Imagines ✧ OGOC & Magcon | DISCONTINUED

N.M - Break In

• Can u do an nate imagine: nate find u in ur shared apartment strapped up in a chair with a man holding a gun to ur head but nate fights the man and he saves you love ur blog

-- (Y/N's POV) --

It's 9pm, my boyfriend is due to come home some time soon from the studio with his friends. Nate has been rocketing in his career, I'm proud of him but I miss him - he's been at the studio a lot lately. Yesterday he didn't come home until 9am in the morning, I need to talk to him about that.

I hear a bang, startling me in mine and Nate's bed. I wait a couple of seconds and hear a loud smash of glass. "Nate?" I call quietly from the bedroom doorway, standing in my pyjama shorts and one of his hoodies.

Heavy footsteps round the corner from the living room, there stands a man who is not my Nate. He's smaller and dressed in all black, a gun in hand which makes my nerves tremble. "W-Who are you?" I ask as he walks up to me, I back into the room and shut the door on his face, wishing there was a lock.

He quickly bursts it open, knocking me to the floor. He grabs my arm tightly, dragging me up to my feet to pull me to our wrecked living room. He grabs one of the dining table chairs and shoves me on it, pointing the gun to my head.

That's when I start to cry. The reality sets in. "Wh-What d-d-do you want?" I ask, looking him dead in the eye, the water falls from my eyes freely.

"Money, valuables, anything." He replies, his deep voice intimidates me.

"We don't-"

"Does somebody else live here? A Nate?" He questions, I quickly shake my head - hoping Nate doesn't walk into this situation.

"N-No." It's better not to mention another person, I don't want him in this.

"Lying bitch, he's coming home isn't he? Who is he? Your boyfriend? Friend? Cousin?" He asks, I shake my head again. He angrily sighs before keeping his gun pointed at me as he makes his way to the kitchen and finds the duck tape in the cupboard under the sink.

Despite my protest and constant sobbing, he tapes my hands up behind my back and my legs to the legs of the chair. "Y/N?" I hear Nate call from the front door, he appears in the hallway and the colour drains from his face.

"Ah, you must be Nate." The devil smiles, pointing his gun at Nate which made me cry even more.

"St-Stop! He has nothing to d-do with me!" I yell, squirming in the chair I'm taped to.

"Whatever you say sweetheart, say goodbye to Nate." He repositions the gun in Nate's direction.

I think frantically of something to do before finally I throw my body and the chair forwards so I knock the man over and throw his aim off. Nate catches my plan and pins the guy down, throwing the gun to the side.

Whilst single handedly holding him down to the floor, Nate unlocks his phone and calls the police as I lay on the floor, crying, still taped to the chair.

"Fucking asshole." Nate mutters and then proceeds to beat the shit out of him to the point of near unconsciousness. As the man groans on the floor, unable to move, Nate then tends to me.

He pulls the tape off my ankles, it hurt but not as much as my head from falling and not being able to catch myself. He frees me and immediately pulls me into his arms, kissing my forehead repeatedly. "I'm so fucking sorry I wasn't home baby, you wouldn't be like this if I was here earlier, I'm so sor-"

"It's not your fault Nate, thank you for actually coming home tonight." I try and lighten the mood with some sense of humour but Nate doesn't laugh as I remind him of the nights he hasn't returned home.

"Y/N-"

"No Nate not now." I interrupt him as we hear sirens from outside. He pulls me up and carries me to the bedroom like a princess he thinks I am, not wanting me to step on the broken glass in the living room.

"I'll take care of this but they'll want you to answer questions, just sleep until then. I love you baby." He whispers, kissing my forehead slowly.

"I love you too Nate."