Addicted- Nate Jacobs

Fifty one

Olivia pov:

Ring
Ring
Ring

"Hello?" I said my voice groggy from waking up

"Are- are you home?" Nate's voice sounded shaky, like he had been crying

"Yeah are you okay?"

"Can I come over?" I could tell something was wrong

"Yeah, are you sure you're okay?"

"I'll be there in a couple minutes" he hung the phone right after saying that

I got up and ran the brush through my hair and turned on my dim light.

Soon I heard the front door open slowly and close. Nate's footsteps approached my door, I got up and opened it and was met with a sad faced Nate. His eyes were puffy, you could tell he had been crying.

I moved towards him and pulled him into a hug. The back of his head was wet and when I looked at my hand, it was bloody

"You're bleeding" I whispered

He pulled away and looked down at my hand.

"Here, come on" I said leading him towards my bathroom, shutting my bedroom door behind me.

I grabbed a wash cloth from my closet and got it wet with cold water. Nate sucked in a deep breath, wincing as I put the cloth to the back of his head

"You're lucky you don't need stitches" I said trying not to pry

Nate moved and sat on the sink. I gave him a sympathetic look as I held the cloth on his head

"You brought a bag" I stated

"I couldn't stay there"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He shook his head no.

"Okay" I whispered

Cal is a complete asshole. Of course he would do this to Nate. He's a disgusting man. Nate is who he is because of him and it's horrible.

"I'm glad you came here" I said continuing to wipe the blood

"Why"

"Because I missed you" it had been a week since the dance and Nate and I have been on kinda weird terms. We haven't really been talking except for a few texts here and there but I think we're together? I don't really know, it's confusing as fuck

"I thought you hated me"

"I don't hate you, I love you" he looked up at me when I said that, tears formed in his eyes

"What the fuck am I supposed to do Liv?" Tears we're now streaming down his face. I came closer and pulled him into a tight hug.

Nate did something I've never seen him do. He broke down, he didn't hold back. He sobbed into my shoulder. I didn't mind, he needed it, he needed to let go and break down. It's not good for anyone to hold in their emotions for too long, and Nate had been holding them his whole life.

"It's okay" I whispered while rubbing his back,trying to sooth him

After a few minutes of Nate crying on me, he pulled away and pulled at the ends of is eyes with his hands, trying to pull himself together

"Fuck" he muttered under his breath

He open his eyes, still sniffling a little

"I got snot on your shoulder" he said making us both laugh

"It's okay" he shook his head still laughing

"Thank you" he grabbed both of my hands, cupping them with his

"For being here"

"I'm always gonna be here for you, you know that" I said reaching my hand up and moving a piece of his hair back into place

"I know"

I walked forward and kissed him softly on the lips. Something I missed like hell. I honestly don't remember our last kiss before we broke up.

"Let's go to bed"

Nate got off the sink and we both made it to my bed. Once we were both in he pulled me close to him. I buried my head in his chest, relaxing to the sound of his heart beat

"I love you" I whispered before drifting off