Nates pov
It was 1 in the in morning and y/n still wasnt back from hanging out with her friends. She knows how I feel whenever she comes back late. I dont support it. I get really frustrated. This happened a few weeks ago. She knows that I dont like it. But she continues to do it.
A drunk y/n stumbled into the house and interrupted me from my thoughts. "Why are you home so late?" I tried to stay calm. But it didn't work. "Why the fuck did you come home late. You know how I feel about that. You need to understand that. Your safety matters to me.
