NateWantsToBattle x Reader

Don't leave me too...

Warning! This part has self harm and depression in it. If you are sensitive please refrain from reading the 5th paragraph. If your fine with it keep on reading.

Your P.O.V

"N-Nate... I'm sorry.. for some reason I feel like I caused this, this happened when you were nice and invited me here.." tears go down your face, you feel so bad for him, you have lost everything and... so has Nathan.

Nate's P.O.V

"No it isn't Y/N... I'm calling my dad maybe my mum forgot her phone" I say, smiling with the only hope I have left. "D-dad are you there? please pick up don't be gone to-" the phone goes onto voice mail, I twitch. "Maybe... there just out and didn't bring their phones? maybe their going come back tomorrow?" Y/N tells me. I smile, hoping that's the reason they didn't pick up. "Thank... you Y/N for saying that, I hope it is the reason"

Your P.O.V

I look around trying to understand the layout of the house. I pick up Nate, he isn't that heavy. You carry him into his room. "I'll just sleep on the ground..." I tell him. "No. Don't, sleep with me I don't want to be alone" Nate says, trying to stay stable. "O-okay Nate" I say as I get in his bed, we go to sleep.

The next morning

I wake up, I haven't been able to have a good sleep like that in years, Wait. Why is Nate cuddling up to me am I dreaming still?. I remember last night, I get a pillow and sneak out of Nate's arms and put the pillow in his arms so he still thinks I'm there. I look out the door and the house is empty, I check outside and there is just fog. "Strange, why is there fog?" I whisper to myself. I close the door and Nate runs up faster than I could ever run. "Mu- Oh..... I guess they really are gone..." Nate's excitement turns into the most depressed face I've ever seen. It breaks my heart to see him like this. "Nate... I'm so sorry..." I tell him as I put an arm around him. He latches onto me and cries on my shoulder. I pat his back as he lets it all out, "Its okay Nate... I lost my parents too... I know how you feel right now..." you tell him. When he stops crying he looks at me. "Y-Y/N... Please... don't leave... me... too..."

The Funeral

You and Nate have gotten closer, you have a huge crush on him but you think he just finds you as a good friend. Your at Nate's parent's funeral, your both dressed in black, even though you haven't seen them you feel horrible. When the funeral ends Nate is gone, you cant find him, you go to his home. he had let you move in and stay there. You hear metal clang in the bathroom. You rush in and see Nate passed out from blood loss with cuts on his wrist, your razor blade that you, 'said' you had to help you make things with wood, which you do but its not the whole truth. You pick up Nate and rush and use the first aid on him, you know how to use it but the wounds are real bad. And I mean real bad. You call the emergency number and you hear an ambulance in the distance. "Nate please stay with me" you thought. Next thing you know you are in a hospital pacing up and down the hall also tying not to bump into people. "Ms L/N?" a man says, you run up to him. "oh my god is he alright is he dead please don't tell me his de-" you talk so fast none of your words made sense. "No, your boyfriend is alive and well. Yet he seems he really wants to see you" He tells you. "W-were not together, were j-just friends" you stutter. "Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't know" The man says embarrassed about his mistake. You make your way to Nate's room and pop your head through. "Nate?" you say with a smile, "Your allowed out now!" your smile gets bigger. He smiles back and gets up, rubs his arm, and hugs you. "P-please... don't do that... again..." You tell him. "Why...?" he asks, you blush but then try to calm yourself down because you were going to tell him this to him because it has been piling up on you. But Nate lets go and breathes in holding your hands and he opens his mouth to say...

A/N

Thats the end of this chaper huehuehue you mad bro? but I will update this following with my Carl x Reader