Will I Ever Get It Right?

Will I Ever Get It Right? - Chapter 9

We stayed like that for a moment before we stepped apart. Nate saw I had a tear - stained face and traced his thumb lightly over the trails that were left behind. “What’s wrong, Aly?” he whispered. I could feel tears building up in my eyes and to stop them from falling, I stepped forward into his chest again. That was when they fell. They were soaking into his shirt and I felt like they wouldn’t stop. 

He gasped slightly and wrapped his arms securely around me and buried his face in my hair. “Come in, is everything ok?”

I shook my head and I could feel him grimace as he led me to his room down the hall. By the sounds of it he was home alone as well. When we got to his room I looked up and sniffed, taking it in. It smelt like him. I loved it. The walls were a cream colour with a nice bed in the corner and the normal bedroom furniture around the room. Desk, chest of draws, wardrobe. He even had a small en-suite of his own! In the middle of the room there was a large window with a windowsill that you could sit on and look out to his backyard.

He sat down on his windowsill and patted the spot next to him, indicating for me to sit down. I sniffed again and plopped down next to him. “I like your room… its cute.”  

I flashed him a half smile as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and said “Thanks, Al. But what’s wrong?”

I looked up at the ceiling and said “I’m so sorry Nate. I just… I hate how we have been fighting. And to be honest, I’ve completely forgotten why we have been anyways! I just-”

My efforts were cut off by him. He put his finger under my eye right as a tear fell. And another fell, and another. He scooted closer to me and kissed the tears away. Why was he doing this? We have been fighting for God’s sake. Or was it hurting him as much as it was hurting me?

I crawled over to him and sat on his lap, at the same time he took me into his arms and held me there, letting me soak my tears into his shirt. He was stroking my hair and murmuring soothing words. “It’s ok, Aly, it’s fine, shh, calm down.”

After about another 10 minutes of crying I had calmed down. God I am pathetic! I sniffed and rubbed my eyes, looking up at him and playing with the collar of his shirt absentmindedly. “So, do you remember why we have been fighting and not speaking to each other?”

He looked down before answering. “We had a fight over that stup- I mean, wonderful boyfriend of yours, Edward.” 

Just thinking about how I ended things between Edward and I, and the fact that reality had hit me was just too much. And the worst part was that Nate and I had a fight over something that he, in the end, was right about. I was too good for someone like that.

I must have looked deep in thought because Nate frowned slightly and touched my arm. “Aly, what;s wrong? Don’t you remember the stupid thing I said to you? It was all my fault I-” he sighed “I was in the wrong. I’m really happy for you two and-”

I swallowed my tears and tried to cut in and tell him what Edward had done to me in the first place and what happened. This was the reason that I had come over here in the first place! “Nate, wait. I have to tell-”

He placed a finger on my lips and shushed me. “No, no, no, hear me out. It’s not your fault and like I said, I am really happy for you two.” He shot me a half smile and said “You're my friend and I’m meant to support you.”

I laughed slightly. A humorless laugh at this whole situation. Here he was telling me how happy he was for us, when in reality, he was completely right about this whole situation. I looked up at him and said “Nate. I was trying to tell you just then, while you were going on about supporting me, that…” I stopped and looked down “That today Edward and I broke up. He was a complete ass to me and he wasn’t the one for me if he was treating me like he did. I… I’m sorry for doubting you when in actual fact you were right all along. You're one of my best friends now and I should’ve trusted you more.”