed the third man, who approached you from behind and twirled around until he stood between you and the gun. Kuznetsov stopped, his eyes narrowing, watching your every move. You relaxed, seeing he still cared for his men like two years ago.
"I'm not dying, Miloš. Not today." You gritted your teeth as you began backing away.
"But you will die. By my own hands. I'll hunt you down to the last second of my breath." He watched your every move, his man standing behind as you neared the corner. "You killed my children, I will kill you, your family and every person you care about. Just hide in the shadows and you'll see the rage I'm capable of."
You held your breath, knowing he was more than that. He always stuck to his words and you knew he only grew colder since his children died. You bit your lip hard, tasting the blood, but narrowed your eyebrows at him. "I'm sorry…" You whispered and pushed the man before you ran down the street.
Throwing the keys on the ground, you turned around the corner and ran as fast as you could. You didn't stop until you reached train station. You knew the men were on your feet, so you weren't sure when exactly you slipped.
You watched the train leave in front of you as you stood still on the station with a man pointing gun in your back. You refused to cry, but couldn't calm down your fast and hard beating heart that wanted to jump out of your chest. Your nose and eyes burned as your grip tightened on the bag you held. Why couldn't you be faster? Why did you have to take the route that just screamed at you about danger? You cursed at every living soul before you walked to the van and sat in.
Kuznetsov smirked at you, but it quickly disappeared when he smacked you hard, your head turning towards the window. Your eyes widened at the familiar face on the other side of the street and immediately looked back at Kuznetsov and glared at him. The sting on your cheek remained the whole ride and you knew there will be a bruise, yet you still refused to cry. His man laughed, provoking you, but you knew better than to give in. You held your head high even when you felt every hope disappear. You didn't want to rely on anyone, but maybe, just maybe…
Nash looked around the airport. He took out phone from his pocket and narrowed his eyebrows before putting it back in and looked at the voice that called out for his name. Silver approached him with serious expression.
"I was too late." He spoke and looked down the airport, walking beside Nash. "The moment she got to Bern, Kuznetsov's men were already there and Kuznetsov himself. She managed to escape, using one of his men as a shield, but they got her on the train station." He stopped when Nash raised his hand. His phone was ringing.
"Kacey," Nash smiled.
"Nash," Kacey called his name in relief. "I heard from Allen that you left for Switzerland." She said and Nash could hear her breathe normally than the last two weeks she spent in hospital. "Is she alright?"
"Not sure," He admitted. "Silver said he got her, but I'll see when I get to the place where she's held." He said and started walking once more, his men following behind. "But don't worry, I'll get her out alive." He smiled once more and laughed when Kacey sighed. "What's with the sigh?"
"Be gentle on her, alright?" Her voice was quiet.
"You know me." Nash replied and hanged up. He looked back at Silver. "His men?"
"They're surrounding the old building that hasn't been used for a decade." Silver looked in front, with gaze troubled. "There's at least thirty of them, so no one can disturb him while…taking care of [Name]."
"Of course he'd want to play it safe." Nash scoffed and shook with head. "They're still in Bern?" He turned to Nick while Silver answered with a short nod. "Nick, get me Wyss and Roth. They know the area around the Swiss more than we do."
Nick nodded and went for his phone, searching for the contacts. They walked out of the airport, but stopped when two men already stood in front, both grins wide. Nick laughed and shook with head as Nash smirked.
"It's been a while Nash." A man with show light brown hair stepped forward and reached out his hand.
"It certainly has been, Wyss." Nash replied and shook his hand before he looked at the other, whose black hair was tied in a short ponytail. "Roth," He called and shook with his hand as well. "Good to see you both."
"I heard you have a damsel in distress." Roth spoke with German accent and Nash laughed.
"She certainly is damsel in distress now though I'm sure she wants to take care of the situation herself than lean on anyone else." He said and glanced at Silver. "Tell me, what can you say about Kuznetsov? You know his men?" he asked and raised an eyebrow when they looked at each other. "Come now, guys, tell me." he gripped their shoulders tighter, his smile becoming sweeter.
"It's one hell to cross his path." Roth began. "Anyone daring is more likely met with the death itself. He's one of biggest family in Russia and has lots of power in Swiss as well."
"Well," Wyss continued. "Two years ago after he lost his kids, he might have gotten quite the fall." Roth nodded in silence. "You could say that he got colder, but then again his power decreased. I'm not sure how far he is now, but…he only sees the enemy."
"He got someone precious to me." Nash spoke and crossed his arms, tilting his head to the side. "She may be involved in the accident two years ago, but from my resources, that whole thing was blamed on her." Wyss and Roth looked at him confused. "She's not really capable of killing children as it looked like it left a big scar on her."
"Kuznetsov has her?" Wyss asked.
Nash nodded. "I want to get her back. I don't like it when my people are far from me."
"Was she involved highly?" Roth looked at him.
"She was undercover."
"So she's an agent." Wyss sighed. "Kuznetsov doesn't do well with agents. The fact that she got the blame for that, she can only hope to die quickly. He'll take his time in torturing her."
"Which is why I need your help." smiled Nash and put hands on their shoulders, looking straight into their eyes.
"You know," Kuznetsov began as he held gun in hands, watching it close. "I really admire you." His eyes bore right into you the moment you raised your head.
You spat blood by his man's feet, snarling. "Yeah? What for? I doubt I did anything to gain your attention and admiration."
The man punched you again, your head to the right side, groaning at the split lip. You didn't want to see yourself in the mirror, knowing you looked horrible. Kuznetsov laughed as he stood up and walked in front of you. Your hands were tied behind your back and handcuffed, your legs tied together in front.
"You think you're smarter than me?" He held your chin and you tried to hide the wince. He smirked down at you.
"I'm telling you that I wasn't the one to give those coordinates. I was supposed to get you killed, not your kid." You could see his smirk disappear. "I don't know who did it, but it wasn't me." You drawled out, only to lean your head back, your eyes closed as it rang in your head from another punch.
There was laughter and you wondered who was crazy until it dawned that you were the one who laughed. You felt blood trail down your nose as you rolled your head to the side, your eyes still closed.
"She must have lost it."
You recognized Kuznetsov voice and your laughter only grew louder. The pain you felt just a moment ago turned into numbness and you felt your face swollen. You could barely see around the abandoned facility, knowing that no matter how many times you told him you weren't the one at fault, he hit you twice as hard.
Suddenly there were yells and gunshots heard all around you. Your head was lowered and eyes closed, but you could hear Nash's voice somewhere.
He's not here. Why should he be either way? You wanted to laugh at your own thoughts, but you were tired. Then Silver's face came into your head, his eyes wide as he seemed to stare right at you in the van. You weren't sure if he saw your face inside, but you knew Nash sent him. It had to be him.
"Hey, [Name]…"
You blinked and the first thing you spotted was golden hair and blue eyes. A small smile spread over your lips. "I must be dead." You murmured and sighed as you closed your eyes. "Finally…"
"Hey, hey, don't fall asleep now." He held for your shoulders and shook you.
Groaning, you scrunched your nose, but winced in pain. "Stop it…" You moaned, but felt pair of arms around you as he lifted you in his arms. The scent of ocean overwhelmed you and you relaxed. "Nash…" You whispered his name.
"I'm here, [Name], I'm here." You heard his voice in the distance as you slipped into darkness.
The dream you had was nice.
You were surrounded with your family, everyone enjoying the company of each other. Just like in old days. You were laughing and ran after your younger cousins, who loved you the most. You talked with your older cousins and aunts, who asked you questions. Yet there was still something that was missing. You didn't know what exactly until you heard your mother's voice calling from behind.
Turning around, your eyes widened and you covered your mouth. Nash stood by your mother's side and he was smiling at you. You ran to him and hugged him, longing for his touch and warmth.
"Don't I get a hug too?"
There was that familiar voice that made you look to the side and grin. Kacey stood behind with Nick, Silver, Zack and Allen, all smiling at you. You laughed and hugged her. Her embrace was tight, yet you felt like air was sucked out of you and you pulled away.
"[Name]!"
Your eyes snapped opened and you gasped for air. You could hardly see on your left eye, but you could clearly make out Kacey and Nick in whole mess. Blinking in confusion, you looked around like you were expecting Kuznetsov coming from the corner, but there was no one in the room except doctor and nurse.
"W-where am I?" You stuttered.
"You're in hospital in Los Angeles." The doctor answered and leaned closer. "Do you know your name?" he asked, his eyes showing worry.
Relaxing, you looked at him. "[Full Name]…"
The doctor nodded with a satisfied smile before he turned to nurse and talked with her. Taking the chance, you looked around the room, but your gaze fell on Kacey, who was sitting on a wheelchair and Nick, who stood behind. They both stared at you in worry.
"W-what happened?" You asked.
"Kuznetsov got you, but Nash managed to save you before he killed you off. He did manage to hide you for few days." Nick shortly explained.
"Few…days?" You were confused.
The doctor turned his focus back on you. "You were in bad shape from all the hits you've received to your head, but you should be fine in a month." He smiled. "Don't rush it, but take it easy and slow."
Narrowing your eyebrows, you gave a short nod. "O-okay…" You murmured and watched the doctor and nurse leave, leaving you alone with Kacey and Nick. "N-Nash…wh-where is he?" You didn't mean to stutter, but the thought of meeting him, after the truth was now revealed, scared you.
"He's sorting out the papers." Nick answered and stepped closer, sitting on the edge of bed while Kacey held your hand in tight grip. Seeing your confusion, he continued. "Your family is abroad, isn't it? They couldn't come, so they asked Nash to get papers done. They'll be here at the end of the week if not next."
You gulped. "Is he… Is he angry?" Your voice was barely heard.
Kacey laughed. "He was, but now he's just upset." She caressed your hand and gave it a squeeze. "Don't worry, you'll be fine."
"Well, there's also the thing about your job." Nick didn't hesitate to hold back. He shrugged when Kacey glared at him. "You have two options now that your background is out. Work for us or work with police. But know that the second option has consequences from our side."
"Nick!" Kacey called.
A snort escaped your lips and before you could stop it, it turned into laughter. Kacey looked at you in worry while Nick frowned. "What? You're going to silence me?" You asked and looked to the window. "I'm already in hospital, with one leg in the grave and I doubt anyone would hire me either way. But even if I stay with you, it won't be the same anymore. Not when everyone knows my real name and that I was undercover."
"Well you're right about that…" Nick agreed with a hum. "Then again we follow Nash's choice." Standing up, he walked behind Kacey and held for her wheelchair. "Talk with him and you'll see." He smiled.
Kacey squeezed your hands, making you look at her. "You'll be fine." She nodded and released your hands. You wanted her to hold them longer, but you knew you were asking for too much.
You bit your lower lip hard before you remembered. "Nick," You called. He stopped and both looked at you. "Why didn't you tell him?" You didn't need to ask specifically, knowing he would know what you are talking about.
The corners of his lips turned up in a smile. "I wondered how long you'd hold your ground and if he'd manage to break down your walls." You were confused. "Don't underestimate my skills on getting information, [Name]." He grinned. "Your family's on the way as well."
Your eyes widened and before you could ask what he means and how he found them, they left until you were all alone in the room.
A shaky sigh left your lips as you looked up at the ceiling and closed your eyes. You couldn't hide your shivering even though the room was warm with sun shining outside. Hearing the doors open, you expected the nurse, but when you saw Nash, you startled. If it was for the look in his eyes or his appearance you weren't sure, but you knew you were up for a good hearing.
Nash quietly walked to your side and sat on the chair. There was silence and neither dared to speak. You couldn't look at him for longer when you spotted his cheek was bruised. Averting your gaze away from him, you closed your eyes.
"I'm sorry…" You whispered, breaking the silence.
"What for?" He didn't hesitate to ask. "What are sorry for? For lying? Hiding? For what?"
Your nose burned and you looked up at the ceiling, eyes tearing up.
"I trusted you," He began. "I trusted you like I trust my men and Kacey. I cared for you like I care for them. I—!" He stopped himself midsentence. "Does anything…that happened between us mean nothing to you?" His voice was quiet and your chest tightened when you realized it was filled with sadness than anger. "Even though you're an agent or cop or whatever, I fell for you." He gritted out.
Your head snapped his way, trying to ignore the pain as much as you could. Your eyes widened when you saw his eyes tearing up, yet he still refused to cry. His hand clenched into tight fist, knuckles turning white. He laughed and looked away, gritting his teeth tight. Your chest felt tight and the pain that felt so numb before returned.
Tears streamed down your cheeks and you shut your eyes, the pain becoming unbearable. You wanted it to stop, but seeing Nash broken because of you, felt even worse. You didn't want him to make such expression, yet you were the reason.
"I was afraid…" You choked out. Nash looked at you confused. "Every night, after that club incident, I wondered just why cops would be on your tail." You laughed and winced at the pain in your chest. "No matter how much I searched or listened, there was nothing; nothing that could make you dangerous. You're just a man, who leads mafia, his family. Wilson must be pissed…" Turning your head away, you scowled.
Nash was silent, but you could feel his eyes on you.
"I wanted to part my private life from job." You continued, this time quieter. "I went on so many undercover jobs and all of them went perfectly fine, yet the moment I saw your photo I had a feeling this will be a hassle." You looked back at Nash, his blue eyes staring right into yours. You felt naked under his tense gaze, but you pushed the thought aside. "Working with Kacey and talking with her was what I loved so much." The corners of your lips turned into a warm smile as you remembered all the talks you had with her.
"Nick always seemed to be there at the right time and place whenever I had a problem with a customer." You laughed when you remembered the policeman hitting on you. "I knew what I was getting myself into the longer I stayed undercover and the longer I…deceived you."
Nash's eyebrows narrowed.
"I did deceive you, just so I could get closer." A sigh followed and you looked away. "But that night…" Your cheeks heated up when you remembered his arms around you protectively as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. "At that time I knew I fell for you." Glancing at Nash, you saw his eyes widen. "I knew you were a player and that women fell at your feet whenever you wanted, but I'm selfish. I want you to look only at me even now when the whole truth is out." Chuckling, you wiped away the tears that streamed down.
Nash didn't say a word as he stood up. Biting your lower lip, you didn't want to watch him walk away, so you closed your eyes and turned your head away. But the next moment you felt bed shift and his hand holding yours. Unknowingly, you held your breath.
"Didn't rescuing you tell you anything?" He laughed bitterly and caressed your cheek. When you winced, he pulled away. "Did you even listen to what I said?"
You looked at him.
"I love you, [Name]."
You didn't want to break in a cry, but hearing your name from his mouth was the last straw. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close with embrace warm and tight. You closed your eyes as you wrapped arms around him and buried your face in his chest. His warmth and familiar scent was everything you needed.
6 months later
"You know the last time someone walked through front doors before the café was even open, it didn't end well." You heard Kacey's voice when you walked into the café from the front doors.
You laughed and shook with head.
"It's good to see you, [Name]." She smiled and pulled you in hug. Hugging her back, you smiled and pulled away. "How are you feeling?" she asked and eyed you from head to toes.
"Calm and refreshed." You answered.
"Well that's good, 'cause there's a lot of work waiting for you. Including the customers that favour you." Kacey grinned. You laughed once more and walked towards the changing room, only to stop when she added: "We also need to talk about new drinks for summer edition, boss."
"I'm not your boss!" You argued.
"Can't convince me otherwise when it's all official…" She raised her hands in the air and turned around.
Shaking your head, you groaned. "Fine, but please don't call me boss, it's weird! On top of that you've been here longer than I am."
"Talk to the owner then." Kacey didn't hesitate to argue back. "I'm perfectly fine with the way things are now."
Rolling with your eyes, you laughed and walked into changing room, only to be met with no one else but Nash, who was sitting on the chair by the window. You raised an eyebrow and walked to him, your hands on your waist. He smiled at you, but frowned when you pinched his nose hard.
"What did I do?" he whined like a child.
"I told you to give café to Kacey, not me when we talked about it." With a huff, you crossed your arms and tapped your foot on the ground.
"And she gave it to you." He responded and held you for waist, pulling you closer. He kissed you on the side and you shuddered. "If there's anyone to blame it's her." He looked at you from below.
You bit your lower lip, groaning softly. "You guys are ridiculous… Always doing things as you see fit and not care for anything." You sighed in contentment and went with fingers through his hair.
"Yet you're still here." He laughed before he pulled you down on his lap.
Yelping, you glared at him only to be stopped by a kiss. You closed your eyes and wrapped arms around his neck, melting into his kiss that seemed gentle and innocent, but it soon grew bolder. He held you close and before a moan slipped through your lips, the doors opened, followed with annoying voice.
"Oh for fuck's sake, guys, get a fucking room!"
Pulling away, you saw Nick's back. Your cheeks heated up in a second when you heard him curse outside the changing room and you hid your face in his chest. Nash laughed as he placed a kiss on the side of your head.
"Don't get all shy now, cupcake."
"You're the worst you know that?" Your voice was muffled in his chest, the tips of your ears dark and hot.
Nash laughed once more as he pulled you away enough to kiss the tip of your nose. "Did I mention you look cute when blushing?" he asked with raised eyebrow and that knowing smirk that sent shivers down your spine every time you saw it.
You bit your lower lip and hit him in the chest. "Can't believe I'm dating you…" You scowled and stood up, only to be pulled back down. "Nash—!"
Before you could say another word, his lips were on yours again.
"I love you…" He whispered against your lips, his breath tickling your skin and his eyes staring right into yours with love and care. "Don't leave…"
A playful smirk spread over your lips. "I don't intend to." You brushed his hair from his forehead. "You're stuck with me now, whether you like it or not."
Note: And so this short and rushed fanfiction comes to an end. I had this chapter saved for a month, unsure if I should leave it as it is, write a different one or when to update, but I like it. I like how it turned out. I was really surprised when I saw how many of you favourited/followed this fanfiction. Feedback is welcomed as always and don't worry, I have many other multi-chaptered stories in mind to work on. For more Nash one-shots or multi-chaptered fics you can check out my writing blog fierysafrina. Thank you for reading this fanfiction. °˖✧(⁰▿⁰)✧˖°