The Story of Us

by Rebecca Harner

  I didn’t care if they were best friends, Violet was mine. I didn’t need Chance or Hunter trying to cause problems. If I had my wish, I would be the only guy she could talk to. I couldn’t control her, though, it was her life. I just hoped that in the end, it’d be me she’d see as she walked down the aisle.

  I managed to pull Violet away from everyone. “Can we talk?” I asked her. She nodded and grabbed my hand. I followed her upstairs.

  “I know what you want to talk about,” she said as she shut the door to her room. I sat down on her bed, which she then did as well. “I just don’t want you to be worried about any other guy. You are the only one who catches my eye.”

  I smiled and grabbed her hand. “Violet, I love you so much. There is nothing I want more in the world than to be able to call you mine again.”

  “What’s stopping you?” She cupped her hands around my face and leaned in. The sparks rushed throughout my body and my heart started to race faster and faster. I pulled her on top of me and I fell on my back onto her bed. Like always, the kiss was perfect. I licked her bottom lip, which she gladly accepted. I felt her fingers going through my hair before she squeezed her hand into a fist. I groaned a little bit before she pulled away.

  At first we didn’t say anything, but she fell down next to me and started to laugh. “Nash, I’m hungry.”

  I chuckled with her and pulled her up. “Of course you are,” I said, rolling my eyes. “So are we together again?” I asked her.

  She smiled and kissed my cheek. “Nothing would make me happier.”

  Violet

  @LovelyViolet:

  So glad to be able to call him mine again :)

  I didn’t of course tag him in my tweet because I didn’t know how his fans were going to react. Obviously some of them were going to be mad, but some might also be happy for us.

  Nash’s phone lit up after I posted the tweet, which made me smile. He still had his phone set to get notifications when I post. After he read it, I saw him type something with a smile on his face. He looked up and caught my stare. How was it possible that I managed to have the most adorable boyfriend on the planet?

  @NashGrier:

  I got my eyes on you @LovelyViolet

  I laughed at the tweet he posted and jumped onto his lap.

  “You’re everything that I see,” I sang to him. He leaned in and pecked my lips.

  “I want your hot love and emotion endlessly,” he sang back to me. I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck. He definitely was no musician, but his voice was still perfect.

  I rested my forehead on his and gazed into his eyes. He then grabbed my neck and pulled me toward him. I closed my eyes and felt our lips connect. This was never going to get old. I felt him smile in the kiss, which made me do the same as well.

  After I pulled away, my face must’ve been beet red because I totally forgot that everyone was still in the living room. Carter winked at me and started thrusting his hips back and forth. I looked back at Nash and we both started dying of laughter. You could always rely on Carter to turn any situation into something sexual.

  “It’s twelve o’clock, guys. We should head back to the hotel,” Hayes said as he stood up and stretched his back. Cameron turned off the TV, which made everyone stand up and head out.

  I looked back at Nash, who had a sad look on his face. I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed. “I never want this to end,” I said to him. We were the only ones in the room, so we had some privacy.

  “It won’t. I’ll be with you forever.” He kissed my forehead and rested his chin on the top of my head.

  “Nash, we have to go,” Will said after walking back into the room. He saw Nash and me and shook his head with a smirk on his face as he walked away.

  A couple of seconds later he returned with Hayden. “Nash, you can stay here. Just know your limit,” he said.

  I got off Nash and grabbed his hand, pulling him up with me. We walked to the front of the house, where everyone was putting their shoes on.

  We said good-bye to all of them and they weren’t surprised that Nash was staying. Carter moved his eyebrows up and down at us before heading out. I just giggled and shook my head. That kid was something.

  Once everyone was gone, Nash and I heard Hayden’s shower turn on. He just chuckled and grabbed me by my waist. “So what should we do?” he whispered in my ear. He started sucking on my neck, which made me groan.

  I slowly pushed him off and cupped my hands around his face. “I’m going to sleep.” I lightly slapped my right hand twice on his cheek before running up the steps.

  “Hey!” He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.

  “You are welcome to come whenever you feel like it,” I called out to him while I walked down the hall. He quickly followed me and waited in my room while I got him some of Hayden’s clothes for him to wear.

  He picked up the shirt I gave him and smirked. “You know I don’t sleep with a shirt on.” I rolled my eyes and headed into my bathroom. Making sure I locked the door first, I quickly removed all my clothes and hopped into the shower.

  Showers were the place where I got the most time to think about everything. The hot water made me feel so relaxed and set my mind at ease. I could just stand there for hours and be so peaceful. No distractions, just the sound of the water hitting my body and rushing through the drain.

  I heard Nash cough from my room, which snapped me back to reality. I quickly washed my hair and body before shaving my legs. I must’ve been going too quick because before I knew it, my right leg had a small cut that burned like hell. “Shit,” I mumbled, watching the blood running down my leg and joining the water at the drain. Why do razor cuts hurt so bad?

  I shut the water off and grabbed a towel, lightly dabbing my cut. It stopped bleeding for a few seconds, which gave me enough time to place a Band-Aid on top of it.

  After I finished drying off my body, I put my clothes on and opened the door to let the steam out. Nash was lying on the bed and was on his phone. Oh, I almost forgot, and he only had boxers on. I smirked before going back in and brushing my teeth.

  Smiling in the mirror when I was done, I examined my now-clean pearly whites. They were the only things I loved about myself. I never had to get braces like most kids had to, and they were the perfect shade of white.

  “Nash, you can come in now,” I yelled to him. He didn’t respond, so I walked back out to find that he wasn’t even in my room. I heard him talking out in the hallway but couldn’t make out what he was saying.

  I opened my door and saw him sitting on the steps talking to someone on his phone. “No, you just shut up and listen to me.” I had never seen him that aggravated before and he was clenching his fists. “No, we are done! I have someone more important in my life that I should’ve never let go,” he went on to say. “I can’t even listen to you anymore. Just leave me alone and stop trying to mess up my life.” He hung up his phone and rested his head on his hands.

  I slowly walked up to him and sat down next to him. He looked up at me and I rubbed his back. “It’s Annabelle,” he said quietly. “She is still being a bitch and is trying to mess things up for us.” He looked back down with a sad look on his face. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight.

  “Nothing is going to mess this up. Everything is exactly how it should be.” I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed. “I just hope it can stay like this forever.”

  He rested his head on top of mine and kissed my knuckles. “Our love is for infinity and beyond.” I laughed. “Are you really going to act like Buzz Lightyear now?” He chuckled with me.

  “I think we just found our quote for each other,” he said. I intertwined our fingers and pulled him up. We walked back into my bedroom and I pushed him into the bathroom.

  “You need a shower, stinky.” I winked at him before he shut the door.

 
He was taking forever, so when he finally came out, I was already half-asleep. I felt the bed dip when he climbed under the covers with me. He scooted up closer to me and wrapped his arms around me. I smiled and pushed myself even closer to him. He held me tight and the last thing I remember saying was, “I love you, Nash Grier.”

  He leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Not as much as I love you, Violet Burns.”

  Violet

  I woke up with someone’s arms around me. After realizing it was Nash, all of the events of the day before played back in my mind. I smiled and rolled over so that I was facing him.

  He was sound asleep and thank goodness he didn’t snore. I would have to hit him for that if he did. I ran my fingers through his hair, causing him to slowly wake up. He saw me and smiled while he stretched his arms around me again.

  “Good morning, babe,” he said quietly. His morning voice was so deep and sexy.

  “Good morning, Nashty,” I said while trying to copy his morning voice. He laughed at me before kissing my forehead. “So, I think that you and I should go on a date tonight,” he suggested. A huge smile had gathered on my face and I nodded.

  “We haven’t been on a date in forever,” I said, grabbing his hand. “But wait, there aren’t any good places to go to around here.” I looked back up at him and he smirked.

  “It doesn’t matter. I’m going to plan the best night for you.” He poked my nose with his finger before getting up. “To start off the day, though, guess who is going to make you breakfast?”

  “Hayden is making me breakfast!” I yelled while jumping up. His smile dropped and he shook his head. “I’m just kidding, Nashty!” I giggled and grabbed his hand, dragging him down the steps.

  Nash and I were making pancakes for just ourselves, since Hayden had gone to school. I should’ve known better than to let Nash be in control of so much food. It started off with him stuffing dough in my face, which led to a very messy food fight.

  I was just about to pelt an egg at him when the doorbell rang. Oh, shit.

  Nash and I looked at each other and exploded into laughter. We were covered with what was supposed to be our pancakes and various other foods I found in my fridge and cupboard. Not only did we look like walking tacos, but my kitchen was a mess, too.

  We both walked to the door, planning on scaring whoever was there. I opened the door and my smile dropped. “Chance, what are you doing here?” Nash came up behind me and snuck his hands around my waist.

  “I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out, but I see you are already busy.” He examined Nash and me together and smirked. “Should I even ask?” He chuckled.

  Nash and I laughed and looked down at our food-covered clothes. “I think it’s pretty self-explanatory,” Nash said.

  Chance nodded and took a step back. “Text me later, Violet. I want to talk.” He then turned around and walked back down my driveway.

  I shut the door and turned back around to Nash. “We are disgusting,” he said while moving closer to me. His hands traveled up my arm and locked around my neck, pulling my head toward his. “It doesn’t matter because I can still do this.” He quickly leaned in and connected his mouth to mine. It felt so right kissing him and I knew he felt the same way. He swiped my bottom lip but I denied him. He pulled away with his lips pouting.

  I smirked and slipped out of his grasp. “I’m taking a shower and getting dressed.” He seemed shocked that I ran away from him.

  “Not if I get you first.” He chased me upstairs and after he caught up to me, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulders.

  “Nash, put me down!” I started yelling and tried slapping him on his back. It was no use. He pushed open my door and threw me down on my bed. He jumped on top of me and lay down on his stomach. “I can’t get up!” I swear he weighed like five hundred pounds.

  “Nash, you’re crushing me,” I complained while trying to wiggle my body out from under him. “And now there is food all over my bed.” I swear he could be a handful sometimes.

  “You complain a lot, you know that?” He got off me and took his shirt off. I didn’t mean to stare but how could you not. Looking at his body made me remember mine and the . . . accident.

  “Nash, I realize that I haven’t told you some things about my past.” He looked at me, confused, before sitting down next to me.

  “I want you to feel like you can trust me with anything, Violet.” He grabbed my hand and held it tight.

  “There is a reason why I never go swimming and why I keep my stomach and back completely covered.” I was scared to tell him because I thought maybe he would change his mind about me. The scars definitely didn’t make me very appealing to the eye.

  “Violet, the last night at the hotel in Seattle. I saw them.” He already knew about them. Why didn’t he say anything? “Aren’t they disgusting?” I mumbled under my breath.

  “Can I see them?” he asked. I immediately shook my head but I knew he wasn’t going to give up. I pulled my shirt up so he could see the one that went across my back and the one down my side. My skin tightened up when he traced them with his fingers. “What happened?” he asked quietly.

  “Hayden and I were coming home from a party. I took my seat belt off for one second and in that time he had to slam on the brakes. I was thrown through the windshield and landed across the road.” Nash’s eyes widened and I felt a few tears fall down my cheek. “The broken glass cut me really bad.”

  He put his arm around me and held me tight. “I had no idea something that terrible happened to you.”

  “I just feel really self-conscious about my body now. They make me look disgusting.”

  “Violet, you are still the most beautiful girl I have ever had my eyes on. Not only are you beautiful but you are incredibly strong. After everything you go through you still make it to the next day with a smile on your face.” He grabbed my head in his hands and kissed my forehead. “And I love you even more for that.” He wrapped his arms around me and held me again.

  I don’t know what I was thinking earlier that week. My life had never been so perfect as now. That’s all because of Nash, not Chance. It’s always been him.

  Nash

  I scrolled through my Twitter feed while Violet was getting dressed. Annabelle’s little plan had been growing and she recently got a hashtag to start trending worldwide: #StopNashlet.

  Why couldn’t she just leave us alone? It was obvious I loved Violet, not her.

  Her “Stop Nashlet” account had already gotten two hundred thousand followers in one night. Everyone was writing terrible things about Violet. Then there were the weird obsessive fans who talked about wanting to get in my pants. Look at the world we Viners had created.

  “I’m ready!” Violet stepped out of the bathroom and looked prettier than ever. Her hair was wavy and she pulled part of it back in a white bow. She was wearing makeup and it looked perfect on her. She enhanced her eyes a little bit more today, which made them look gorgeous. She was wearing a floral dress with a cardigan and her black Vans.

  “Violet, you lo-o-ok . . .” I started stuttering because I was too nervous to even say anything. I took a deep breath and pulled myself together. “You look absolutely stunning.”

  She blushed and grabbed my hand. “C’mon, let’s go see the guys.” I looked down at what I was wearing and felt embarrassed to go out with her looking like that. All I had on were my old red Vans, ripped jeans, and one of Cameron’s hoodies, because you know, I always had to represent my boy. “Oh, you look fine,” she told me. She knew me too well. I smiled and let her pull me downstairs.

  “Just remember you and I have that date tonight.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she laughed. Oh, how I loved her laugh.

  “How could I forget?” I could already hear the excitement in her voice. Not to mention the smile she was failing to hide behind her hair. “Anyway, the guys wante
d to do something today besides sleep in their hotel rooms. I suggested we hit the mall. It’s not the biggest shopping center, but I think there are a few stores we could check out.”

  It didn’t take us very long to meet up with the rest of the guys and we were all pretty intent on just walking around. However, there wasn’t a food court and they weren’t satisfied with just eating candy from a vending machine. I mean, we needed to eat like six full meals a day, not just a little snack.

  We all found the Aéropostale store fairly quickly, since Violet insisted on buying a shirt from our line.

  She and Sierra wandered off to the girls’ half of the store, leaving the rest of us browsing in the guys’ section.

  “Dude, look!” Cameron pointed to a blown-up poster of him, Hayes, and me. He instantly pulled out his phone and started taking selfies in front of it.

  Before we knew it, a brand-new Vine was already in the process. It consisted of Hayes picking his image’s nose while Cameron and I acted like fangirls in front of ourselves.

  “What are you doing?”

  We instantly snapped out of our phase and sheepishly turned around to see Violet trying to conceal her laughter. Sierra was right behind her with the same expression.

  Before I was able to respond, another voice broke the awkward silence. “Oh my gosh!” It was followed by a loud squeal before Cameron and I were engulfed in hugs.

  The girl finally pulled away and moved on to Hayes and Carter, then finally to Violet and Sierra. “We just absolutely love you guys. Can we get a picture?” she said frantically, tears forming in her eyes.

  I hoped they were tears of joy.

  Violet gave her another hug, since now the girl was having an actual meltdown. “Group hug!” Carter yelled. We all rushed toward the girl in a large circle, suffocating her. “Okay, guys. As much as I love this, I can’t breathe.” Instead of shedding more tears, she started laughing along with Violet.