N.R. One Shots

Mess

Nat chases you around the living room, through the mess you both made, trying to bake a simple cake. Her palms dripping with flour, she finally catches you and raises her arms to dump the entire bowlful of flour on you.

In a split second, the fun and laughs forgotten, your joyful smile contorts. The mischief in your eyes dissolves into pure fear as you flinch away from Nat's raised hand. Crumpling to the floor like wet construction paper, your breathing hitches and black spots line your vision.

"Whoa whoa WHOA!" Nat yells, lurching forward to catch you before you hit the ground. You flail your arms, pushing her away.
"Get AWAY from me!"

"Y/N?"
"I said GET AWAY!"

You throw out your arms again, hitting the bowl in Nat's hands, slippery white powder spewing everywhere. Nat coughs, blowing a cloud of flour into the air.

"Y/N..."

You snap back into reality, your vision clearing. You stop shaking, realising what you've done and grip your hair, pulling at the roots.

"I'm sorry," you whisper.

There's a heavy silence, and you think she's angry. 'What if its over?' You think. You're about to apologise yet again, when instead, you hear her anguished voice.

"He hurt you, didn't he?"
"What?"
"That son of a bitch hurt you, didn't he?! Didn't he?!"

You simply nod your head, not daring to speak. You don't want those memories back, but they're a part if you. Etched deep into your soul, refusing to loosen their hold. You pull harder at your hair, wanting to rip it all out.

Nat sits down beside you, not speaking a word. Her breaths come softly, and she holds out a hand.

"Is it okay if I touch you?"
You hesitate a little, before nodding.

Nat gently strokes your hand, dusting off the flour. She continues up your arm, neck, her palm resting on your cheek.
You lean into her.

Nat loosens your hands from your hair, stroking your sore scalp, pulling you closer to her chest. You match your breaths with hers, trying to calm down.

"Baby... You know I'd never hurt you, right?"
"I know.. Its just-"
She cuts you off with a gentle kiss. "You don't have to explain, its okay."

You sigh in relief, cuddling closer to her. Kisses scatter across your cheek and forehead.
"Are you going to leave me?"

Nat pulls away a little, eyes boring into yours. "Why would I ever leave you Y/N/N?"

"Because I'm a mess," you whisper, tears flowing freely down your cheeks.

"Sweetie..." Nat reassures, arms tightening around you. "You may be a mess, but you're MY mess. And I wouldn't change that for the world. I love you."

You let a smile break through as she kisses your tears away.
God, you don't deserve her.