I Promise. (Nateiplier)

"I think I fell in something sharp."

Mark was the first to wake up, but he didn't want to move, looking at the position he was in. So he just politely waited. Nate's grip had loosened as he slept, his arms falling limp around Mark's waist.

Mark slowly inched out, but he had forgotten that it was a sofa, and landed on the floor with a thud.

Nate flinched from the sound, furrowing his eyebrows as he shifted. "Mhm..?"

"Ow," Mark whined, closing his eyes. Nate rubbed his eyes as he sat up, peeling them open. He glanced down, confused when he saw Mark on the floor. "Baby, what happened?" He mumbled sleepily.

"Fell off the sofa." He groaned, trying to move. "I'm numb now." Nate bent down, gently picking Mark up. He set Mark down on his lap, kissing his cheek. "Better?"

Mark blushed. "No.."

Nate tilted his head, glancing at Mark. "What's the issue, baby? Are you in pain?"

Mark winced. "Kinda. I think I fell in something sharp."

He smirked. "Nathan Sharp."

"Oh my god." Nate rolled his eyes, flicking Mark's forehead. He shook his head, though he couldn't help but smile a bit. "Why did I agree to date you, exactly?" Mark burst into laughter and flicked his shoulder. "Come on, don't tell me that didn't make you laugh. Don't you get it? I fell in love with Nathan Sharp!?!" Nate sighed as he rolled his eyes playfully, flicking his chest. "Do I look like I'm laughing, you dork? You're not the first one to make a pun off of my name. I've heard far better."

Mark giggled. "Whatever." He then sat himself up. "But really, we should get that anxiety fixed."

"Fixed?" Nate tilted his head, glancing at him. "How do you fix anxiety?" Mark shrugged. "Maybe going to the doctor might help?"

Nate grabbed Mark's hands, glancing down as he fidgeted around with them. "I don't know, I-I never liked the doctors..are there any other options?"

Mark looked down, trying to think. "I think the doctor is the best bet. But if you feel uncomfortable immediately let me know, and we'll leave, okay?" He pats Nate's back in a reassuring way. Nate nodded slowly, biting down on his lip nervously. Another bad habit he had picked up over time. "Okay.."

Mark smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Okay then. Take a good warm shower. I'll call for an appointment, alright Natey?"

Nate nodded, getting up slowly. " 'Kay...I love you."

Mark helped him up and went to his phone to call up a local doctor.

Nate got into the shower, relaxing slightly once he felt the warm water. Nate sang to himself softly as he showered, taking his time. He truly didn't want to go.

"Hello? Uh, my name is Mark Fischbach, and I'd like to book an appointment." "No sir, it's not for me. It's for my- uh..." He stuttered. Were him and Nate a thing now? Or just friends with benefits? Mark sighed. "For my b-boyfriend. His name is Nathan S...Sharp."

He nodded and wrote down the time. "Alright, thank you. Have a nice day." He hung up and sighed. He looked over to the bathroom again and politely knocked. "Natey? The appointment's at 3."

"O-Okay!" Nate shouted over the water. He sighed, leaning back against the wall. The thought of going to the doctors was killing him. He never wanted the appointment to come. Nate sighed, closing his eyes as he let the warm water fall over him.