GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#FIFTY.

"Fine, I'm just going to get my dress and I'll leave." I say, heading up stairs. Once I'm in the bathroom I pick up my dress from the floor. I turn around and stare at my reflection in the mirror for a long time. I wasn't sure I recognized the girl staring back at me anymore. Whoever she was wasn't who I had remembered her to be or at least, I couldn't see it. I fought my whole entire life to be better than that girl in the mirror, and I felt like I was slipping right back into her.

I start to cry.

Nick comes to the entrance of bathroom and stands in the doorway, surprised to find me crying.

"Can you stay, please?" He says, quietly. "Joey is going to leave."

"How is he doing?" I ask, wiping away tears.

"He is fine, his nose stopped bleeding, I don't think it's broken. I gave him some ice, he'll live."

"I honestly, don't understand you. Why do you have these mood swings? One second you love me the next second you're telling me to fucking leave then, asking me to stay again?" I turn my head and look at him with red stained cheeks. "I can't give you what you want if you don't make up your mind."

"—And you are so sure that you've made up your mind?" He asks.

"Yes, Nick. I am."

"So, what is your mind made up on, then?"

"On you, I fucking love you, Nick." I wipe away another tear "—But I don't want to settle for you treating me this way if that is what's going to keep constantly happening, because you're tearing me apart."

"Liliana, you want to talk about tearing someone apart? It's hard to watch you and him interact when I know what you two did."

"Do you just not want me to talk to him ever again, Nick? You want me to pretend like his invisible?"

"Well, that's obviously not possible, Lili." He leans his shoulder against the door frame and runs a hand over his face. "I just want whatever that was between you guys to be over."

"It is over, I promise."

"You just act like you care so much about him, and that really gets under my skin."

"I do care, in the way that he's your brother, but I care about you in an entirely different way. You are who I want to be with, not him."

He enters into the bathroom now and lifts me up and sits me on the vanity countertop, his hands stay tightly gripped to my hips.

"That's all I wanted to hear." He says, softly.

I touch the sides of his face and stare into his eyes, they were back to being those familiar soft, sweet brown eyes again. "Are you going to stop being so mean now?" I ask him.

"Yes." He replies, before kissing me.

"You should go apologize to your brother." I tell him.

"Now that's asking for too much." He smirks.

"Nick, go. Now." I smile, shaking my head and pointing him out the door.