Soul Nate

It Shows

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*Still Nate's POV*

"Right, gotta talk to you."

Nate looked up from where he was observing his coffee as Rachel stood in front of him.

He obediently got up and followed her into their bedroom.

Rachel sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"Nate... I know."

He raised an eyebrow. "Know what?"

"I know, okay? I know you like Amy."

His world stopped spinning.

 "You... you do?"

She nodded, sighing.

He stayed silent. "Do you.... I..."

She looked up meeting, his gaze levelly. "I think it's best if we break up."

He swallowed, not sure what to say. If he should say no, it's not best, if he should agree, if he should kiss her and try to change her mind.

Instead he nodded.

Her face fell.

So maybe that;s not what he was supposed to say, but his throat was really dry as she stood up, the couch creaking and the door clicking shut behind her.

He rested his head in his hands and wondered what the hell he should do now.

*

*Amy's POV*

"Wait what?"

Nattie came over from whatever he was doing in my kitchen. "Nate and Rachel broke up."

My eyes widened. "Really? Why?"

"He didn't say."

I bit my lip. "This isn't gonna be good."

"No," Nattie agreed, resting his head against my forearm. "There's gonna be some serious changes around here."

I wrinkled my nose. "Change."

He poked my nose. "Your nose is cute when it's all crinkled. And look who likes routine now!'

I blushed and swatted his hand aside. "Yeah but, this is big change. Like, huge. Who initiated it?"

"Nate said it was complicated."

I squinted. "God, I hope it was mutual."

Nattie shrugged. "I hope so too. Or one of them is gonna be pretty torn up about it."

"Yeah."

"I mean, it's been what, a year?"

"You've known them for like, five years! It's been two years, Nattie, gosh."

"Well excuse me. But yeah... man this isn't gonna be good."

He was right.

It wasn't.

**

"Amy?" 

I looked up. Nate was standing in the door of my apartment, dripping wet from the torrential rain and looking anxious.

"Hey," I said, smiling. "What's up?"

"I-I gotta tell y-you something," he began, shivering.

"Nate, you're freezing. You should take a shower or something. I'm pretty sure there's some dry clothes Nattie's here somewhere you could borrow."

He grinned at me. "Thanks, Ame."

"'Course."

Half an hour later, Nate was drinking coffee with me on the couch, now dry and warm.

I turned off the TV and faced him. "So what was it you wanted to tell me?"

He bit his lip. "Uh..."

I waited.

"You see.... IkindofhavefeelingsforyoulikeI'mkindofinlovewithyou."

I blinked. "What?"

He took a breath. "I... am... kind of in love with you."

My eyes widened. "What?" 

"Look, I'm sorry. I don't..."

"Hey," I interrupted. "Um... I think I need some time to think."

Nate nodded. "Okay. Um... bye Amy." He gave me a quick hug and was out the door.

I collapsed on the couch.

Why? Just... why?

If Nate hadn't said anything, had just let it be, I wouldn't see all that we could have. 

I noticed.

I noticed the lasting looks and lingering touches, the tone of voice he used to talk to me, the protectiveness, the hurt in his eyes when I took Nattie's hand.

Not only did I notice, but I felt it too.

I felt the heat when his gaze drifted to me, the sparks when his hand brushed mine. I felt the same kind of hurt he did when I saw him kiss Rachel.

And now that he had brought it up, I could see it all.

I could see how we would spend long nights in the studio, me watching him as he sang and giggling and messing around with the microphones. I could see moving in with Nate, waking up every morning to him singing in the shower, smelling coffee and knowing I'd wake up the same tomorrow.

It wouldn't be like it was with Nattie, deep and hard and a little bit crazy, a little bit out of control. It would be a 'forever' sort of thing, the kind where we would exchange secret smiles and he'd write songs to me, the kind that was sweet and lasting and long. The kind I could so, so easily get used to.

I didn't know what to do.

I banged my head against the table and wished someone could help me. My mother, maybe, oh but she lived all the way in Seattle and my older sister was busy in Texas with her husband, and they'd probably tell me to go for Nate, knowing what they knew of Nattie.

But they couldn't understand, because Nattie was Nattie. He would always be Nattie, who liked to pretend emotions didn't exist and loved rain, who argued with me non-stop but always ended it with something like 'I love you' or 'you know, your eyes look like chocolate right now'. And we would always have that, the thing we've had for months now.

And on one side was Nate, with blond streaked brown hair that went a little crazy sometimes and a beautiful voice and who loved to write songs, and would carry me around New York if I asked him too and eyes the color of the sky.

And on the other was Nattie, and his dark brown hair that was always, always falling to one side and I'd always, always have to fix and who loved to argue and hated change, and awkwardly tried to seduce me in a quaint little coffeeshop I had wanted to marry.

I was lost, and I didn't know what to do.

Nate or Nattie?

a/n

GUYS NATE OR NATTIE