Playing Games with The Player: GAME OVER (Sequal to PGWTP)

Chapter 17

"Nash...." My back tenses and my heart skips and I turn my head. The most beautiful yet vulnerable voice I've ever heard, along with a thump as I watch her gorgeous body collapse to the ground.

"Gabby" I get up and I run to her side immediately.

Her body is moveless as I hold her to me and try to wake her.

"Gabby?" I can hear her heartbeat as I try to listen for it.

I pick her up bridal style as I feel her body rest on my arms, and she groans.

"It's okay Gabbs. It's gonna be okay." I assure her.

I hadn't locked my car doors, lucky for me, unlike usual, making it easier to open the door to my vehicle. Pulling on the handle of my car once I reach it, and opening the door.

I carefully lay her down in the backseat, and manage to put on a seat belt around her hips.

Very cautiously, I shut the door and drive us back home.

Club's isn't far from my house, and I quickly park in my driveway before rabbing my keys and first unlocking my house door, throwing the rattling pieces of metal onto the couch and heading out to grab Gabby, and bring her inside.

I settle in after locking the door behind me when I get inside, and carry her up the stairs.

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Gabby's POV

My body begins to wake itself as the small seperation between the drapes of the window peak sunlight.

I hear a phone ping, as I try to seperate my extremely dry mouth.

My head feels as if it's fit to crack open, the pressure in my cranium too great to allow Ng as I attempt to move my legs in the soft duvet.

I don't dare to think of last night. Instead I flutter my eyes open, examining my surroundings.

Turning head to the right, the bedsheets are shuffled and crinkly along with the duvet, an obvious sign that I wasn't alone.

I peek over the room's characteristics, and it's not long I recognize where I am.

I'm in Nash Grier's bedroom.

I feel over my clothes, not familiar with the soft white t-shirt, or the basketball shorts, making me curious to think of last night or what even happened. And how I somehow ended up in Nash Grier's bed.

Last time anything like this happened, he was in this bed, with Emily. She slept in here, and I had to stay in the guest room.

I don't want to move, my muscles sore and stiff. However this headache is so powerful I can't hardly stand it.

Maybe if I could find Nash or call for him he could get me some meds.

Just before opening my mouth, the door opens revealing a rather half-naked Nash, squinting my eyes.

Holding a bottle of water, while clenching something else in his opposite hand. His messy, waved hair, lays messily on his head. His bare chest is nearly distracting as he offers the medication to me.