the rugby king. || nick nelson x fem reader

29: i want you back.

nick's pov:
it's been 1 week and me and aria haven't talked, facetimed, nothing.
i miss her but she's probably having fun with diego.
ugh, diego.
i hate him.
and her.
i hate both of them.
okay maybe not aria but she's broken me.
mum thinks i'm stupid for believing harry but when your in that situation, it's hard not to believe it.
i've been crying non - stop for days about her.
i've been going to school looking a complete mess.
the message got around school and now everyone hates aria. they slut shame her and all sorts. i would stick up for her but i can't. i just can't.
something in me is stopping me from doing it.
although me and her haven't officially broken up, it still feels like we are. something feels like we're broken up.
broken up.
it's only been a couple months.
it hasn't even been half a year.
it's crazy to say me and aria aren't together anymore, mum really thought she was my soulmate, haha, soulmates.
what a load of shit.
i always felt at my best when me and aria were together, it's funny.. i've never found that relationship with another person.
she makes me feel safe, if i had one word to describe home, it would be aria.
she was so good to me, so loyal, or so i thought.
we told each other everything.
i just can't stop thinking about her.
knock knock.
"yeah?" i call and quickly wipe my eyes.
"can i come in?" it's mum.
"um, yeah okay." i put my hood of my hood over my head.
"are you okay?" mum sits next to me and wraps her arms around me.
"i miss her mum." my voice breaks a little. "i've really fucked up."
"oh nick." mum rubs my shoulder.  "it's not your fault baby."
"but it is mum, aria was heartbroken when i didn't believe her, when i just left her." i start to tear up again but i hold my tears back.
"so do you think that maybe aria didn't do nothing and that you believed harry for the wrong reasons?" mum is so good at saying exactly what i'm thinking.
"yea." i nod into her chest.
"then talk to her." mum stop the hug and holds my shoulders.
"i can't mum." i let my tears out. "i just can't."
"why not?" mum frowns.
"if we're fine again, everyone will start slut - shaming aria, they already are but i don't know. i think it will get worse." i have never felt this empty before.
"wait. there slut shaming aria?" i've never seen mum look like this before, she looks so angry.
"yeah, and i can't stand up for her either! everyone thinks we've broken up and i just don't know what to do" i put my head in my hands.
"okay." she hugs me again. "i understand"
"can i just be alone.?" my words muffled.
"sure." mum gets up and leaves the room.

i'm so confused.

aria's pov:
i come out of buisness and my school day is over.
i had, sciences, philosophy and buisness today.
2 hours of philosophy was sorta interesting to be honest.
but, i was thinking about nick the whole time, this whole cheating thing got me fucked up.
anyway, i got bigger problems to worry about than a boy.
i get home and diego is on the sofa bouncing his leg up and down and looks nervous.

"you okay..?" i say as i put my coat on the coat hanger.
"no, aria. we have a big problem." he gets up and hands me a letter.
"what is this?" i furrow my eyebrows.
"open it." he sighs and puts his hand on his head. "our rent is going up by 50%. aria we don't make enough money to cover that."
"shit,shit,shit." i say to myself. "my part time café job isn't going to cover half of this."
"yeah! and you think my shelf stocker job in asda is?" diego raises his voice.
"this isn't my fault? why are you shouting at me?" i say with a little attitude.
"sorry, i'm just stressing." diego sits on a seat by our island and puts his head on the table.
"i mean, i will just have to quit the café job and get one with better pay." i shrug.
"no, your not doing this by yourself." diego shakes his head.
"well, i'm a dancer." i look at him and he looks at me stupidly.
"what?" he gives me a confused look.
"i've done dancing for as long as i can remember. maybe i can do dances." i don't know what i'm saying.
"like a stripper?" diego scoffs.
"yeah, minus the stripping." i'm dead serious.
"your a dumbass." diego laughs.
"what?" i look at him.
"bruh, your 16. you will never get a job as a dirty dancer, if that's even what they're called." he laughs even harder.
"hm." i fold my arms. "at least i tried."
"hey! i'm trying too!" he frowns.
"oh yeah? what jobs are you willing to take?" i roll my eyes.
"male stripper." he laughs.
"are you taking the piss?" i just look at him and he's in stitches. he finds it so funny.
i go into my room because i can't deal with him.
but dancing for money isn't a bad idea right?
i can.. dance.. surely my age has nothing to do with it?
yeah i'm a minor but, shit, people don't care about that anymore?.
i will think about it.
for now, i need to take a shower and do homework.