✨(Mature):Nick n Charlie's One Shot Stories✨

🌴✈️ReDiscovering Paradise: Part 2☀️🦈

☀️Three Years Later✈️

☀️Nicks Pov.🦈

"So! What should we get for snacks? I really want something sweet!" Tara said as we walked into a small convenience store. I chuckled and shrugged, before walking over to the freezers.
"Ice cream?" I suggested pointing.
She held her chin like she was considering,
"Ice cream" she nodded.

We picked out small ice creams from the freezer and went up to the register, I took hers and paid for it as she looked at the magazines. I handed the cashier exact change for them and went over to her handing her her ice cream bar.
She went over and gave cash for the magazine she picked out.
We sat outside at one of the small tables, the summer sun bright and obvious.
She opened her ice cream and began eating it, flipping through the latest fashion magazine.
I chuckled.
" my mum said hi, by the way. She said to make sure to tell you that your cookies were Stunning" I chuckled. She grinned holding a thumbs up , she was busy reading.
I rolled my eyes looking out at the ocean, waves crashing loudly.
Wondering if he was happy in Italy.
I sighed finishing my ice cream and went to throw the wrapper away.
I sat down again across from her,
"What do you think? Movies?" I suggested, poking her hand.
She was very invested.
She looked up at me, closing the magazine but her hand stayed in it as a book mark.
She had a very serious expression on, almost pained.
"Nick.." she said cautiously.
I raised a brow,
"Yeah? What's wrong?"

She looked down at the magazine briefly,
"Uhm. I don't know how to break it to you gently " she said softly.
I was worried now.

"Tara it's fine, you can tell me" I said giving her my undivided attention.
She sighed, and opened the magazine back up slowly, but this time she laid the spreaded pages out in front of me.

"Tara I don't s-"
But I paused.
I looked down at the magazine spread.

It's him..

Photos of him modeling, wearing see through clothing, dressed up in high fashion, his body draped in certain private areas ,
like he was posing for a life drawing class.
There were even photos of him on the runway.

I stared, picking the magazine up slowly.
There was a photo of a girl hanging on his shoulder , her arms wrapped around him, dressed similar to him , except she wore white.
Lots of photos of them posing in different clothing, one of them even had her kissing his cheek.
He looked just slightly different, but it was definitely him. Every expression he held was cold and unfazed.

I looked up at Tara,
"What about it.."

She looked down,
"Turn the page.."

Anxiety was welling up in my throat, uneasiness in my chest. As I turned the page.

I dropped the magazine on the table.
Feeling sick to my stomach, I didn't know whether to cry or to throw something.
"I'll text you." I said not looking at her and leaving.

I needed to be alone.

I just wanted to be alone. 

I headed over across the road, walking down into the sand , coming close to the waves as I sat down in a private area.
Angry at him , at myself, at his mom, and the world. I didn't mean a thing to him.
I didn't mean shit.