"Hey, have you seen—" Nate couldn't fucking find you, and his heart was racing like it hadn't before. Maybe it was the piece of him that wanted to control you and have this claim to you. But—he also did want to know where you were, for your safety, and his sanity. The man pushed through the crowds, people becoming curious as to why Nate was so agitated and on edge, his expression dark and nervous as all hell.

"Where the fuck is she?" He yells at some random guy, his hand tightening on his shirt, before he lets the guy go, deciding it's better to put his energy into finding where you are, his eyes flickering around the house. His chest rose and fell in quick breaths, his expression and demeanour on edge. "Jesus fucking christ, he ran a hand through his hair, pushing past the people at the door to come out of the party.

His eyes landed on you and he realised he'd been looking in all the wrong places, his dark eyes lifting to your glossy, tear ridden eyes. His heart fucking broke, and he quickly knelt infront of you, his hands cradling your own as he searched your expression. "Tell me," he muttered gently, "Shit, baby, what happened?"

He was gonna fucking kill someone, if you didn't tell him. To he honest, he'd kill someone even after you told him about what had happened. "Fucking tell me," he didn't want to yell at you but he was so pissed, and your streaming tears did not help with that.