Tate x Reader twisted nerve

ghosts

Today your friend Joe wanted to go to your house. That wouldn't have been such a big deal if it wasn't for the weird things you heard all last week.
There was something, or someone in the house. Your parents were gone all week so you knew it wasn't them.
You heard people talking. Arguing and a women crying. It was strange because it happened even during the day. Tate hasn't showed up in a while; growing somewhat of an attachment to him you started to miss him. Maybe it wasn't so bad that Joe would come over. At least it would give you some company in an empty house

After school you and Joe were going to your house ... as you and him were walking inside the gates you thought you seen Tate looking down from your window.

"It must be my imagination, I locked all the doors"...

"You want something to drink, eat?" You asked politely.
"Sure, anything's fine" Joe replied happily.

"I will get us something, you can sit in the living room."
You said motioning your hand towards the room as you started to walk to the kitchen.

"Hey! (Y/n) where should I put my jacket?" Joe yelled enough for you to hear.
"It doesn't matter, anywhere is fine." You replied.
You had two bottles of water and a bag of cool ranch Doritos.
"Here you go, I don't feel like making anything right now, is chips fine?"
Joe smiled.
"Yeah it's good...."
Awkward silence.

"Uhhh... so do you like my house?"

Joe looked around and back at you.
"Yeah it's very nice and big! But I thought your house would have been more new because your dad's a CEO and all."
Awkward silence again.

"Well my father, said he wanted me to live in a normal environment... And He also likes these kinds of houses. I also think he likes the history of it too." You said.

"The history, oh... like you told me the other day about the murder?" He asked

"Yeah. It's weird. Living in a house where someone died in.... honestly I think it's haunted."
Joe started to snicker.
"Don't tell me... you believe in ghosts?"
"H-hey it's not like that! well I never did believe them before but lately I have been questioning there existent!"

"Why is that?" He asked.
Suddenly you both heard someone run up the stairs.
"What was that? Is someone else here?" Joe asked with suspicious eyes.
"I-I don't know? I'll go look..." You said scared. Getting up from the sofa.
"I'll go with you..." Joe said standing up.

You both walked towards the stairs and looked up. It was usually pitch black.
"Wait for me here okay?" You said.
You started to walk up the stairs, as you got up to the floor your door was open and it looked as though someone walked by.
Finding the courage in yourself you walked into your room.

To your surprise...

"Hey... who's that guy?"

"Tate! What the hell! What are you doing here?!" You shouted.

"Woah (y/n) there's no need to shout!"
Tate said pushing you against the wall with his hand on your mouth.
"I'm sorry... I wanted to surprise you. I didn't mean to scare you..."
He let go and your friend ran upstairs to see what was wrong.
"Are you okay?! I heard you yell." Joe said.
Joe realized Tate was there...
"Umm....Joe this is Tate, and yeah... why are you here Tate?"

Awkward silence....

"Who is he?" Joe asked.

"I could ask the same thing about you." Tate replied.
You stood there confused, you haven't seen Tate in a while and for him to show up suddenly was... well you couldn't explain it.
"Is he your boyfriend? Maybe I should go..."
Joe said walking out of the room.
Tate just watched him, he looked slightly annoyed.
"Wait don't go!" You said about to chase him.
Tate gently grabbed your arm.
"Why are you going to get him? If he wanted to leave just let him..."

You looked out your window to see Joe walking away.

"But he was my friend." You whispered.

You were dependent on Joe since school started. He was your only friend there. It's sad but true. The people there we're different from you and you could never befriend them. Tate realized your sadness. He started to have mix feelings. He wanted to comfort you and wanted to hate you for having that much interest in someone else.

"Forget about him...You don't need him."

"What...But he's..." You started say.
You started to wonder why you were so emotional right now. Somehow you started to tear up. Not for Joe. Maybe it was because Tate was there.
Tate took your hand and pulled you closer to him and hugged you tenderly.

"Don't feel bad, you have me."

Somehow the words echoed in your mind.

Reader p.o.v

When Tate said those words I started to feel a sudden bittersweet feeling. What was Tate to me? Did I really miss him this much while he disappeared for a week without saying anything? Am I this lonely?
I hugged Tate back but I hugged him a little tighter than he did.
"Where did you go? I missed you..." I said while my voice was muffled in his chest.

He started to hug me tighter.
"(Y/n)... I was always here." Tate said softly.
I didn't understand what he meant but, at the moment I didn't care.
"I really like you (y/n)... hugging you like this. It makes me happy." Tate said.
I looked up at him and I felt very happy.
He told me he liked me. I think, I like him too.
"Tate... I, I like you too."

After telling each other your feelings. He spent the rest of the day laying in bed talking with you. He said he was sorry for not seeing you without telling you.... He also said that he had a secret he didn't want to tell you.
When he left, you started to think about what that secret was...