Prompt Request: 9. "Are you okay?", 10. "Just talk to me, please."
In which Nick never died & made it to the mansion with the group <3
Warnings: language
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
You awoke in the middle of the night, reaching over for your lover; but instead, your arms fell on the duvet. Quickly, you sat up and searched around the bedroom. Since the curtains were spread open, the moonlight let you distinguish that he wasn't in sight. Nick usually never left the bedroom, so it was alarming that he left at such a late hour.
You rise from the bed as you notice a shadow from the balcony outside. You drag your feet across the cold flooring and open the glass door. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you were greeted by the smell of cigarette smoke. He leaned on the railing watching the ground below, puffing the cigarette slowly. You knew he was well aware of your presence, but he didn't bother facing you.
"Nick," you say quietly, walking next to him. "Are you okay?" you ask in a gentle tone, placing your hand on his back. Ever since Madison passed, Nick changed for the worse. He was more distant, the long and loving conversations you used to have turned into small talk, usually talking about the things he could have done to prevent Madison's death.
"Just talk to me, please," you spoke with sadness in your tone, wishing you could take away the pain that lied in both your hearts. He stayed quiet, as though you weren't even there. "Nick–" "I have nothing to talk to you about, Y/n!" Nick exclaimed, sending chills down your spine. He glanced at you, noticing your stiff body. "I-I didn't mean to, uh," he murmured, ashamed that he scared you.
"It's fine, Nick," you shake your head, not wanting him to feel guilty at all. You stood next to him and leaned on the railing, staring at the dark sky; thinking of something to say to end this awkward silence. "What about the conversations we used to have at the stadium, Nick?" you furrowed your eyebrows in sadness. His eyes meet yours, waiting for you to say something.
"We talked about starting a family, remember?" you said softly, giving a half-smile, "Can't we talk about that again?" Nick quietly chuckled as he shook his head, "Really Y/n?," "What?" you ask, confused at his reply.
"I can't even fucking protect the people I love, and you want to talk about starting a family?" his voice raised with irritation. "Nick–," "I couldn't save her, Y/n," his eyes brimmed with tears before he held his head in his hands.
You pulled him into a hug, your eyes tearing up as well. "You couldn't Nick, no one could. She was the one saving us," you spoke quietly, rubbing his back. "But if we just–," he began again, but you stopped him. "Nick, there's no ifs or buts, because that is in the past and we cannot change the past," you pause as he wipes his tears, "But we can control the present."
You both stood there in silence, embracing each other gently. It was bittersweet, as this was the first time Nick and you had a meaningful and loving experience with one another in a while. "I love you," Nick broke the silence, cupping your face and kissing your forehead lightly. "I love you too," you smiled as he wiped the tears off your face.
"Seriously, Y/n," he holds strong eye contact, "I know I haven't shown it recently, but I love you so fucking much." He studied your facial features that he loved so much before speaking again, "I'm so in love with you."
His words made your heart flutter as though he was admitting his love for you for the first time. "And I'm sorry for being an asshole recently, Y/n," he adds while grabbing your hand and rubbing it softly. "Don't be," you give him a small smile.
You shiver as a cold breeze touched your skin, deciding you should head inside. As you took a step away, Nick gently grabbed your arm and pulled you back, locking his lips with yours. He kept it short so you both could head inside.
You both climbed into bed, feeling all sorts of emotions; but also feeling the best you've had in a while.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
published 9/7/18
