Last Night | Nick Jonas x Kendall Jenner {COMPLETED}

T h i r t y - F i v e

I hope you like the song, enjoy the chapter! One Direction songs are great when it comes to matching with stories like this.

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I want you here with me
Like how I pictured it
So I don't have to keep imagining

Something Great - One Direction

Kendall Jenner's Mind

(8:12 PM Friday)

"Stop moving, goddammit!" I snapped as Nick winced horribly. I rolled my eyes and continued to dab at the cut. It was deep, and I was sure that if I didn't treat him now, he would've gotten infected. 

"You're not helping with anything!" Nick said back, making me sigh impatiently. he looked up at me and saw that I was really frustrated with him. He gave me an apologetic look and turned back to stare at the bathroom floor.

I cleaned up the wound and put down the tweezers, throwing away the can of cotton-soaked blood. He widened his eyes at it and look away, shuddering. I couldn't help but laugh. "You're scared of blood? How the hell did the directors persuade you to make fake cuts on your face?" I teased, making him glare at me.

"Well, that's not real blood and I know that," Nick said irritably as he looked at his bicep. I was about two meters away from him, and that was when I realize how big they were. 

Don't stare, you've seen them once. 

"Put on a shirt, Nick," I said, trying to look uninterested. He looked up at me, a smirk on his face. "Is there a problem with me being shirtless?" he said, making me sigh, irritatedly. 

"Yes, there is a problem with you having your shirt off," I said, rolling my eyes. I couldn't risk having the problem last month happen again, I liked being nice to him and not trying to run away from him... Besides, he'd hurt me again, I just can't.

Nick seemed to have seen my facial expression, because he hopped off the counter, making his way towards me. I turned to face the wall, pretending to shuffle with the can, washing it. I saw him stare at me through the mirror.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked, concerned, making me look back down at the metal tray. I shrugged, not knowing what to say to him. "Come on, you can tell me..." 

I pushed past him, making him quite surprised.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked again, trying to stop me from leaving the washroom. I turned to him, aggressively. "What's up is that I don't know if this is right."

Nick's eyebrows narrowed into confusion, "What, what's right?"

"You being here with me!" I yelled, unable to control myself. Nick's shoulders shunted with a look of pain in his eyes. I couldn't care less whether I've hurt him, we just can't. "Why did I even—"

I tried to move past him back into the bathroom so I could wash myself up, but Nick had a hand on my waist, pulling me into him. I grasped onto his shirt tightly, gaining my independent balance. 

"Nick, let go, I'm gonna take a shower, and sleep—"

"If you're taking a shower, I'm taking it with you. I love you, Kendall. I can't fake it anymore," he said, making me freeze my struggling. "I know I've been a jerk about my feelings this past month, but I swear, it wasn't intentional. I was jealous. I always am. But when I realized that you were different... I just couldn't. You're everything to me, and this could be so different, just tell me what you want me to do—" 

"Stop—"

His grasp on me was still strong, but not as strong until it was hurting me. I looked up at him, his eyes were watering.

"I'm not crying because I love you and that I've realized I'm being emotional, it's just that you're digging your nails into my wound," he said painfully, making me jump back. He looked at the wound, blowing at it. How could I be so stupid as to not wrap it up in bandages?

"Here, let me just wrap that up for you," I told him, looking through the medical cabinet. He sat on the edge of the counter and continued to examine his raw wound. 

I poked him, indicating that I was going to wrap it around him. He held his bicep out and I wrapped it carefully, making sure it wasn't too tight. I tried not to look too close.

"There," I muttered, stepping away from him. He continued to stare at me. 

When I turned to face the shower, he spoke up. "Aren't you going to question me?" he said, making me turn around, eyebrows raised. "You know..." He hopped off the counter. "I just confessed my love to you, and now you're just going to pretend I didn't mean all of it?"

I sighed and turned around, muttering to myself, "Because you really didn't..."

"I mean, at least say something— say it back—"

"You know I can't say it back, Nick," I said painfully, turning to face him. "You realize what you've done to me, yes? I can't. Not right now. Not ever. You took my trust and crushed it. I don't trust you anymore when it comes to my feelings. You play with them. I don't like it, no one does, so I would say it's better to just stay friends and keep a distance..."

Nick's jaw dropped slightly, but he quickly licked his lips, trying to look for an excuse. I turned around again after a second. "I'm sorry," Nick suddenly said, quickly following me. "That's what I'm asking for. Forgiveness, Kendall. I deserve a second chance, don't I?"

"Sometimes," I said, turning to face him. "It's hard to give people second chances. And that's the case with you. I can't, Nick. I want to. But I can't because I know better than to just listen to my heart as you do."

I could tell it hurt him, but he hurt me. I couldn't risk it happening again.

"Listen to it, then," he tried suggesting. I facepalmed myself. What does this guy know about love? 

"It's not easy because I'm not reckless!" I snapped at him.

"So, you're saying I'm reckless?" he said, staring into my soul. I took a deep breath, "That's not what I'm saying. Love comes in different shapes and sizes, and I'm not saying that your love is anything like that, but please, I don't think I'm ready for this relationship with you."

A tear trickled down my cheek, and his eyes immediately softened. Joe was not wrong when he said Nick had a soft spot for me. He caressed my cheek, wiping the tear, and I allowed him to do it, no longer able to keep in the hurt emotions I has feeling.

"Don't cry, please," Nick said in a hushed voice as he pulled me into him. I sniffed, trying to stop myself, but it just poured out of me, right onto Nick's chest like sweat.

"I can't— I don't know what I want— you were right," I choked out, clutching my face with my hands. Nick was quiet. "I just... I just want to have a long hot shower, Nick, just forget it, and let go of me—"

"I can't," he said, his voice shaky. I was so surprised, I actually stopped tearing up and looked at him. He sure was crying. One of his hands left my back to wipe his tears and blinked, trying to stop the tears. "I don't know why I just can't—"

"Just let—"

It happened so quickly. His hand that was resting on the crook of my neck suddenly reached the back of my head. The next thing I knew my head was pressed forward and my lips were locked with his.

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I cannot wait for you guys to see the next chapter.

I hope you guys are having a good time, but I have a question that I really want you to answer:

Do you think Nick is being true to himself, or is it just lust?

Like Z once said; Everything is grey | Mistaking love for lust

Have a great day, please VOTE!