NateWantsToBattle One Shots/Imagines (DISCONTINUED)

•Don't•

Nates POV

I met this girl late last year
She said, "Don't you worry if I disappear." I told her I'm not really looking for another mistake

Why couldn't finding a place to eat in Los Angeles be easier? Because life hates me. That's what I've decided and what I will not leave alone. It's weird, bit I feel like every time I try to go out to eat in town, I can never find a place to eat, and when I do, they're full or closed.

I continued to walk down the sidewalk, looking to my left and right to see if I could find a place to eat. I wasn't paying attention and ran into someone or something and fell on the sidewalk.

I looked up and saw that a girl was standing in front of me with her arms crossed. She was pretty, but at the moment she looked pissed off.

"Hey." I said as nicley as I could while trying not to act afraid.

"Hi." She said, not showing any signs of fear, but a lot of signs of being pissed off.

"I'm so sorry I bumped into you." I tell her, getting up from the ground.

"Don't worry about it. I don't mind."

"Name's Nate." I sat, extending a hand out to her.

"Y/N," she smiled as she grabbed my hand and shook it. "Hey, you wanna go on a date sometime."

"Uh...seems a little too soon for that."

"Nonsense! We'll get lunch right now!"

"Fine. Only because I'm hungry."

"Good." She grabbed my and yanked me into the nearest resturant.

"Hi." Y/N greeted to a waitor. "Table for two."

"Sorry lady, we full." The waitor responded.

"Bullshit!" Y/N yelled as she walked to an empty table over in the back. She sat down in a seat and smirked. "Now you're full. Menu's please."

I laughed and sat down in the seat next to her.

"You stick with me, and I'll get you into any resturant your little heart desires." Y/N smiled.

"Sounds like a plan."

"Yeah, but don't you worry if I disappear."

"I'm not really looking for another mistake. I've made a lot of mistakes with a lot of girls. But you, I might consider twice."

"Funny."
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I called an old friend thinking that the trouble would wait

A few days later, I was in my hotel room, checking Twitter, until I got an idea to call my friend, Jack, who was an expert on getting and keeping girlfriends.

I dialed his number, and waited for him to answer

"Hello?" I heard his Irish accent say on the other end of the line.

"Hey, Jack, it's Nate." I greeted. "I need some help."

"Oh, hey Nate! Why can I do for ya?"

"I got a girlfriend a few days ago and I need some help on how to keep her."

"Oh, nice man. What's her name?"

"Y/N L/N."

As soon as I said that, it was silent for a few seconds.

"Y/N?" Jack finally said. "You're dating Y/N?"

"Yeah." I said, a little scared now. "Why?"

"Nate, I'm warning you-" Jack was cut off by my door knocking and a female voice.