growing up with a shitty childhood made it hard for you to easily express your feelings. and when you finally did it, and someone shut you down, it really fucking hurt.

which is why you were so grateful you had natalie. the two of you depended on each other. you’d both had terrible home lives as kids. upon finding out that it was a mutual experience, both of you felt 100x better. having someone to share these feelings with was so amazing. you were so grateful for nat.

while growing close and comfortable with each other, you began to lean on each other for more things. such as reassurance, love, and just general comfort.

it started when you were crying in nat’s arms while talking about your parents, and he held you so gently. you were sobbing uncontrollably and natalie didn’t know how to stop you, her efforts consisting of rubbing your upper arm gently.

then she pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, muttering; “shh, it’s okay. you got nothin’ to worry about when i’m here.”

and everything changed in that moment. that’s when you realised how much you trusted natalie, and how much she must love you to be that physical with you. her actions and her words just created an invisible safety bubble around you both in that moment, like nothing else was relevant. and it wasn’t; really.

that wasn’t the only occasion that something like that happened. you’d both try and push the boundaries more, her rubbing soft circles on your waist, your lips pressing gentle kisses onto her cheek.

it was all friendly, though. of course. nobody else knew about these secret moments but the two of you, and it was nice to not have people in your business.

soon, that all turned into proper kisses and cuddling, but not in a hot, romantic way. in a comforting, caring way. and you both insisted you were just friends. maybe it was better off that way.

tonight was a night like most; laying in your bed with natalie’s arms wrapped around you; your face tucked into the crook of her neck as she rubbed your sides gently.