boy/character: hayes & nash grier
request: yessssssss, anonymous
warnings/rate: C for cuddlinggggg
authors notes: sorry this is kinda short:(
“Gross,” Nash groans and he spots Hayes and I tangled together on the couch, “what don’t you two ever lay in your room?”
“Maybe because it’s better out here.” Hayes says cocking an eyebrow.
“Plus we can gross you out.” I say winking at him earning a chuckle from Hayes. The TV continues to play Fast And Furious as our conversation drifts off to another topic.
“Did you guys see all the tweets about #20DaysOfDallas?” Nash says plopping down next to us with a bowl of Fruity Pebbles in hand. We shake our heads and Hayes runs his hand up and down my arm as I lay my head on his chest. “I think the videos are gonna be hilarious. Considering I’m in them.” Nash declares with a mouthful of cereal. He takes his phone from his pocket and scrolls through Twitter. “Alright I’m sick of your couple-y-ness.” He moans standing up from the couch and up the stairs. My phone buzzes on the table and I lean off of Hayes to grab it.
“@Nashgrier: Just saw @(Y/T/N) and @HayesGrier cuddling on the couch #NOTcouplegoals” the tweet reads and I laugh lightly turning the phone to Hayes. He rolls his bright blue eyes huffing. I open the app and reply to him sacastically, “@(Y/T/N): @Nashgrier aw thanks bby! We love our supporters!” I send the tweet out watching as fans anxiously wait for Nash or Hayes to respond. I turn my phone to Hayes who quickly looks at it before letting out a deep chuckle. “Is it possible to love you more?” Hayes says kissing me on the lips, smiling as he pulls away. “So you know it is 1:27 maybe we should get up and have breakfast?” I giggle and Hayes rolls his eyes.
“But we’re cuddling,” he groans burying his face into my hair pulling me into his chest, “I wanna spend time with my girlfriend.” My heart flutters even after months of dating when he calls me his.
“Fine, I’ll put waffles in the toaster and come back?” I say my stomach grumbling. His eyes light up and I pull myself away from him, kissing his lips before I walk into the kitchen. Opening the freezer and take out the box of buttermilk pancakes and put four of them in the toaster. “God so now you’re making him food? Like cuddling for three hours wasn’t enough?” Nash groans dumping his left over milk down the drain. I push past him and grab the whip cream from the side of the fridge. Placing it down next to our empty plates I turn to Nash, “You’re just jealous,” I state leaning against the counter crossing my arms as I look at him.
“No I’m not,” he defends grabbing a water from the fridge, “I think you two are repulsive.” He says taking a drink from the water bottle.
“Yeah sure,” the toaster goes off and I take the four waffles and put them on to separate plates, “Nash, just give it up. You. Are. Jealous.” I poke his chest between the words, he shrugs and I walk out of the kitchen and back to my spot next to Hayes. I hand him his plate and shake the can of whip cream before spraying a smiley face on my waffle.
“Hey,” Hayes pokes my cheek opening his mouth wide, “where’s my whip cream?”
“Oh my gosh,” I spray the can into his mouth, he smiles the whipped cream coming out of the sides of his mouth, “you are such a child.” I hear Nash groan as the steps squeak on his way up the stairs.
“You love birds disgust me.“ He calls shutting his door and leaving us alone again. Hayes furrows his eyebrows and I smile at him.
"He’s just jealous,” I kiss Hayes’ soft lips, “don’t worry. He’ll come around…eventually.”
“NO I WONT!” He calls before slamming the bedroom door again.
“Shut up,” Hayes and I yell back in unison. We laugh at one another before I grab my phone on the table.
“@Nashgrier: fine maybe I am a little jealous……” I see a tweet from Nash at the top of my dash. I turn the phone turns Hayes with a smirk on my face, “told you.” Hayes smiles widely before grabbing my waist and pulling me close.
“I love you.” He says into my ear. Before kissing my cheek.
“I love you more, Hayes.”
“GOD IM GONNA THROW UP!” Nash screams from his room.
“SHUT UP!” We say together and begin to eat our breakfast tangled together on the couch not caring what Nash has to say.