Dream Team x Reader || Fanfiction

Chapter 11: New Home

Recap...

I love you, was what I wanted to say. But I couldn't bring myself to say it. Instead we just kept playing around with one another. Telling jokes and just chatting. I didn't even notice the time flying by until I fell asleep, my head resting on Y/n's lap. Her hand sifting through my hair making me even more drowsy until my eyelids gave up and shut.

I felt a warm fabric being draped over me. Y/n must've placed the spare blanket, that was on the table beside her, atop of me. "Good night Nick" I heard her whisper as I felt her hand sift through my hair once again. Feeling myself get consumed by a warm slumber.

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Y/n's POV

The next morning came quicker than I expected- waking up to the sound of a phone going off. Obviously annoyed I opened my eyes to see an unfamiliar room. It took me a minute to remember that I was in the hospital- took me longer to notice the sleeping boy lying on my lap, my hand tangled in his soft, messy, brown hair.

"Nick... wake up" I said, untangling my hand from his hair and softly nudging his shoulder. He just groans instantly hearing the sound of his phone.

"O-Oh, sorry" He says as he quickly sits up, his feet dangling off the edge. His voice deeper than normal and his face slightly rubied. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, looking at the caller. "Oh no- It's Clay" He muttered.

"What's wrong with Clay?" I asked.

"Nothing- I just kinda forgot to go home if you haven't noticed" He chuckled as he hit the answer button- bringing it up to his ear.

"NICK!" I heard Clay screech from through the phone. Nick immediately withdrew his arm, his face all cringed up.

"Fuck- you just bursted my eardrums Clay. What the hell is wrong with you?" Nick asked, raking his hand through his messy hair.

"What the fuck do you mean Nick?! You're the one who didn't come home last night! Where the hell are you?! We were gonna call the cops if you didn't answer dude" George exclaimed through the call. They sounded so concerned, it was sweet. And I couldn't help but giggle.

"Oh. You fell asleep at the hospital didn't you?" I heard Clay ask. Probably deadpanning his phone.

Nick just chuckles, his hand moving behind his neck, "Yeah..." The phone was now on speaker, and all I heard was Clay sigh.

"We'll be heading there then" Clay said. I felt a smile form across my face as I imagined hanging out with all of them again. It was different after all- surreal even. One minute, I'm talking to them on the computer and then the next, I'm talking to them in person. All because of the accident that James caused. James.. He came by yesterday, he sounded drunk. Did Nick really mean it when he said he never came to visit me? Not even once?

I just sighed, cutting myself out of my trance. Nick seemed to have noticed my newfound emotion, and I immediately felt a hand being placed on my face, wiping away a tear that I unconsciously wept. "What's wrong?" he asked.

I looked down at his lap. He had ended his phone call with Clay already. I looked back up into Nick's eyes- they were concerned. "Nothing, I'm fine" I smiled, my eyebrows upturned.

"Tell me the truth, what were you thinking about?" He persisted. I just sighed.

"Did James really not visit me? Not even once?" I asked in a quiet voice, looking down into my lap- not bringing myself to look into Nick's eyes after that question.

"Y/n, I'll be honest with you. I wasn't here every single day, but I was here for most of them. I even moved here with the others so I could visit you more easily. Everyday I was here, he wasn't. And I know Clay has visited you practically everyday, and he's never mentioned seeing another person here with you except a doctor or your mother-"