Nate Maloley imagines

party hardy.

Request: Could you please do an imagine with Nate, where he's arguing with y/n about him partying way too much lately?

2:52am.

The bright red digits of the clock taunted me, setting itself as a reminder of how absent Nate has been as of late. I sighed, averting my gaze back onto my phone, which held no texts or anything of the like from my boyfriend. It wasn't always like this. In the beginning, he'd always be home on time, and we'd cuddle until we fell asleep. Now, it'd be a miracle just to have him home by midnight. I suppose things could be worse; I mean, at least I know where he's at. I wouldn't have minded him always coming home so late if he had been doing work, but the fact of the matter is that he wasn't working. He was partying.

3:30 came rolling around, and I was about ready to give up and go to sleep by myself when I heard the front door of the apartment opening. I saw the lights turn on outside from the crack under the door, and I waited expectantly for Nate to walk in. I heard a bunch of stumbling and quiet curses, giving me the impression that he was under the influence of something, probably multiple things.

Eventually Nate stumbled into our room, and I could tell he was trying to stay quiet, but he wasn't doing a very good job of it. He trod over to the bathroom and turned the light on in there, going in to get ready for bed. I sat up and contemplated for a while whether I should talk to him or not. I decided to do so, quietly padding into the bathroom as he was brushing his teeth. His brows rose as he saw me before he spit into the sink.

"Hey, lil' mama, what are you doing up?" Judging from his red eyes and the overwhelming smell of the bathroom, I could tell there was a mix of marijuana and alcohol in that head of his. I pursed my lips, crossing my arms as I leaned against the door frame.

"You were out late again." I said simply, and with the amount of times we've had this conversation, he knew right away what we were about to get into. He decided to finish brushing his teeth before continuing the conversation, wiping his face with a towel.

"Come on, babe. Do we have to do this now? I'm tired."

"Well you wouldn't be if you'd have come home earlier." I retorted, my face remaining neutral as I carefully observed his movements.

"Seriously? I don't wanna talk about this right now, Y/N. Let's just go to bed, and we can do it all tomorrow, alright?" I stood my ground, placing myself right in the middle of the doorway. I might not have been a great physical force, but it was better than not trying at all. With a heavy sigh, Nate rubbed harshly at his face, shaking his head. "No. We're not doing this shit. You either move or I'm carrying your ass to the bed myself." Still, I remained immobile. "Why you gotta be so damn stubborn?" He muttered before following through with his words and lifting me off the ground and moving me back onto the bed.

"You never wanna talk about this!" I complained, sitting up against the headboard and crossing my arms once again.

"Goodnight, Y/N." He grumbled, turning onto his side with his back facing me. Despite the lingering desire to discuss his recent habits, I knew he'd be out within minutes, and it was pointless right now. After a couple minutes, I finally laid down myself, turning the opposite way.

There was a different emptiness in the bed that night. I felt like Nate and I were growing so distant, and I was terrified of what the future held for our relationship. I had no idea what he even did at these parties other than what the boys put up on their Snapchat. For all I knew, he could be seeing another girl. I frowned at the thought, turning my head back to glance at him. I really didn't want this to be the reason that our relationship ended, so I hesitantly scooted over and snuggled my head against his back. He was already fast asleep at that point, thus I closed my eyes and forced myself to sleep.