Forever (Nathan Sykes FF)

Forgiven or Not

NATHAN'S POV:

I fucked up this time!! I don't know how she'll forgive me! Oh I'm such a fucking idiot!

I went and closed the door after she left. I stripped down into my boxers and laid in bed.

First night in the house and I lay here without Veronica. This hurts so fucking much.

VERONICA'S POV:

NEXT MORNING

Why am I here?! I did NOT sleep on the sofa last night with this soft blanket. It's sooo soft! Focus Veronica!

Oh yeah, I brought the blanket with me to the spare room since I was sleeping on the floor. All I remember is that I cried myself to sleep and yeah.

I went to the bathroom and saw my mascara still smeared and I had red puffy eyes. Damn it! My make up remover is upstairs in our bedroom...

"Woah!" Someone I bumped into exclaimed as I got out the bathroom. I looked up and saw Siva. He studied my face and gave me a weak smile.

"What's up?" He asked changing the subject. Ignoring my smeared mascara.

"Ugh... Nothing. I just wanted to know how did I end up on the sofa?" I questioned as we entered the kitchen.

"Oh... Actually I did. You looked really cold up there and uncomfortable so I brought you down to the sofa." Siva explained.

"How exactly..."

"Carried you." Seeve simply stated.

"But you were still crying in your sleep." He added. I could see the small glint of sadness in his eyes. Poor Seeve.

"Ugh!" I groaned.

"Ima go upstairs and remove the make up." I told him and ran up the stairs. One by one I started to slow down...

I heard light snores coming from each door except for our bedroom... God damn it.

I opened the door and saw Nathan sitting on the bed yawning.

"Sorry." I simply said, keeping my head down. I went over to the dresser, still keeping my head down. I heard shuffling and a belt. He's probably putting on pants.

I finally found my make up remover and turn around. Nathan was right infront of me. I can feel him breath and I looked down. Oh. He is wearing his pants with a belt.

I didn't say anything. I thought it was best for me not too. He took a finger under my chin and made me look at him.

He took his free hand and traced the smeared make up. I might look like a raccoon. He probably thinks how ugly and worthless I must be...

"Your beautiful." He spoke, quietly. I searched his eyes and saw pain.

"I'm also sorry that I said all those things yesterday. You have every right to be mad at me-" He rambled on but I quickly pecked his lips so he could shut up because frankly, I think he would take forever to finish.

"Nathan, it's fine." I gave him a weak smile.

"BREAKFAST IS READY." I heard someone yell from down stairs.

"We should-"

"I have to remove my make up... You go ahead." I smiled.

"You sure?"

"Ugh yeah. I'll be down there in a minute." I reassured him.

"Okay." He kissed my forehead slowly and left. I sighed and walked into the bathroom.