can I request a Nathan imagine please? Where him and his gf get into a fight and he leaves but comes back with a grand apology. You can decide the end. Thank you
A/N: And decades later we present your request
“Nathan this is honestly so stupid.” You try to reassure him. You know what Nathan gets like when he gets triggered with one of his moods. And yet he is still continuing the silent treatment, having his strength grip you tightly around your wrist. You can fell the sweat of his palms gliding on to your tense skin. “Nathan please talk to me.” Still no reply. While he still continues to drag you, you look at his eyes, roaring for thirst.
You both have finally reached to your dorm and have entered your room. He pushes you in there and lets your wrist breathe whilst he seals the door completely shut. You try to comfort your wrist a bit by adjusting it with your hands. You gently sit on your bed facing the view of your tense boyfriend pacing back and fourth.
Five minutes have gone. And no one has broke the silence. You attempt yourself to speak up a bit but you voice doesn’t allow you.
Ten minutes have gone and Nathan is looking out of your window. You’ve decided to take the chance and talk to your boyfriend. “Nath...please say something.” You start off. “Over-thinking the situation is going to make everything worse. Especially in your condition-”
“My condition?” He scoffed. “My condition.” He yet repeats again. If you have some kind of knowledge of this condition you have analysed on me, then why did you do it?” His voice is mixed with tension and anxiousness. You went silent. “Out of all people I’d expect...never you.” He added. He looked at you as never he did before nor you expect. Disappointment. The one true man who stood there in front of you for your needs finally decided to break down.
“You know how strong Zachary is. He’s been wanting to get at us for ages. He’s just jealous of what you and me have. And I guess he drank a bit too much. I was tipsy, and he was drunk. Plus who can ever barely see on what goes on within the parties.” Your voice shaken up a bit. “Yes I feel disgusting the way that Zachary touched me. Did you not intend to think that I wanted to get away from it?”
“And it seems like you didn’t which probably pretty much mean you enjoyed every moment of it,” he exclaims taking a step forward. You suddenly got up and took a great leap towards him. “That is bullshit and you know it!” The rage within you came up. You would never hurt Nathan intentionally. You both have always been there for each other and this is what he expects from you. “I do not even know what to believe anymore Y/N.” And that’s when it hit you. Your own boyfriend doesn’t believe a word that’s coming out of your mouth.
“Listen, I just think we should sleep it off. It’s too much to go through one night,” you suggested since your legs were sore from partying too hard. “Ofcourse sure we can just let go of the situation and act like you just was about to-”
“Finish that sentence Nathan Prescott and I swear.” You warned him. You didn’t want to hear what he further had to say. It was already hurting you as it was hurting. “Alright, I won’t finish the sentence,” he proclaims while nodding his head, and resumes to walk pass you.
“Fine,” he quoted, facing his back towards you and looking at his door of the collage you made of the both of you. “But I will however, will finish this relationship.” Your eyes roll out of your head in despair. He turns back to you. “I don’t thinking I’d fancy a slut grinder as a girlfriend.” The bullet was shot and then he left.
You suddenly drop on the floor. Your knees slashed with the carpet, giving you a burn but you wouldn’t care less. It’s not your knees that are hurting you right now, it’s your heart. You sobbed so hard that you even cried out from your voice for this kind of pain. How could he even?
An hour has passed and you’ve eventually have ran out of tears. And decided to take a breather outside in the cold morning air. Your make up is poured down from your eyes and your lipstick has rummaged off. You sit at top of the hill, admiring the the beach view of Acardia Bay right infront of you as the sun rises for another day.
“Didn’t consider you as a nature girl.” Oh how his voice made your blood boil. “Fuck off Zachary.” You slowly instructed him. You didn’t even bother to look. He was the reason you are in this mess and you feel like complete shit. “Word around the school is that your new nickname is Slut Grinder,” he still tries to continue. Darn how the walls surrounding your room is thin. “What part of fuck off do you not understand?” You questioned to his big meat head with a pea of a brain. “Uhm how about all of it?” He grinned and places himself next to you, which made you immediately jump up and back away to one side. He still smells of booze. “Awh, is my little Slut Grinder shy. Please don’t be.” He pats on the seat next to him.
“Don’t call me that,” you gritted your teeth against each other. “I’ll call you whatever I want. Your not even Nathan’s anymore nor does he care about you because now he knows you have got everything to do with me.” He sniggers with his breathe still reeking of alcohol. “Is this what you tell yourself every night. God, Zachary how the hell do you live with yourself. You are pathetic and big minded dickhead. You have ruined my relationship with the only true guy who’s arms I want to be in right now. Where my heart is physically attracted to. Not a stubborn pig.” Zachary suddenly stumbles on his feet and slaps you and grabs you by the back of the neck. “Don’t you ever dare try and insult me. You piece of shit.” He grumbles at you. “Fuck Prescott. You should be over him. I did you a favour.”
“That’s where your wrong!” You yelled on the top of your lungs. “I didn’t even do much to deserve him. His generosity, kindness, sincerity, loyalty...you don’t know him like I do.” The amount of passion you had within yourself to defend the boy you love was truly remarkable. Which then leaded a disorientated and sober Zachary falling on your feet. You blink twice. And there he was. Still wearing the same clothes as last night. His shirt untucked and looked a bit under the grey. He was holding a giant log. His eyes were blood shot red. He looked sleepless. Like you were.
“Hey Nathan tha-” Before you even finish your sentence he embraces you with a great giant hug and squeezes you against his chest which leads you to a smushed faces against his chest. His fingers intertwined with your hair has the palm of his hands holds your head. And his other arm around your waist, up close with his body.
“I am so stupid. Not even stupid just plain dumbass move.” It looks like he’s really beating himself up at this point. “Hey, don’t say that,” your hand on top of his shoulder. “I was just so triggered you know. Like I didn’t even understand your motive or such and all I wanted to do was to beat myself up for it,” he continues to rant on to you how much he is a douche for leaving you.
“Yet it was no excuse for me too as well as you. I’ve known what I done was wrong,” you confessed. “Either way Zachary is a douche.” Nathan kicks Zachary while he is unconscious on the floor. “So what happens to us now?” You ask. “Well, for me treating you like a dick also giving you a stupid ass name which I do apologise for by the way and beat the hell out of anyone who tries attempts to call you such a thing. However, Two Whales? On me?”
A big smile on your face grows and nod acceptingly to his offer. “Oh and a cuddle session too because I didn’t sleep the whole night,” you insisted. “Me too sugar,” he smiled at you.
And so you both made your way to grab some munch.
