Imagines ✧ OGOC & Magcon | DISCONTINUED

N.M - Memories.

• Can u do an imagine nate: you and nate get into a big argument and nate lifts his hands up to run his fingers through his hair but y/n thinks hes going to hit her so she scream" please dont hurt me,im sorry" because in her past she had an abusive boyfriend and nate didnt know. Y/n screams and cries but nate comfort her and tell her that its going to be ok (im sorry if it doesnt make sense).

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

"You're a fucking asshole, I hate you! Get the fuck out of my house and go fuck a whore, I don't care!" I scream in anger, my face surely red and my nails digging into my palm.

"Don't fucking speak to me like that!" Nate, my boyfriend of two years, yells back as he paces the floorboards.

"I'll speak to you how I want, you don't own me. Fuck you, you asshole!" I yell again. My eyes widen even wider as he turns and punches the wall. He turns back around and raises his arm.

I look into his eyes as his the memories hit me head on. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please! Please don't hit me R/B/N!" I scream in panic, cowering back into a corner but relief floods my body as I see his fingers rake through his dishevelled hair.

Nate's arms slide around my body tightly, pulling me to his chest and rocking me back and forth. "Who the fuck is R/B/N?" He asks softly, stroking my back.

I don't reply, the sobs don't allow me to for a few minutes as he continues to hold me and comfort me. "M-My Ex," I reply quietly, his whole body tenses. "I sh-shouldn't have scr-scream, I'm s-sorry. Forget-"

"Did he used to hit you?" He questions, my eyes squeeze themselves closed to stop the tears but it doesn't help. I soak his shirt with my tears.

"So-Sometimes."

He lifts my head up and cups my face so he can look into my eyes. "Y/N I'd never hit you, I'd never lay a finger on you unless I was showing how much I love you. I fucking love you so much Y/N and I could kill that asshole for hurting you, why haven't you told me this before?" His voice breaks, holding nothing but pain and honesty, he's crying.

"I'm sorry, the mem-memories just came ba-back." I cry silently, laying my forehead against his chest.

"Don't be baby, it's not your fault. Now why haven't you told me this before?" He asks, wiping his cheek against his shoulder to banish any tears on his skin.

"Because I thought I'd never h-have a reason to, I p-promised to forget him." I shrug, a dry chuckle leaving my mouth.

"I'm so fucking sorry Y/N, if I hadn't had raised my hand you wouldn't have remembered. I'm sorry-"

"But then we would have carried on arguing and I wouldn't be in your arms right now. I'm sorry for yelling at you, but you have to understand my point of view here." I dismiss the Ex subject and plaster on a smile.

"I do, I was just mad. I'll make it up to you, shit Y/N, I don't deserve you." He sighs and lays his head on my shoulder.

"You're not Nate, you don't have to make it up to me, just promise we can forget about he who should not be named." I reply, stroking his hair.

"I promise with all my heart, but I'm still making it up to you." He whispers, I roll my eyes and pull away from him to stand up and offer him my hand.

"Bath?" I suggest, he takes my hand and pulls me back down so I lay on his chest.

"Cuddles." He smiles, kissing my lips softly.