Marry Me | NatePat

Chapter Four

"He's so adorable, Mark. He's got these fan fiction dark chocolate eyes and soft black hair that he puts up. His voice is so nice to listen to and he can sing. I mean sing. And he thinks I'm beautiful, Mark! My family was wrong! I'm beautiful and my soulmate is a boy!"

Matthew Patrick felt like he was walking on air as the days passed. He wasn't alone anymore, he had found who he was destined to be with.

The only issue was they hadn't talked to each other after finding out that they were soulmates. They were so nervous that they would mess something up and wouldn't be happy.

During the brunette's free period he roamed the halls, looking in on classes with a bit of interest when he heard an absolutely gorgeous voice singing from the choir room. Gently he peeked through the slightly cracked open door, his gaze falling on three boys standing in the middle of the room.

The boy in the middle was tall and blonde, Scott Hunter? Hoying? Hoying. He was moving his mouth but Matthew was completely engrossed with the main voice singing that he just moved on to the boy on the right, he was much shorter than Scott and had brown hair swept to the left side of his face. They were soulmates, he could tell by how tightly their hands were locked together and how proudly smiling the shorter boy looked at Scott.

What was his name? Max? Or was it Mitch? Mitch Grassi, that was his name. He was the only male tenor in the choir class, and damn was he good at what he did. He wasn't the one singing though, so Matthew turned his head to the boy on the left.

It was Nathan, pouring his heart and soul into the powerful notes of Sam Smith.

"You told me not to cry, when you were gone. But the feeling's overwhelming, it's much too strong," he took a barely noticeable breath, "can I lay by your side? Next to you, you. And make sure you're alright? I'll take care of you, and I don't want to be here if I can't be with you tonight.

"I'm reaching out to you, can you hear my call? This hurt that I've been through, I'm missing you, missing you like crazy. You told me not to cry when you were gone, but the feeling's overwhelming it's much too strong.

"Can I lay by your side? Next to you, next to you? And make sure you're alright? I'll take care of you, and I don't to be here if I can't be with you.

"To-o-night! Lay me down, tonight. Lay me by your side. Lay me do-o-wn tonight! Lay me by your side!" he was crying out, voice hitting every pitch so perfectly it brought tears to Matthew's eyes.

"Can I lay by your side? Next to you, next to you."

The choir applauded, all of them borderline crying as well. It was a gorgeous performance and with the band class concerts coming up, the choir concert would probably be soon as well. If Nathan would be there singing like that, he sure as hell would show up.

So entranced with what he just heard, Matthew didn't hear the bell ringing. It wasn't until he was getting trampled by tens of students did he notice it was time to go to the next class, but by then he was on the ground with a pain in his ribs and footprints on his short sleeved white button up.

"Matthew? Are you okay?" a vaguely familiar voice spoke, their ebony colored hair falling into their face as they kneeled down with their hand out, gripping Matthew's and pulling him up.

"I-uh, y-yeah," he blinked a few times, before gasping at the sight of Nathan, "hey! Oh uh, hi."

Nathan smiled shyly, "hey. Are you doing okay? You haven't really been talking to me and I hope I haven't done anything wrong."

"You haven't done anything wrong at all. I've just been really nervous, I didn't want to ruin anything and have us hating each other for the rest of our lives," Matthew admitted, not letting go of the shorter boy's hand, "your voice is beautiful."

"As are you, Matthew Patrick. But we need to get to math, come on," Nathan pulled his soulmate along, weaving through the crowd of people with a proud grin on his face. There was a certain look of sadness on one of the faces he passed, but he was too entranced with how perfectly Matthew's hand fit in his to notice the face's green hair.

He'd never been happier to walk into math, sitting in his assigned seat next to Matthew as the bell rung again to signify class beginning. Miss Conrad began exciting talking about the project, but the two students with their hands intertwined couldn't hear a single thing she was saying, as they were too busy shyly glancing at each other.

Minutes passed and the pink haired teacher hadn't stopped talking, but Matthew had started shivering in the cold room. Miss Conrad loved keeping it at freezing temperatures because it kept her awake and energetic, so she didn't really care to answer to complaints she got from students.

"Let go of my hand," Nathan whispered.

"Why?" Matthew felt a little hurt, but his face lit up with a bright smile at the sight of the ebony haired teenager slipping off his green hoodie and wrapping it around the brunette. Once he had fit his arms into the baggy sleeves, he felt a hand squeeze his once more.

"Warm?"

"Perfect," he sighed, resting his head against Nathan's shoulder, "just perfect."