Thank you for 78k ❤️ Don't forget to comment☺️
.
.
.
I take my first steps onto the tile floor of the airport, the rusty wheels of my suitcase squeaking faintly behind me. I'm actually doing it; I'm going to Magcon.
"So Kat's sitting next to Hayes and I'm next to Nash, okay?" Cameron reminds everyone.
"Yes Cam, for the millionth time." Nash rolls his eyes.
We continue walking and passing through tedious security checks and endless lines until we finally reach our terminal.
"We've got an hour before we board," Cameron tells us.
"I'm getting snacks," I say, standing up.
"I'll go with you," Nash volunteers.
I nod and walk ahead of him, not wanting to make conversation.
"It's kind of stupid how we're not sitting together on the plane, isn't it?" Nash asks me, struggling to catch up.
"Not really," I reply shortly, continuing to walk.
"Oh, so you don't want to sit next to me? You know, lifting the arm rest so you can fall asleep in my arms?" he pursues, slight mockery in his tone.
"Not really," I repeat myself, causing him to grab my arm.
"Let go."
"Is it because I told you about.. her? Now you want nothing to do with me?"
"Of course not."
"Then... why are you being so distant?"
"I'm not."
He releases his grip on my arm and looks into my eyes intensely.
"I can't lose you too," he whispers.
I take a deep breath, as if his words left me gasping for air.
"You're not going to lose me, stop being dramatic."
"That's not really possible, now is it?"
I sigh and continue my hunt for a good snack to take on the plane.
"You know, Matt's not all that bad,"
Nash says, causing me to look at him in surprise.
"Matt? Why do you bring up Matt?"
"I don't know I just... I mean you clearly need a nice, stable guy in your life. That's not me," Nash tells me.
"Who said I wanted you in my life anyways?" I question.
"Oh please." He chuckles.
"You're full of it," I say.
"Just a little." He smirks.
I roll my eyes and push ahead of him once more, finally stopping at a little snack shop. I skim the rows looking for something to munch on while trying not to think of how heavenly it would be to fall asleep in Nash's arms. I shake my head, grabbing a random bag of chips and walking over to the cash register. The cashier tells me my balance but, before I can pay, Nash smacks a five dollar bill on the counter.
"You didn't have to do that," I tell him.
"I know," he says, grabbing the small bag for me as we leave.
"You know, I'm not all bad Katya," Nash says.
"You're not bad at all," I tell him.
He laughs at my comment and it breaks my heart.
"I'm not joking." I stop him.
"This is exactly why I can't have you." He sighs, tucking a stray hair behind my ear before walking away.
I wish he'd stop saying that. I wish he could see all the good in himself, but Charlie took that away from him. It takes me a couple seconds to finally walk again. By the time I get back to the terminal, our flight is boarding.
"Ready?" Hayes asks, linking his arm with mine.
"Ready," I say uncertainly as we walk into the plane.
***
"Look at that one!" I say loudly, causing the other passengers to give me dirty looks.
"No, no, no, mine is way better!" Hayes laughs, showing me the picture.
"Not even, look how many chins I have!" I giggle.
We were currently messing around with the photo booth app on our phones, causing our faces to look disfigured in the most hilarious way possible. There really wasn't anything else to do on this plane other than watching a movie I've never heard of along with the rest of the passengers.
"Wait, look at this one." I show him.
"You look like a llama!" He bursts out laughing.
"I try." I laugh along, actually enjoying this flight.
"I'm going to the bathroom," he says, leaving me alone with an empty seat and our disturbing pictures.
I scroll through them again, laughing quietly to myself until someone takes Hayes's seat; and I know exactly who it is.
"My offer is still there," Nash says.
"What offer?" I ask, not bothering to look up.
"To fall asleep in my arms." He smiles, slowly lifting the arm rest.
"Hayes is coming back," I tell him, finally making eye contact.
"No he's not." Nash gives a small chuckle.
"What did you do?" A smile forms on my face.
"Let's just say, he might be in there for a while." Nash laughs, causing me to laugh in return.
"Well?" he asks, opening his arms.
"I'm not tired," I tell him.
"Doesn't mean you don't want to."
I sigh in defeat and rest my head on his warm chest while he wraps his arms tightly around me. I focus on the steady beat of his heart, slowing my breathing down to a relaxing state.
"Do you ever think of the future?" Nash asks me softly.
"What about the future?"
"I don't know, just who you'll end up with and what you'll be doing."
"Yeah, I do," I reply.
A few minutes of silence go by until I finally build up the courage to say, "Nash, show me your pendant."
"Why?"
"Because I want to see it."
"It doesn't match yours, Katya."
"How do you know, you've never seen it."
"Because I'm not right for you." He plays with my hair.
"Then why are you here?"
"Because I want to be right for you."
"You might not be right for me, but you're what I want," I say honestly.
"I'm what you can't have," he says.
"Says who?"
"Says me. I won't put you through that."
"Through what? What Charlie went through? That's not your fault."
"You don't understand."
"No Nash, you don't understand."
I close my eyes as his arms wrap even tighter around me. My eyelids grow heavier by the second and I'm fighting off the sleepiness taking over my body. Just as I'm about to give in to slumber, I hear his soft voice ask, "What don't I understand?"
The list could go on forever. He doesn't understand how he makes me feel inside, how when I'm with him, every spark in my body ignites. He doesn't process the confusion he puts my mind through and how much I love it. He doesn't ponder how many flips my heart makes when his big, blue eyes come into view. He doesn't realize that the fact is:
"I think I'm falling in love with you."