N.R. One Shots

Stay 2

Tw: mention of suicide
Tbh this is one of these worst ones I've written.. Idk I'm just not motivated.. Will try tho <3

Nat's POV

"I wouldn't sit up just yet."
When I talk, she visibly relaxes, closing her eyes again. I walk closer and put one hand on her cheek. She reaches out and holds my hand.
She looks at me, her eyes unfocused and utters a stream of unintelligible words.

"Shhhh. Go back to sleep."

I move to take off my hand and let her sleep in peace when she clamps her fingers hard on my hand, pulling me onto the bed with her. She throws an arm and leg over me, pinning me by her side. I can make out just one word when she talks again.
".....stay..."

So I stay.

Your POV

When I finally open my eyes again, its morning. Sunlight streams in through the open windows.
Nat is laying next to me, so I try my hardest not to move, but she still somehow knows I've woken up.
"Morning."

I'm using her right arm like a pillow to rest my head. My arm and leg is over her, keeping her close. Her right arm is wrapped around my shoulders and her left one around my waist.
Its the safest place in the world, her arms.
I turn my face up to look at her. Her beautiful green eyes are pulling me into them.

A sharp pain in my head brings me back to reality as last nights incidents descend onto me.

Is she angry at me? I try to read her eyes, but she's careful not to give anything away.
Its a split second decision, and I squirm upwards, uncertainly pressing my lips to hers in a hesitant kiss.

To my surprise, she kisses me back warmly, slipping her hand into my hair. She gently massages my scalp and I feel my headache receding.

We kiss for a few minutes, then she pulls back and I, however reluctantly, let her. As we pull away, she's still staring at me.

'Say something!' My mind tells me.
'What?!'
'Anything!'

"I'm sorry." That's what escapes my lips. She leans down and softly kisses my forehead. "You don't have to be," she whispers.

I tighten my arms around her, and in doing so I feel something digging into my skin. I lift my arm up to see a white plaster covering most of my wrist. Its hard and smooth, covering up my cut. I look back up at her.

"I don't want to die," I say, because I know I don't. Last night, I was drunk and it was a rash decision.

"I know." I look at her again, biting my lip. What does she mean. Is she mad at me? Should I ask her?

I decide its better to get it over with.
"Are you angry?"
"....no. I'm not angry. I shouldn't be angry."
"Why..."

She slowly brushes a stand of hair out of my face and looks me in the eyes. I can feel the warmth of her breath, brushing past my cheek.

"Because I know what you're going through. Once upon a time, I too thought that death was the only way out. Not one day goes by that I'm not thankful for not going through with it."

I look down, ashamed. Nat presses another kiss to the top of my head. "I wish someone had been there for me when I hit a low. But no one ever was. I'm going to be here for you, my love."

She rubs my back slowly, in soothing circles. "I'm going to be with you every step of the way. You can tell me anything. I promise, I swear, I will never leave you. Unless, of course, you want me to.."

I bury my face into her chest, inhaling her smell deeply. "I don't want you to leave." She gives my shoulders a squeeze. "Thank you, Tasha."
She smiles and murmurs against my hair, "I love you."

We just lay like that for what seems like an eternity. I want to bottle up how safe I feel right here, in our little bubble.
I'm grateful she stopped me from ending my life. And I'm grateful I'm right here, in her arms where I belong.