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You're my girl and I love you (Nate Maloley)

"Babe, let's go already!" I hear Nate shout from the living room. I quickly grab my phone and headed down the stairs to meet him.

"Sorry, I'm here, I'm here. We can go now," I giggled.

Nate grabs his car keys and we both head out the door to Nash's new house for a little get together with the rest of the boys. Nate's phone goes off and there's a text message from one of his friends. "Can you see what it says?" Nate asked, his eye fixated on the road.

I nod my head and grab his phone, which was connected to the stereo via a purple and black aux cord. "Can you stop by the store and buy another bag of ice before coming over? The amount I bought isn't enough. I'll pay you back, I promise." I read aloud Nash's text to him.

I look at Nate who just nods his head. "Tell him alright." I comply to his demands and tapped away on his phone. I set his phone in one of the cup holders and enjoyed the music that was being played.

We finally get to the grocery store, which was packed. Nate grabs my hand and leads me around the store. We pick up a bag of ice and paid for it. On our way back to the car, Nate slings his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him, holding the bag of ice with his free hand. I see another couple walking towards us, who stared both of us down. I thought nothing of it until a racial slur left his lips, thinking we wouldn't hear it.

"Excuse me?" I hear Nate say in defense. "What did you just say about my girlfriend?" He taunted. My eyes widen at the thought that Nate would fight this guy right here, in the parking lot, in front of other people.

"Nothing man, I was just saying that-" he tried to repeat the words, but the girl he was with, I'm assuming his girlfriend, stopped him from repeating anything.

"Don't. It was bad enough that you said it the first time. Don't say it again." She warned, but the guy blew her off.

"I can say whatever I want. It's America, freedom of speech." He preached and Nate pursed his lips and shook his head.

"Stop it." His girlfriend warned again. "We'll just be going. I'm sorry." She apologized and tried to scurry off but her boyfriend was persistent to put mine and Nate's interracial relationship down.

"I don't know how you can be in a relationship with a white man, knowing his race treated yours like shit. It's true when they say black women have no respect for themselves," he laughed and his words cut deep. I hear the bag of ice drop and Nate is face to face with the guy. His hands formed a fist and Nate was ready to beat the shit out of this guy.

"Nate, stop." I tried pulling him back, but it was no use.

"Are you gonna hit me?" The guy mocked. His girlfriend tried pulling him back, but being the stubborn misogynistic and racist asshole he was, he didn't listen.

"I just might." Nate said through clenched teeth. I see his jaw clench and his muscles tense up. Under any other circumstances, I would be turned on by the sight, but I was afraid he would kill his dude.

"Do it. Let's see you fucking try." The guy shoved Nate back and I knew this wasn't going to be pretty. I took my opportunity to stop Nate again by talking him out of doing anything he'd regret, but the guy insisted on calling me Nate's whore which enraged him even more. He pushed me out of the way and shoved the guy right back, which he didn't like. The next thing I knew, punches were being thrown, blood was definitely dripping, and bruises were going to be prominent later that day. It got to the point where the girl and I couldn't get them off each other, so two other random guys had to break up the fight.

"You're weak as fuck!" Nate yelled out as he brushed off any dirt on his clothing.

"Nate, stop. Let's just go." At this point, I was pretty pissed. "NOW!" This was the first time in a long time I raised my voice at him and I didn't like it. He didn't like it, but it made him listen. I picked up the bag of ice off the ground, took him by his hand, and led him to the car. From a distance, I could hear the guy and his girlfriend arguing. "You can't sue him you fucking idiot! You shoved him first and you threw the first punch! You're lucky if he doesn't sue you!" I hear her scold as she threw her hands in the air out of frustration before walking away. I open the trunk of the car and Nate gets into the drivers seat, checking his cuts in the rearview mirror. I get into the passengers seat without saying a word; half of me wanted to punch Nate myself for getting into a fight but the other half of me wanted to hug him and kiss him all over for defending me, but instead I just sat there. We drove to Nash's house in silence and once we got there, I finally spoke up.

"Let's get inside and clean you up," I told him.

He simply nods his head and we both get out of the car. He takes the bag of ice out of the trunk and we quickly head to the front door before the ice melted from the California heat. I knock on the door because I knew Nate's knuckles weren't looking so great. We were greeted by Sam, whose eyes widen at the sight of Nate's cuts.

"Woah, what happened?" Sam asked, half concerned and half amused.

"He got into a fight." I state. "Does Nash have a first aid kit I can borrow?" I asked as we both walked into the house. Nate hands Sam the bag of ice and he carries it into the kitchen.

"Yo, Nash do you have a first aid kit?" Sam yells out. Nash joins us from upstairs and he lets out a half laugh, half gasp.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asks.

"He got into a fight because of me." I tell him with a straight face. "Do you have a first aid kit?" I repeated again.

"Yeah, it's in the bathroom." He tells me.

I look at Nate who heads upstairs first. I follow him up the stairs and into the bathroom. I searched for the kit and gathered everything else I needed to help tend to his wounds. Once I found what I was looking for, Nate sits on top the counter next to the sink. I run a washcloth under warm water and carefully dabbed it above his perfectly shaped eyebrow, cleaning away the semi-dried blood. I repeat my actions for the blood that dripped off the side of his mouth and his knuckles. I quickly clean out the cut above his eyebrow with the necessary items then put a bandaid on it. I bandage up any other cut he may have had and when I was done, he pulled me closer to his body.

"Did I hurt you when I shoved you?" He asked, worried that his anger might have had taken a toll on me. I shake my head and he places a kiss on my forehead knowing I couldn't be mad at him if he did that. He pulled me in for a hug and I allowed him.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't let that guy get away with that. I won't allow anyone to talk to you like that, ever." He tells me as he gently stroked my back.

"I know, thank you." I mutter into his shoulder.

"Don't think for a second that this is your fault, okay? And I really hope that you don't believe a single word that motherfucker said."

I don't respond and Nate pulls back from the embrace.

"Y/N...please. I don't care what race you are. I don't give a shit about how you look. I fell in love with your confidence, so where's that confidence, huh? You're absolutely beautiful. You're stunning. You're my girl and I love you." His words made my heart pound against my ribcage. He was right. I shouldn't care what anyone says because Nate loves me and on top of that, I love myself. I pull him into a kiss and he gladly deeps in, our tongues battling for dominance and his pulling me closer than I already am.

"Hey, yo, you guys coming down or - oh shit my bad bro!" Sam exclaims as he quickly turned around after seeing us. Nate and I pull apart, his hands still wrapped around my waist.

"It's okay, Sammy. We'll be down in a minute." I turn my head to see his back facing us in the doorway and I feel Nate give my neck a sensual kiss. Sam leaves and I break away from Nate's arms.

"Let's go downstairs." I take his hand and he jumps off the counter. He shuts off the bathroom lights and we join the rest of the group downstairs.