Nate Maloley Imagines

Morning

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The feeling of fingers trailing up your spine was the thing that roused you awake, one eye opening slowly as you squinted at the soft rays of sun peeking in through the curtains.
"Mornin'." You hummed in response to Nate's  raspy morning voice, choosing to bury your face into the crook of his neck. He was always so nice and warm - Kind of like a human furnace, if that made any sense.
"Were you watching me sleep?" You spoke up after a couple seconds, pulling away to raise an eyebrow at him as you propped yourself up on an elbow.
"Me? Psh, no.." Nate teased, waving you off before promptly pulling you towards him once again.
It had been like this for the past few months. You weren't technically in a relationship with Nate . After all, he was the one who said he wasn't looking for anything serious at the moment. Sure, you were disappointed at the beginning, but it wasn't like you could do anything about it.
Of course, things began to change after the first month. Instead of leaving right after your cheeky little 'activities', Nate would insist that you spend the night. If you weren't too tired, he'd even force you to wear one of his shirts so you wouldn't get too cold. You'd wake up in the morning either snuggled up to him, or you'd wake up to the smell of pancakes and the sound of crackling bacon.
"What time is it?" You suddenly remembered that damn 8 o' clock history class you had, your head turning in search of the clock. It was 7:50. "Shit! I have to go!" You gasped, practically leaping off the bed after throwing the blankets onto Nate.
"Y/N-"
"It's going to take at least twenty minutes to walk there, fifteen if I walk.. And I don't have any money for a cab." You thought out loud, nearly toppling over as you attempted to slink into your skinny jeans. "Why didn't you wake me?" You whined, grabbing your watch off the counter and clasping it around your wrist.
"Cos you look adorable when you're sleeping." Nate cooed, running a hand through his hair as he watched you stumble around the room trying to get ready as quickly as possible. "And-"
"I'm sorry, I'm not blaming you - I thought I set an alarm, but I guess I was too caught up with yesterday that I forgot! My professor already hates me, I can't be lat-"
"I can drive you, love!" Nate finally got a chance to say something, getting out of bed before stretching his limbs out.
"You- Why would you want to do that? Don't you have a breakfast meeting to go to?" You laughed lightly, bending down to tie your laces. You squeaked as you felt Nate give you a swat on the bum before reaching in the drawers for a shirt.
"Sure, but as your boyfriend, I'm obligated to-"
"Boyfriend?" You stood up, staring at Nate in a mix of shock and surprise. Boyfriend? You remembered when he told you he didn't want to be in a relationship and now..
"Mhm. Boyfriend." Nate breathed out, the two of you locking gazes before a shy smile grew on Nate's face. "And.. you're my girlfriend?"
"I.. Yeah." Heat rose to your cheeks as you processed what the hell just happened. "I'm your girlfriend."
"Good." And then you remembered - You were in a rush!
"C'mon then, boyfriend! I've got a history class to get to."
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