Love is strange (Nathan Prescott X Reader)

Chapter Eleven

The words left my lips before I even thought of them, maybe it was the fear? They also sounded braver than I actually felt at that moment, the fright of having someone I wasn't expecting in my room was shocking.

"I saw you," The brown-haired boys voice sounded, "With Graham at the coffee shop. What were you doing?" He demanded, leaving me confused and slightly frightened as he backed me up against the door.

"What do you mean, Nathan?" I squeaked, slightly afraid as his hands pressed either side of me, reminding me of how he pinned me to the wall outside the party.

"Don't you know that you're mine?!" He yelled, hand hitting the wooden door making a loud creak.

His...?

I watched as his eyes fluttered close, taking a deep breath before opening them again. His eyes bored straight into my own, his right hand cupping my cheek, running a thumb across it gently, almost as if he felt I would break under his touch.

Why is he being so soft...?

"Yours...?" I mumbled, confused.

"Yes, you're mine." he replied, lips coming down to meet my own in a soft kiss, hand still cupping my cheek. "All mine." he whispered, head resting in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent.

As he pulled away, I took a moment to look at him.

His hair was dishevelled, almost as if he had been repeatedly running a hand through it. There were dark bags under his eyes, the same as mine. His lips were pulled into a frown, his jaw surprisingly unclenched, unlike most of our other interactions.

He looked...cute?

"I can't stop thinking about you and I fucking hate it. I can't stop the urge to kiss you, to call you mine. I can't tell anybody I feel this fucking way because it's so stupid. I'm gaining feelings for someone I claim to hate and I fucking hate it so much." He groaned, hitting his head repeatedly.

"Nathan, Nathan stop!" I gasped, grabbing his hand, feeling him relax into my touch.

"Ha," He huffed, "I can't even stop myself feeling soft and warm at your touch. How pathetic..." He whispered, taking my hand in his own. "This is so stupid. Feelings are so stupid. I was a dick to you, you probably hate me."

"I don't hate you, Nathan. Quite the opposite." I admitted, catching his attention as I saw his head immediately spin towards me. I could see the question marks going in his head as he processed what I said.

"What do you mean...?" He asked, as though he was checking I meant it.

"I like you, Nathan. I don't know why considering we hated each other, but I do." I mumbled nervously, playing with the sleeves of my jumper.

With a sudden surge of bravery, I place my good hand on the nape of his neck, lifting myself up before placing a short kiss on his lips which he gladly returned. As I pulled away, I was immediately pulled into another kiss, his lips moving perfectly in sync with my own. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer into him while mine remained on his neck, gently playing with his messy hair at which he let out a hum of approval. He seemed calmer today, I was unsure why, but I was glad.

Meds?

"Please, Y/N," He mumbled against my lips, "Be mine." He smiled softly, his breath hitting my lips as I blushed, giving him a short nod.

"Okay."

Nathans smile remained for a while as the two of us sat on my bed, hands intertwined.