Girl From The Projects (Fiona Gallagher x Male Reader}

1. Pilot

BEEP BEEP BEEP
The loud alarm rings out as a muscular arm appears from the covers hitting it harshly in hopes to turn off the annoying sound that woke the man from his slumber. With a sigh leaving his pink thin lips his arms stretch up above his brown lock stretching a slight ache in his lower back. Finally rolling out the bed his feet hit the cold wooden floors as his blue eyes flicker to read the digital clock sitting on the black bedside table. 7:00 is shown making the brunnette roll his eyes as his 6"5 frame stands from his white mattress and walks his way over to the bathroom within his room.

Standing infront of him in the mirror is a shadow off his former self, tired blue eyes stare back at him which are evident from the dark circles underneath them. The same eyes scan himself from his medium scruffy hair that was in much need of a trim to the slight stubble he had begin to grow, the man cant help but let out a large huff as his eyes trail over to the small knife sized scar on his left hip. Running his large fingers the man cant help but think about his childhood, one of which he barely had.

Born 1st February 1990 was Nathan Carter Storm raised in the the wealthier side of Chicago by his two parents, Richard Storm a difficult man to describe partially due to him being rather closed off to all except his family, the man was intelligent, owning his own biotech company. Nathan's mother Olivia Carter was a kind hearted nurse who managed to warm the heart of Richard after he sliced his hand open at home. Then there was Emily the final piece of the puzzle a young bubble girl that was able to win hearts of strangers in a glance much like her mother. On the outside his family seemed perfect, but on the inside it was completely different, Olivia died when Nate was 10 by a shooter attempting to rob her wedding ring whilst both her and her son were out shopping for christmas. Leaving a young teen crying in an alleyway hugging his dead mothers body. Ever since that tragic day Richard became the shell of the man he was, resorting in drinking and when anger got the best of him, well he'd take it out on his eldest son.

Shaking his head at the thought he quickly climbs into the shower he turned on a minute before in preparation to clean up . After finally getting changed and showered the brunette pulls on a black fitted t-shirt, black jeans, pair of dirty shoes, he makes his way through his home to his garage where he stands before a 1959 Ferrari 250 GT that he's actually rebuilt from old scrapes in his spare time with the hopes of selling it for even more, popping the hood open the man begins to add adjustments to his car. A lot has gone on in Nates life since the passing of his mother, he somehow managed to get a 1350 in his SAT's whilst having no where to live from the age of 12 making him homeless till he went of to West Point at the age of 18 where he graduated within 2 years and was commissioned to Lieutenant where he completed two tours in Lebanon and Iraq before coming back home.

Later
The cold air of the night fills the tall mans lungs as his body is illuminated by a single glow of a streetlamp as water from puddles splash up in tendrils over his black trainers as he walks along the now lively streets of Chicago in hopes to find a place to get a drink at. Partiers mumble incoherant things as they stumble down the concrete side-walks clearly intoxicated. The mans blue eyes scan the roads as he continues his walk. Only to come to a slight spot when he sees a black van perched at the end of the road, the driver inside on his phone, his head constantly swivelling as he eyes the clubs entrances he's up the road from. "Purse stealers" Nate mumbles, commonly found in clubs pursue stealers tend to pray on those who just want a good time and when distracted steal the belongings of those who are either drunk, high or both.

Slowly walking forwards the man turns and waits a moment round the corner the tall man can see the thief sprinting on the pavement towards him making Nathan smirks slightly as soon as the man is in range the tall man quickly spears the offender to the floor the two fight momentarily until the offender throws a punch at Nate making the man catch it rather easily and return one of his own to the mans jaw before he could throw another the man kicked him in the stomach and ran away without the purse into a black van that quickly sped away.