Secret Relationship (Nash Grier Imagine for anon)
I woke up suddenly from a mysterious noise at my window. I rubbed my eyes slowly before getting up to check out the noise. My warm toes met the cold tile in my room causing me to shiver lightly. I peered out the window into the black and saw someone standing right across from me on the balcony. He waved at me and smiled. I recognized the person as none other than The Nash Grier or as I liked to call him, my boyfriend.
The breath caught in my throat as his eyes met mine. He said something that I couldn’t hear through the glass door. I just shrugged my shoulders, signalling that I definitely didn’t hear him. He pointed at the doorknob and made an opening gesture with his hand. Duh, he wanted me to let him in. Good one y/n. I laughed goofily and quickly unlocked the door. Nash opened it and moved towards me with determination. Without missing a heartbeat, he latched his lips onto mine with passion. My hands instantly grabbed onto him, trying to bring him closer to me. He broke the kiss suddenly but almost immediately started planted kisses down my throat making me squirm.
He kept moving down so that he was at my shoulder.
“Nash, we can’t do this right now. My parents are in the other room and they still don’t know about us.” I said quietly, just hoping he would ignore what I was saying. But, instead he sat up with his back against the wall, smiling to himself.
“What’s so funny? This is serious Nash!”
“Even if your parents did know, it wouldn’t change anything. We’d still be sneaking around with each other. In case you’ve forgotten, our parents hate each other.” He whispered.
“I know but Nash it’s been almost a year, they’re going to start figuring it out soon or later. We can’t hide this any longer.” Instead of answering me, Nash started to kiss me again. He knew his kisses could make me forgot almost anything at hand. Just not this. I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and pushed him off.
“Nash!” I half whispered, half yelled.
“C’mon babe. Let’s just keep it the way it is for at least a little bit longer. That’s all I’m asking. I just don’t want our parents to get in the way of what we have here.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down so I was laying with my head on his chest. His hands stroked my hair soothingly.
“I don’t want to tell our parents yet, because I know when we do, that this will all be over. And I’m not ready to lose you yet. I’m too in love with you to give you up.”