Arranged Love (DISCONTINUED)

The Apology and Big Confusion

Kristen's POV

"I'm sorry." Nathan whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I didn't hesitate on hugging him back because it felt right at the moment. The warm feeling was still there and I can't seem to get rid of it.

We stayed in each others arms for five more seconds before pulling away and awkwardly looking at each other.

"Uhh, sorry. Got a little carried away." he mumbled, blushing lightly.

"It's okay." I said with a small smile as he stepped inside the house.

"Sorry for barging in like this. I just needed to make sure we were okay. I don't like it when I make you upset. Make anyone upset, really. You're my... friend and I'm sorry for the outburst I did last night. Can we please talk?" he pleaded and for some unknown reason, I thought about him considering me as only a friend. My heart tightened, strangely.

"W-We're okay. I was-yeah. You want to head upstairs so we could talk privately?" I suggested and he nodded.

We immediately went up the stairs to my room, not saying anything. We needed to discuss what happened last night and I intend to know why he would snap at me like that.

"You start first." Nathan said when we closed the door and we both sat on my bed.

"Okay... I-I was a bit shocked when you snapped at me like that last night. I thought... I thought I did something wrong, you know? It's my fault for pushing you into telling me who called. I shouldn't have done that... I'm sorry." I said, looking down at my hands as I did.

"No, it wasn't your fault. It was mine, actually. I didn't have to shout at you like that when you were just asking. You just cared and I feel like such a dick for making you cry because of that. I'm so sorry, Kristen." he apologised as a soft smile crept on my lips.

"Crying is good sometimes. Letting your emotions out... it's good. You're not a dick, no. You have one, yes, but you're not one. You were just irritated... I think. I guess. Were you? I mean, I didn't know the reason but you seemed irritated at something." I stated, Nathan letting out a chuckle.

"Are you... still afraid of people shouting at you?" he asked and I hesitantly nodded.

"Was I the cause of that? Your trauma? I was, wasn't I?" he asked, perking an eyebrow up and I immediately shook my head.

No. He wasn't the one that caused my trauma. That's a completely different story. The one story I'm not willing to retell.

He closed his eyes and let out a long, loud sigh.

"Nate, stop worrying about it. Everything happens for a reason." I said, touching his left cheek with my right hand.

I saw his eyes twinkle but I think it was just a figurative of my imagination.

He leaned in slowly and warning bells sounded off in my head.

I leaned back, taking my hand away from his face and clearing my throat.

"Have you packed yet?" I questioned, changing the subject and trying to lessen the tension building in the air.

"Uhh... no. But the others have and they can't wait." he informed and I nodded, looking anywhere but him.

There was an awkward silence that followed before I broke the ice.

"So, you excited to see her? Sophia, I mean." I asked and he looked at me.

"Yeah but a lot more nervous than excited. I hope we fix things." he answered, realising what he said and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.