Tenderly: A Nat Wolff Fan Fiction

Chapter 2

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Now, almost eight months after I met Nat, I'm standing in my kitchen, the lights off, hearing his voice again for the first time in forever. He sounds groggy. I glance over at the clock and see that it's 1:30 am.

Crap, I think. I lost track of time

"Nat? It's me, April," I say quietly.

There's a long period of silence before he answers.
"April?" He whispers, shocked.

More silence.

"How-how are you?" He stumbles.

I'm not quite sure why, but I begin to cry.

"Um... Well things aren't great over here, Nat. And I...I just really miss you." I frantically try to wipe away my tears, even though I'm home alone.

"Oh... April," he says sympathetically.

"Can I... Come over?" I ask.

"Now?" He asks, confused.

"Yeah," I breathe into the phone.

"Sure, April, yeah. I've missed you." He sounds so sincere. But does he really mean it?

What if he forgot about me? I mean, he's a rockstar; he's probably getting laid every night.

This was a mistake, I think to myself as I hang up the phone.

But even so, curiosity drags me into my car at 1:30am on a Saturday and forces me to drive 2 hours to Nat Wolff's apartment in New York City.