Random Imagines

Late At Night (N.M.)

(My writing is a little rusty. I haven't finished anything new in quite a while and I'm surprised I finished this one in less than in hour. Anyways enjoy) :)

Nate Maloley (BSM)

Just imagine yourself around four thirty in the morning wide awake because of something that's bothering you. You're never someone that stays up late but for some reason this situation is bothering you to no end. You've had enough keeping your thoughts in your head so you grab your favorite blanket, swing your legs over the side of the bed and walk out of your bedroom.

You walk down the dark hall to your brother Nate's room, remembering he came home from LA for a while. You weren't sure why but your were happy that he was home. He was always the first person to help you when you had a problem. He knew you more than you knew yourself.

You twisted the knob and opened the door slightly. You poked your head in to see if he was sleeping. To your surprise he was. You'd expect him to be on his phone or something but he seemed to be dead asleep with slight snores coming from his mouth. He's always been a night owl.

You walk into the room and quietly shut the door.

"Nate," you whispered. "Nate?" You whispered again slowly inching towards his bed. "Nate?" You whisper a little louder this time now that you are at his bedside.

His eyes slowly open and he sits up slightly, "Y/N?" He pauses trying to wipe the tiredness from his eyes. Maybe your shouldn't have woken him. "What's wrong? You're never up this late.

Tears begin to pool in your eyes and you take a huge sniffle, hugging your blanket tighter around you.

"I-I," you try to stutter out but you can't seem to find the words.

Nate automatically knew and pulled up the covers for you to climb in with him.

Once you're settled in with him, you push yourself up against his warm chest and you can feel yourself just slowly getting tiered.

"We can talk about this later. Just get some rest," Nate whispers as he holds you tighter in his arms. He kisses the top of your head and you slowly fall asleep to the rhythm of your brother's heart and breathing against his chest.