Imagines ✧ OGOC & Magcon | DISCONTINUED

N.M - Changes.

• Could I get a Nate imagine where the reader is tired of him being high all the time so she confronts him about and they end up fighting but it ends all cute and shit

-- Y/N's POV --

The clocks calls eleven, then twelve, then one and before I know it, four - in the morning. Finally, the door is forced open and my boyfriend of five years strolls in, giggling quietly to himself.

"Nate, come here please." I call from the living room, hating the fact I sound like his mother - I shouldn't have to.

"Baby I missed you so much," he giggles, falling down onto the couch next to me, laying his head on my lap. "Aw you're so snuggly Y/N, like a big teddy bear, you're my lil' teddy bear baby."

He pushes himself up the couch and twists me around so we're both laying down and he's laying on top of me. Nate's hand travels down towards my shorts, whilst he sucks on my neck and kisses the spot afterwards. "Nate no, get off." I tell him, pulling his hand out of my shorts.

He's high. He's horny. I'm pissed off. I'm tired.

"But I want you bab-"

"Get the fuck off me," I snap. He lifts his head, revealing his blood shot eyes and furrowed eyebrows. Slowly but surely, he picks himself up and sits between my legs. "It's getting past pathetic now, Nate," I start, fixing my shorts and t-shirt. "You're always high, I can't remember the last time you were sober. You're always with the guys, getting high, you promised we'd have a night to ourselves...I've waited on this fucking couch since 6pm and it's now 4 in the fucking morning. I'm sick and tired of this shit Nate, either sort yourself out or I'm gone. I didn't fall in love with this Nate in front of me, my Nate doesn't even exist anymore," I hold back the tears and push myself up to my feet before standing there for some minutes.

I scoff when he doesn't reply, just sits there. "I'm fucking done, Nate, and if you think you're sleeping upstairs you can think again."

Shaking my head, I walk out of the room and upstairs to bed.

* * *

Hours later, the light of day shines into the room and wakes me up...as well as Nate's quiet voice. "Y/N, Y/N wake up please, baby."

I open my eyes and see him crouched down beside the bed. "What?" I ask.

"Look I'm sorry okay? I fucked up, big time, and I was too high to realise it last night," he explains, lifting his hand to stroke his fingers over my cheek. "Hopefully, if you let me, I can make it up to you...if you come downstairs."

I nod my head and climb out of bed, he waits for me to put some pants on before leading me downstairs. When we eventually reach the living room, I see a photo album on the coffee table, a large bouquet of red roses beside it with a bunch of balloons trapped by the ceiling.

I sit down in front of the photo album and open it, letting a smile appear on my face when I see a picture of Nate and I when we were younger. Before we got together we were best friends since kindergarten. Turning the page, my smile brightens once I see another picture, years later from the last, of Nate pushing me on a swing in our favourite park on the day he asked me to be his girlfriend. "Nate-"

"That was the day I realised you meant everything to me, you still do. I've been a fool Y/N, for ages and now I'm just realising it. I'm so sorry, I'm such an asshole to you and I just want you to know that I'm gonna' change, I'm gonna be the Nate you fell in love with," he crouched down in front of me and holds my hands. "The thought of you leaving scared me to death Y/N, I cried myself to sleep after you said that, I've never cried so much in my life..and you know how I can be."

I lift my hand up and run my fingers through his knotted hair. "Nate I didn't mean it, I was just mad."

"And you have every right to be, I love you so so much Y/N, I never want to lose you," he sighs, leaning into my comfort to hug me. "Imma' be a better boyfriend, I ain't getting high no more."

"I'm not completely stopping you, but it was every single night Nate, I was so sick and tired of it." I tell him, stroking his hair.

"I know, baby, I'm so sorry too. I told the guys and they're gonna' support it, even if I beg them for a joint." I chuckle and kiss the top of his head.

"I love you, Nate."

"I love you too lil' mama."