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Nathan's pov

I got up from my desk and grabbed my keys, headed quickly to my truck and to the nearest flower shop. Where I grabbed her favorites, then headed back to Blackwell to give them to her. As I was about to step into the girl's dorms Dana came out. She was suprised to see me.

"What are you doing here?" She asks and I roll my eyes. "Why is it any of your business?" I reply. "Because this is the girls dorms and I'm a girl and you are not" she says. "I'm here to- see y/n" I tell her and sigh. She looks me up and down and notices the flowers I have in my hand. "She's not here" she says simply. "Well where is she?" I ask. "Well after the fight you guys had yesterday she was pretty upset and so she took today to hang out with Trevor, Justin, and I think Chloe too" she tells me. "How do you know about the fight?" I ask her

"Trevor and I were walking by and saw and heard it" she explains. I take a deep breath and put my fingers on the bridge of my nose. "Fuck" I say to myself. "If you want my advice-" "I don't" I interpret her. "I'm going to give it to you anyway. Y/n has clearly made a mark on you. You're a lot nicer than you used to be, and a lot more tolerable to be around. Overall you've improved. I'm not the only one who sees it. My advice is to stop fucking up the things you actually care about. Like y/n.." Dana says than walks past me to go do whatever it is.

Almost perfect timing it starts raining. I try to call y/n but straight to voicemail. "Fuck" I say putting down my phone.

Y/n's pov:

"I can't believe he's calling you, after he said he wanted a break from you!" Chloe shouts dramatically. We are all hanging around Chloe's room. By we all I mean, me, Chloe, max, Justin, and Trevor.

"Yeah what a dick, Dana and I heard it" Trevor says and I give him a sympathy smile. "Y/n what could you possibly see in Nathan Prescott?" Max asks. I look at her and reply, "he's- different when it's just us...I see parts of him he doesn't show to other people. Deep down he's a...I don't know" maybe he's not all great like I originally thought.

"Whatever , because we're are seeing pisshead this weekend and it's gonna rock!" Justin says trying to lighten the mood and the four of us laugh.

The rest of the hang out was relatively fun too. Except for when Nathan would call and I let it ring. Though when I was on my way back from the dorms I get a text. I don't look at it until I get back to my room and get comfortable.

Nathan: I'm sorry can we talk?
Nathan: y/n please
Nathan: I fucked up I'm sorry

I sigh while reading them. I lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling. Just as I'm about to drift off, like perfect timing there's a knock.

I dramatically get up and walk to the door opening it. "Nathan? What are you doing here?" I ask. I look at him and he's a mess, saddened eyes that are red and puffy and he's clearly been crying. His clothes are wet from the rain. There are not so pretty flowers in his hand as they seemed to be crumpled up a little.

He looks at me sorrowfully, "I'm so sorry y/n, please give me another chance. I- I- won't fuck it up this time.  And I know you probably don't believe me because- I keep messing up, but I think you're the one thing in my life that I don't want to screw up." I gently grab his free hand and pull him into my room. I bring him over to my bed and have him sit. I take his cold jacket off of him and place it on my chair. He hands me the flowers and says, "they looked a lot better earlier when I first tried to give them to you". "Dana told me you showed up..." I say as I think for a moment. I sigh and say, "Nathan, I'll give you one more chance. But I can't keep doing this. If you fuck it up again- I- we're done. I love you, but things need to change."

He looks at me and I cringe realizing what I just said. "You love me?" He asks. "Was there any question that I didn't?" "I love you too y/n" he says after a second. I walk over to him and hug him. We then get in bed, cuddle, then eventually drift to sleep.

Don't make me regret this Nathan.

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