Nick and Nate Diaz One - Shot

Barely Even Felt It ❤️

TW abuseive house hold

Angst + fluff

Nick is 19 reader 18

I walked out of my house, backpack over my shoulder. "good morning sleeping beauty" Nate said smiling and getting out of the front seat opening the door for me "I was two minutes late and thank you" I said about to get in the car "looking very stylish with the glasses" He pulled them off my face "Nate give them back!" "what the fucks up with your eye?!" Nick said getting out of the car, grabbed my face "it's nothing! Nate give me the glasses!" I grabbed them out of his hand "Y/n how gave it to you?" Nick asked "nobody! I just~ lets go to the gym" "no you can't just have a black eye and not tell me what happened" my boyfriend asked hands still on my face "please can we just leave".

| Nick's POV |

"please can we just leave?" she looked up at me with watery eyes full with fear. I nodded "get in" I whispered to her "thank you" she whispered back getting in and shut the door "your not going to find out who did that" Nate said pointing to the door "i will later get in the car".

"don't you think it's a little odd, that two weeks ago she said she wanted to learn how to box then shows up with a black eye this morning" Nate said hitting the bag "yes I do" "then ask her about it" "i'll find out".

"i'm going to the showers" Y/n said going into her locker grabbing her bag "Y/n..will you sit with me for a minute?" she dropped her bag and climbed in my lap where I sat on the bench wrapping her arms around my neck my arms around her waist. "what?" she asked her hand on one side of my face "what happened to your eye?" she smiled "I just fell in the shower that's all babe I got home late from work I was tired but still showered" "promise" she nodded then kissed my lips.

"i'll get off after early pick me up?" she asked when we pulled up to her work "yeah just text me" "k!" she kissed me before hopping out of the car "see you later dork" she reached her hand into the car rubbing Nate's head "see you loser!".

| Y/n's POV |

I was curled into Nick's side in his bed watching a movie, "when's your fight?" I asked kissing his neck "next week friday night..you coming?" "of course" I smiled grabbed his hand kissing his knuckles "good!" I laid my head on his shoulder.

when I open my eye's it was pitch black outside and Nick was next to me snoring "shit" I whispered and grabbed my phone

1:38am
26 texts from dad
10 missed calls from dad

"fuck" I whispered grabbing my bag and gym bag from the ground "where you going?" Nick said "I fell asleep I have to go home" "just stay the night" he said pulling the pillow into him "I can't i'll see you tomorrow" I kissed his forehead "you need a ride" "no your already asleep" "love you" "love you honey".

| 3rd person POV |

Y/n sat in front of her door, trying to stop her dad from coming in blood pouring from her head. She dug through her bag trying to find her phone calling one of only two people that could help her right now.

Nick woke up to his phone ringing looking at the clock 3:26, "you fucking kidding me" he grabbed his phone answering without looking "what?!" "i'm sorry Nick but c-can you come pick me up?" he could hear the cracking in her voice "yeah i'm on my way right now stay put" he already had his shoes on and waking Nate up "just come to my window" "yeah i'm coming right now, okay?" "o-okay" he could hear pounding on her door and her voice cracking.

She stood up pushing on her door, when the boys opened the window. Nate took her place, she ran over to Nick "what happened?" he gently cupped her face moving hair out of her face seeing all the cuts and blood on her face "its my dad again" "Nate's going to take you to the car then i'll be out in a minute okay?" she nodded.

| Y/n's POV |

Nick stood in front of me cleaning my face "how long?"he asked "few years is all" "why didn't you tell me?" "you always have so much on your plate I didn't want to add more of my shit didn't want to bug you" gently he cupped my face again "your never bugging me," he kissed my forehead "come on let's go to bed".

laying in bed I looked over his hands cuts and bruises forming "how bad was it" I asked looking up at him the TV light hitting his black eye "not to bad just roughed him up a bit" "I mean how bad did he hit you?" "barely even felt it" "promise?" "Promise...