Concert Vibes || Natewantstobattle / Nathan Sharp

Chapter 12

Your eyes fluttered open gently. You squinted at the light coming through the shades in Nate's room. You closed your eyes again and reached for Nate, or at the least, blankets. He kept his apartment much colder than you remembered. You were hoping to feel Nate's body, ready to pull yourself close to him for warmth. Yet all you felt was cold. You pouted to yourself, realizing he wasn't next to you. You sat up. Looking around, you looked at his clock that sat on his nightstand. 9:32. Yeesh, that was pretty late, even for you. You stretched and grabbed for your phone. Realizing you probably left it in the living room where you were last night, you walked out of his room, yawning. Then a sudden scent filled your nose. Was that bacon? You felt your stomach, growling as if it were a cue. You also heard music playing; and someone was singing along. Was it Paramore? Walking towards where his kitchen was, you walked into a marvelous scene. You were frozen with pure adoration

Nate was dancing around singing still into you by Paramore shirtless. You assumed he was making bacon or eggs, whatever was in the pan. The smell of bacon was dissipating. He stopped dead in his tracks when he realized you saw him. His face became red with embarrassment as he put some eggs onto a plate.

"Hey, (Y/N), how'd you sleep?" he asked sheepishly. You giggled, walking over and grabbing a piece of bacon and taking a bite.

"Wonderful after seeing you dancing. Wish I had my phone to record that," you said giggling. He took the bacon you were about to place into your mouth and ate it himself. You cross your arms, giving him a fake pouty face. He smiled as he swallowed the piece. You shook your head, walking back into the living room to see if you left your phone there. Sure enough, it was still on the coffee table where you left it the night before. Grabbing it, you walked back. Nate set a plate on the other side of his dining table, smiling at you.

"Take what you want (Y/N), I definitely made enough," he said smiling at you. You look at the plates of different foods. Bacon, eggs, potatoes, and toast take up the plates. Picking up your own, you fill it with some of everything. Once you settled back into your chair, you looked up at him with a smile spread across your lips.

"Thank you, Nate. Can't wait to dig in," you said, taking a bite of the eggs. Delicious. You looked up at him as you both share a giggle. Once you swallowed, you looked at him. "Nate, I wanted to ask you about last night," you started, and you saw his face begin to turn red. You weren't sure if it was because of embarrassment or just thinking about what happened the night before. He looked up with a sheepish smile on his face, but then it disappeared.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry about last night. I... I know that you don't want to be together. I'm just sorry I keep making you so uncomfortable," he said finally after a couple of minutes. But the words that came out of his mouth were bizarre, where in the world did you not liking him come into his brain?

"Nate, what? I do want to be with you. I... I just don't know about certain things. I have to figure something out first," you said. God you were so bad at trying to explain yourself. Your self-diagnosed stupidity was correct, because he only began to frown more.

"What? What do you need to figure out? (Y/N)... you're just leading me on, huh?" he said, almost feeling his heart swell with sorrow as the words left his lips you furrowed your brows, starting to get annoyed. There was never a time you were leading this boy on. The frown stayed prominent on both of your faces as you began to talk.

"Nate! I'm not leading you on. I really like you, honestly. Things for me right now are just... complicated. They're overwhelming and it's too bothersome for me to tell you," You said. You didn't want to tell him you knew about the thing Mark had for you. You didn't want to start anything between the two, and you definitely didn't want to break Mark's heart like that. Mark was one of your closest friends, and if he liked you as much as everyone has been hinting to you? Nope. You couldn't break his heart like that. You definitely aren't a heartbreaker. Mark meant the world to you. If you did that to him, would he even forgive you? Nate stayed upset. You saw the slight angles to his brows now.

"Why can't you tell me what's going on then?" he asks, crossing his arms. This is the last thing you wanted. You didn't want to argue with him about something so dumb. You shake your head, looking at him with sincere eyes. You weren't a heartbreaker. You didn't want to hurt Nate like this. You didn't want to mess this up with him.

"Nate, it's really personal and I don't feel comfortable talking about it... please, lets just drop it. Okay?" you say with the most sincerity you could use. He realized he was raising his voice, and he pulled back. He frowned at you but sighed, after a minute of awkward silence.

"Alright, I'm sorry. I just," he stops for a moment, glancing at you then back down at his food.. It was probably cold by this time, but he still picked at it like he was going to eat some of it. He was searching for words for about thirty seconds before talking again. "I just don't want you to find someone else. Someone else... Better," he finishes, coming close to faltering on his last words. You gave him a reassuring smile.

"I like you, I promise that. I want to be with you. The timing is just a little off. I swear," You say. He smiled at you, and then you both began to giggle at your shared stupidity. Of course you both liked each other. It was obvious! You were both just a little more than scared. Especially yourself. You were still so worried about Mark. Mark has always been a fragile soul. You couldn't just up and hurt him like that. You couldn't, and you wouldn't.

Your phone buzzing in your pocket brought you back to reality. You raised an eyebrow as you saw a familiar contact photo; one of a very curly haired man with big brown eyes and a dopey smile for everyone to enjoy. That face was edited onto a baby with chocolate on his hands. It's an inside joke.

Pressing the accept button, you smile when you begin to talk, "(Y/N) speaking!"

"Hey, it's Danny! First off, congrats on your subscribers, it went up a couple thousand!" he said. Your eyes widened with excitement. Nate probably put up the vlog, huh?

"Thanks! I appreciate it!" you say with a giggle to your voice.

"No problem! Speaking of YouTube..." he trails off

"Want to be on Game Grumps?"