Nate Maloley Imagines

Someone else(N.M)

"Bro,have you seen my phone?"
It's not a pleasant mix;tiredness,being a little bit tipsy and just finishing a blunt.
It made him a bit frantic because he needs to call you.He hasn't spoken to you today,which he promised not to do during the tour,to go on a day without a phone call,or a face time or just a simple text.
"No,where'd you last put it?"
"Don't know.I used it before the show,I was—text Y/N—shouted Skate—"
Nobody could understand him now at this point,everything is jumbled up and he's mumbling while tiredly searching for his phone.
"Bro,you need to sleep."
And he did.
While she waited across the country for anything,her mind was screaming that it's nearly impossible.
It's 2 in the morning where he is and he's probably shitfaced right now,from the fatigue that's catching up on him.
And she doesn't mind.
But Nate was being unpredictable sometimes,and it's creeping on him now,that's what Y/N was thinking.
Y/N we need to talk.
Yeah,sure.You okay?
I'm having a hard time..
About?
Us.
Her heart is in her throat when he said that.
What?
I'm having a hard time with us,okay? I can't focus on tour.I just want my focus to be back,without having to worry about someone at home waiting for me okay?
So I'm just someone waiting for you? Just someone who's dragging you on? I thought I was your fucking girlfriend,who you promised to see after 2 months,and now you want us to end?
Just fucking stop being whiny okay? I want us done,so we're done.
Nate please,don't fucking do this on text.
Well,I don't fucking care.We're done.
Nate please.
"You fucking promise,you fucking bitch."
It's true.
Before going on tour,a week prior to be exact,the bastard promised to come back to her,to come back that whole and hers only.
"Don't worry,ma.When I come back,we're going to be locked up in this room for fucking days making up for all the lost time."
While peppering kisses down her neck.
She just wishes that she could turn back to what they were before the tour.
Her phone vibrated,the text she was expecting was not a text at all.
@skatemaloley:When someone is only in it for the money.
Their conversation from earlier on was posted.
She was not in it for the money and she'll never would be.She loved him for everything he is,she doesn't care what comes with him,the hate,the fans,all of it,all she needs and wants is him.
Clearly it's not same for him.

"What the actual fuck."
Derek was the first one to see it,he doesn't know what the hell Nate is trying to do.Clearly he is on something when he did this,and he knows that no matter how much Nate smoked,his head is not so cracked to do this type of stupidity.
He stomped his way towards Nate's bunk,trying not to stumble through shit and not to fall to the motion of the tour bus.
He ripped open the curtains and he thought he would see him scrolling through his phone with a smirk on his face and a blunt on his hand.
But Nate was asleep.
That's when it all made sense;
"Bro,have you seen my phone?"
"No,where'd you last put it?"
"Don't know.I used it before the show,I was—text Y/N—shouted Skate—" 
"Nate,wake up! You have a problem."
It took a few shooks for him to open his eyes,Derek's shouting was took in a few moments when his eyes flew open.
What the fuck does he wants?
"Nate,you need to fucking get up,there's an emergency."
"Is the bus on fucking fire? C'mon it's 3 in the morning let me sleep."
"Something happened with Y/N,and it's not fucking pretty,you need to wake the fuck up."
"What the fuck happened?"
He was definitely awake when Derek mentioned her name.
Anything that might have happened to her,he was accountable.They begged Y/N's parents about living with him,and he promised them that if anything happens to her,it's his fault.
"When was the last time you spoke to her?"
"Last night."
That doesn't make sense.
"Did you get in a fight?"
"Fuck no.Where are you going with this?"
"Where's your phone?"
"Can't find it since the show."
Swazz came rushing in with his phone clutched in his hands and judging by the look on his face,he saw it too.
"You're a dumb fuck if you did it."
"You fucking broke up with Y/N,then you posted it on twitter,then you fucking called her a bitch? Skate what the hell are you doing?"
He has never been this confused and heartbroken the same time.
He would never do that kind of stupid shit.
"Someone got his phone."
"Fuck."

She woke up to the sound of her phone beeping and vibrating to no end.
It's an unknown number.
Along with his friends.
What more could they want?
She was dumped and humiliated,people seeing that tweet,and thinking how much of a gold digger she is.
Her phone is buzzing with Swazz's name on it.
"What do you want?"
"Y/N listen to me—"
"If you're calling me to make excuses to what Nate did,just fucking forget it okay? Hazy minds reveal sober fucking thought,so please—"
"Y/N listen to me first,it wasn't him."
She rolled her eyes at that excuse.
"Yeah,totally,that's not him,it's his drunk self."
"Y/N please just—"
She doesn't want their excuses anymore,she doesn't want their pity.From the start they were the people who always mended the two of them,since the day they met Y/N they always made sure that every fight was talked out,and ended with both of them with a sorry.
But sadly this one can't be mended by their friends,
It can't be mended at all.

"What did she say?"
"She thought that you were stoned and that's why you did it."
Fuck.
He was too far away to go to her,that's the reality,but that's all that he wanted to do.
And that's also all what he can't do.
"I'm going to call her."
"Nate she doesn't want to talk any of us,she thought that we're with you and that you're stoned and that we're making excuses for you."
He flew out the next day.
And that 4 hours in the plane,all he prayed that you haven't packed your bags and left,he is praying that when he steps in your flat,you're still there and you'd be crying on the couch and he would be there for you and explain that everything that went down was all a lie and he doesn't have anything to do with it.
His prayers were answered when he walked in.
You were in the middle of packing your bags,probably thinking what's yours and what's his.
"Y/N?"
He saw how wrecked she is,how much it broke her down.
"Don't you have a show tonight? Or are you going to get your things?"
He hates it how much she's trying to put him away,to pack him away from her,to keep him away from her.
Whenever she gets into a fight,she does this,she freezes him out and he swears every time they make up he's glad that he didn't die of frostbite.
"Please just let me explain everything."
"You don't need to explain what you feel,Nathan."
"That's not what I feel,okay?"
She scoffed and turned her back on him,she got back on rummaging through their closet trying to find more of her belongings.
"Please you need to listen to me,It's not me okay?"
"Yeah,it was the stoned you."
"It wasn't me okay? It was some fan or I don't know who is it,but I wasn't me,they took my phone from the backstage while I was doing the show! Then when I came back to the tour bus when I was supposed to call you,I can't find it then out of tiredness I fucking fell asleep,then when I woke up,Swazz told me everything!"
"Then what's in your pocket a matchbox?"
"I bought a new one last night to call you,if you wanna check,it has nothing in it yet."
He threw the new phone on their bed and she hesitantly picked it up,he was right,there was nothing in there.
"Did you find out who it was?"
"No.But I swear to you Y/N it wasn't me,someone used my phone."
She threw the hanger that she was holding,hitting him in the chest.
"What the fuck Y/N?!"
He thought she already forgave him.
"I fucking cried all night because of you,this whole building almost burned down because of you,fuck you Nathan,don't do that to me again."
He laughed then came near her,that's when he noticed the tear stains left from the night or morning before,her cheeks were red from all the crying.
He wouldn't let someone else drive a wedge between them ever again.
And he silently proved it to her,he kissed her.
Then she kissed him back.

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