The Wanted Imagines

Nathan Imagine

Nathan imagine: "hey Nathan, can I ask you a question?" You say playing with his shirt. "Yeah?" He looks down at you concerned. "Would you ever hurt me?" you knew it was a dumb question but you were always scared of being hurt. "What do you mean?" He says looking confused. "I mean would you ever hurt me?" You didn't know how to word it any differently. He looks around thinking and looks back down at you. "Yes," he says completely sure. You look at him puzzled. "If I hug you to tight or if I kiss you to rough." he squeezes you. You smile and lay your head down on his chest. "Can I ask you something? He says. "Anything," he look up at the floor. "If I just lay here, will you lay with me." he looks at you. "Yes." He kisses your head and you close your eyes.