Here for each other ~ Jonadar

Chapter 11

Josh Rock's Point of View

19th November 2023

TW: Swearwords and blood

I sighed as I realised I had to fix it all, again. I assumed it was going to be pretty easy, well... until Nathan spoke up. "Please just stay out of it Josh." Nathan said whilst wiping his tears away. He still avoided to look at me, and I felt uncomfortable by his shaky voice. "Nathan," I started to say, having this hope that what was happening didn't happen. "look at me." I said, knowing if he didn't it had happened, and also preparing myself to possibly seeing it if he did look at me. Knowing Nathan, he typically listens to what people tells him to do. He slowly looked up at me, and to my horror I was right. I watched as more blood ran out from his mouth, and further down his face. Even so much that it dripped down on his shirt. I flinched, but felt puzzled as to what I should do. "N- Nathan!" I said, feeling worried for his well being. He smiled slightly and sighed. "Can't you just listen to me for once?" he asked with a quiet voice, even more blood running out as he did. I felt even more worried, but I really didn't know what to do. "Josh..." he started saying, and I looked back over at him. "It was my choice to break up with the two of you, and you have to respect and understand my decision. I know that this is going to be the best for the two of you, so please just stay out of it." Nathan said, looking like he really didn't want to do it, but thought it was for the best. "No! I- I can clearly tell that you love us, and we love you too. There's no need to do all this." I said, really hoping that I could convince him. Before he was able to speak up again, I did. "Look, I know that you're mad at Daryl for what he did to you back then, and I'd be mad too. But please give him a second chance, he didn't mean to hurt you in any way, I'm sure of that. So please come back." I said, even more tears forming in my eyes. "I'm not mad at him anymore... I was never mad at him. I just wanted you two to be happy, so I found a way to start an arguement..." the slightly older Northern Irishman explained. "But we're going to be less happier without you." I said, feeling like I really needed a hug. "You two constantly making out says otherwise." he said. My face tensed as I realised exactly what had happened. "Whenever you guys think I'm sleeping, you do all these things that you could never dream of doing with me." he said, me having sadly expecting that after the previous sentence. I said just before he interrupted: "You're sick though... as soon as you feel better we'll--" "Then why do you have to try and hide it from me?" he asked, now also crying. "I don't know..." I said in an apologising tone. "But please... just give us one more chance..." I begged. He sighed, wiped the blood away from his chin, and looked back over at me. "Fine." he said with a smile. I smiled feeling satisfied, even though I probably didn't really do much to change his mind. Doesn't matter, we're back together. Let's fucking go!