Last Night | Nick Jonas x Kendall Jenner {COMPLETED}

T w e n t y - O n e

Here's your track! I hope you're not mad at me for not updating frequently, but please, you guys have deserved this long hellish chapter. Please enjoy!

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Can you find a way to let me down slowly?
A little sympathy I hope you can show me
If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely
If you're leavin' baby let me down slowly

Let Me Down Slowly - Alec Benjamin

Nick Jonas's consciousness

(9:40 AM Sunday)

The events from last night flashed quickly through my mind as the stabbing pain of a migraine hit me repeatedly. I shot up, pinning my hands to my eyes to iron my forehead. It was so painful, I felt as if my eyes were popping out of their sockets.

The events were crazy, I saw my friend try and introduce me to some girl, I puked on her, she cried, and then... Kendall walked up to me. Her mouth was moving, but all I could hear was the loud blaring, muffled, music and her soft voice.

I was praying I didn't puke on her. I was already having too much.

She didn't look as if she enjoyed seeing me very much and looked at me as though I was interrupting her 'fun' time. She was glancing away ever so often, making me think; Was I the one who approached her?

Then, I stumbled.

She somehow ran from me. I chased after her and started... yelling her name? I was just yelling her name repeatedly, and the whole thing kinda spun. I was now standing at her doorstep, trying to force my way in.

Please don't tell me you raped her, Nick, you'll be in big trouble!

I couldn't have. The scene flashed again, and I was inside the house, looking through the drawers, which... I don't know, were filled with... condoms?

"Nick?" I heard Kendall call my name and I turned for some random door. Things spun again, making me frustrated, hoping to get things over with.

I saw something... I don't know what it was, it was kind of blurry... I was holding it. Fumbling around with my hands and realized that I was putting on a condom. Goodness. What the fuck, Nick!

"Nick?" came the voice again. The scene spun and I was—I was— I was— Oh wow. 

Kendall was moaning my name repeatedly as I thrust hard into her. I pinned her against the wall as she asked me about condoms. "I already have it on," I then grunted, my member still inside of her.

"Nick!?"

I twisted around, and there, behind me; was Kendall, in my black shirt.

"Ken- Kendall?" I stammered, trying not to get weak from her morning beauty. Kendall was looking at me strangely, "Are you OK, Nick? You seem out of it," she said as if whatever this was, was a typical— what day is it? Sunday.

"Er— what did we do? How did— what did I— what—" I stopped myself from speaking and ran my fingers through my hair, muttering to myself, "Oh my God, this isn't real."

"What?" Kendall breathed, grasping my shoulder. I turned around and gave her an apologetic look. 

"I'm sorry, I'll just leave now," I said, trying to show her how sorry and— if I was— out-of-control I was last night. If I was. I did not remember having Kendall on my to-do list, and this was all a coincidence. I was hoping to explain it to her, but—