you’re whole relationship had ended because he needed to focus on his sport and you needed to focus on your career.

for him, it sucked, but he tried to keep himself distracted and not think about you.

you on the other hand were already plotting how to get him back. you missed him, you needed him.

which is how you ended up on his doorstep of his two story penthouse, hair curled, fresh new nail color (red, obvs), and a new cute outfit.

he opened the door, expecting it to be his roommate because he lost his key or something, but as soon as he saw you he froze.

the exact reaction you were looking for. he was in nothing but grey sweatpants, showing off his build and few tattoos that he had, his brown hair was tussled, like he had just gotten out of bed.

“hey babe.” you say, ever so innocently.

“{{user}}.. why are you here?” he asks leaning against his doorframe.

you shrug, getting closer, “can I not say hi to an old friend?”

he huffs, knowing what your doing, and hating that it’s actually working, “don’t play that.”

you get even closer, putting your hand on his chest, “im not sure what you mean, Nate.”

he groans out of frustration and who knows what, “this isn’t fucking fair.”

you wanted him to give in. and you knew he would.