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Requested: Can you do a Nate imagine where y/n calls him late at night (wherever he is) while he's on tour crying because she didn't get her dream job after working so hard for it?? They would be on a break because she didn't want to hold him back while on tour and she called him first out of habit.

In that moment, I was convinced my world was crashing down upon me. It had taken a large amount of effort to prepare myself for the hard work I had to go through in order to successfully get the new job. It was truly all I ever wanted. Since I was a little girl, I dreamed of being a nurse, and since I finished high school, I knew I was going to pursue that ratifying dream of mine. At this point, it was obvious to me that I was going to become a nurse like I had always dreamed of. That was until I got the call I never wanted to receive...

My heart was racing; all my hopes and dreams had been destroyed. Lying curled up in thought in my bed, I knew I was incapable of handling the news. At this point, I’m truly unsure of what to do... Do you ever get knocked down to the point to where you’re unsure if you’re capable of getting back up?

I wrap my shaking hand around the phone and dial his familiar number. Before I’m able to stop myself and hang up, I hear his gruff voice on the line. Instinctively, I let out a sob that I'm positive he must’ve heard.

“Y/N, what is it? What’s wrong?” he mutters with obvious panic in his voice.

“Nate.. I-I know we are on a break, but.. I just need someone to talk to right now, and I-I didn’t know who else to call..” He interrupts me with a hushed tone.

“Don’t mind that. Now, please, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I didn’t get it, N-nate..” I cover my mouth using my hand for a brief second as another sob escapes my lips, “I d-didn’t get the job.”

There’s notable silence on the other line for a few seconds before he sincerely replies, “Y/N, I’m so sorry...”

“I worked so hard to reach my dreams. All of those years of schooling and dedication for nothing.” I let out a sigh as I wipe a tear from beneath my eye.

“Your time wasn’t wasted, and please don’t ever give up. Things will happen in due time, but for now you have no choice but to keep faith. If there’s anything I can do to help you, you know I’ll do it. If we have to move somewhere else so you can locate a job that will accept you, then so be it.”

He’s completely unaware, but I’m smiling at his words. Suddenly, the frown returns as I say, “But you’re still on tour. I don’t want this to affect your dream of touring and making music. Remember? That’s why we...” I trail off remembering the night we broke it off. He was leaving for tour, and of course, I didn’t want to interfere. It hurt me to let him go, but for him, it was best.

“We will make it work, I promise you. Now, pack your bags lil mama, because I just bought you a ticket to join me up here in New York.”

My grin grows exponentially as I instantly feel relief. “I guess I had better get packing... Thank you, Nate. I-I love you.”

“I love you too, baby, and I can’t wait to see you.”

It was in that moment that I realized nothing truly mattered more to me than getting on that plane to see the man I love.

Part One

My office happened to only be blocks away from his apartment. It still took nearly 20 minutes to get there with traffic. I walked in, remembering that I had a change of clothes in my desk, just a plain white button up and a beige pencil skirt, but anything was better than my coworkers noticing I was wearing the same thing from last night.

I quickly changed and got to work, going through a couple meetings and coming up with and collecting a few new designs to present to the head of our company for our new season which was just 2 months away. At this point it was more of just gathering decorations and putting together the venue.

As I’m gathering up my stuff from our conference room, one of the other directors, Olivia Ren, approached me.

“Hey, Y/N, can I ask you a favor?”

She was always really ice and willing to cover for me. “Yeah, of course, what’s up?”

“You know that guy, the musician, that we’re supposed to be collabing with soon? He was gonna perform at the show and do a photoshoot with a few pieces?”

I wasn’t in the PR department so I didn’t know who he was, but I knew what she was talking about. “Yeah, what about it?”

“I’m supposed to meet him for lunch in an hour, but my sister just go into a car crash and I really need to go be with her right now. Is there any way you could meet with him for me? Please?”

I can tell she’s desperate. “Yeah, of course, go ahead. Just give me the info and I’ve got you covered.”

She lets out a breath, as if she’d been holding it this whole time. “Oh my gosh, you’re great, thank you so much. I owe you big time,” she hands me a legal pad with organized bullet points and notes. “Here’s all the things you’ll need to take care of during the meeting. I’ll text you the address as soon as I get to my car. Oh, and don’t think I didn’t notice you waliking in here in the same thing you had on yesterday.” I heat up, embarrassed, I thought no one noticed! She rushes out “Thanks again!” she calls out, rushing out of the office.

*** I walk into the restaurant 15 minutes early, giving myself time to gather my thoughts and go over what Olivia wrote down. I’m slightly distracted when a group of about 6 giggling girls walks into the moderately empty cafe.

They look around curiously, and seem disappointed when they don’t find whatever or whoever they’re looking for. However they still take a seat after ordering something. It’s about 5 minutes until the exact meeting time when I pull out my phone to take down whatever we decide on for this collaboration.

Suddenly, 3 of the girls walk over to me, faces slightly red. I glance up at them. They whisper to themselves until one of them is pushed forward toward me.

“Hey, um, is there any chance you know of someone by the name of Skate, or Nate Maloley maybe?”

That’s the dude I hooked up with last night. Isn’t it? We weren’t too big on names. Man, didn’t know he was big enough to have his own fan club. “I’ve, uh, I’ve heard of him. Why?”

“Well, we heard he lives around here and he’s always at this cafe on his snap so we were hoping he’d be here now.”

“Oh, well, I hope you find him,” I say, smiling.

“Thanks,” they all say and walk back to where they were sitting.

As soon as 2:00 rolls around the cute little bell atop the cafe door rings, and the last person I thought I’d see strolls in, looking fine as ever.

The girls flock to him, one of them letting out a high pitched inhuman noise. He smiles and takes pictures and talks to them for a minute before they scurry out of the door and down the street. He takes a look around the place and when his eyes rest on me, his eyebrows raise slightly.

I give him that smile that you’d give to someone you know but not well enough to start a conversation with, and go back to my phone. A shadow soon covers the table I’m sitting at and I look up to see him.

“Hey,” I say casually.

“Hey. You know, I was planning on looking for you, but I didn’t think I’d find you this fast,” he says with a smirk spread across his edgy features.

“Really? Did I leave something at your place?” I ask.

“Yeah, me.” he says. “You skipped out without even saying goodbye.”

Oh, so this was gonna be one of those kind of talks. “Okay, look, I’m supposed to be meeting with someone right now, so could we possibly have this conversation later?”

“How? I don’t even know your name! And I’m supposed to be meeting someone too, so I guess we can wait together.”

Suddenly, everything clicked and I felt like an idiot. He’s the musician we’re collabing with. God help me.

“Is there any chance you’re supposed to be meeting with a brand called CRWDS?”

“Yeah, actually, how do you know?”

“I’m the rep they sent out to meet you,” I say on a deep breath. “Take a seat we have a lot to discuss and not a lot of time.”

“Then why don’t we meet up again for dinner tonight?” he suggests, smiling at me.

I glare at him and change the subject, starting with the stuff Olivia put down. Once we’re towards the end of the to do list, Nate goes off topic again.

“So, you’re name’s Olivia?” he asks.

“No, I’m just filling in for her.”

“Then what’s your name?”

“I told you last night, that’s unnecessary information.”

“Why don’t you want me to know your name? Do you not like it? Is it sacred or something? Am I just not special enough yet?”

He leans forward a little and I’m drawn to him, my ears tuning out everything except the sound of his breath and whatever he’s about to say.

HIs voice low and deep, “Sweetheart, we’re gonna be seeing each other a lot from now on. At the photoshoot, and the show, and at all the meetings in between,” he said, reaching out to play with one of my hands on the table. “So will you please, please do me the honor of just willingly telling me your name? Because I really want to get to know you better and, call me crazy, but I think that should start with at least knowing your name.”

I just look at him for a minute, as he plays with my fingers, somehow speaking to me through those dopey, joy-filled eyes.

“Y/N,” I say, glancing back down at the sandwich I ordered myself, “My name’s Y/N.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Nate.” I can’t help but let out a laugh as he holds his hand out as if I’m supposed to shake it, which I do.

We start talking as if we’re new friends, getting to know each other over the next hour. Once we finish our lunch and as I begin to gather my things he says, “You never told me why it was such a big deal for you,” when I looked at him with a questioning look, he continues, “The whole name thing.”

“It just… it makes everything a lot more personal than I intend for it to be,” I say, making no eye contact.

He collects his stuff too and we stand together. As soon as we’re face to face he steps closer, a huge grin on his face. “Is that your way of saying you wanna be personal with me…again?”

I lightly push his shoulder and say, “This is supposed to be a business meeting,” but can’t help but smile.

“Well then why don’t you take me up on my offer and come to dinner with me tonight for a different kind of meeting?”

I want to so, so bad. But I know we can’t. I’ve seen the way rappers like him act, the life they live. And I don’t have any problems with drinking and smoking, but I don’t know how to deal with being a face that tons of people will see and judge.

I don’t know how to be the girl who sits around while they tour the world and hook up with countless girls without even thinking about what’s back home. I’ve watched too many of my friends cry over someone who didn’t actually care about anything but the music and the life they lived.

I can’t be one of them. I’m not gonna sit there and listen to all of these girls judge me not just because I’m dating someone they love but also because I’m a different race than them. The first time I dated someone outside of my race, meeting their family was a disaster. And that didn’t stop me from dating whoever I wanted to after, but I never wanted to get close to them anymore. And if that was my experience with one family, what about an entire fandom?

And I’m sure all of them won’t be judgmental, but I’m not as strong as my idols. I don’t know how to stand up to the stereotypes I’m put against.

So I end up saying, “I can’t… be that with you, Nate.”

His face falls slightly but he quickly covers up the disappointment I already noticed. “Why not, Y/N? I could’ve been totally off, but I felt like last night we had something,” I did too, “I haven’t felt like that in a long time, and I really don’t want to pass this up. And by the look on your face, I don’t think you do either.”

I can’t help but be honest, “I don’t. I don’t wanna pass this up either.”

“Then what’s the problem lil mama? Huh? I can’t fight it when I don’t know what I’m up against.”

I contemplate just telling him I can’t, but I know that I want him, and that my whole life as an adult I haven’t let other people stand in the way of what I want, so why should they now? “It’s the whole up and coming rapper thing. I just don’t know if I can deal with the whole tour and groupies thing. But I’ll tell you what. I think we’d be really good in a friends with benefits type of relationship,” he raises his eyebrow as if questioning but interested, “because I really do want you. And it’d be nothing serious, no one has to know. Just me and you together when we feel like it.”

He stays silent for a moment, just staring at me. I can’t tell what, but it’s obvious some ideas are being thought through in his head. Finally, he speaks, “I want to be more than that. I want to learn more about you, prove to you that I’m worth getting personal with. Spend time with you inside and outside the bedroom. Please, Y/N, just give me a chance.”

He really had me about to break every rule I’d made up over the past few years to protect myself. And the weirdest part was, I wanted to do it. I wanted it so bad. 
“Fine,” I finally say, he gives me that mischievous grin again and pulls me in for a hug. “But we go at my pace. I’ve never really done this.”

“Dating?” I nod. “Really? Well then I guess I’ll have to make it a good one. Can I pick you up at 7?”

We exchange numbers and I give him my address and all that other stuff. And I walk out of the cafe and head back to work feeling lighter and happier than I did before. Because I had a really good feeling about him. About us.

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—— A/N:
 Thanks for reading, hope you liked it! Oh my gosh it’s taken me so long to get this out and I feel so bad. Like at this point I’m only sprouting out like 1 imagine a month and its probably because I’ve been busy with school and friends and I just applied for an early college course but I don’t even know if I wanna do it and I found out that the school I wanna go to would probably put me $100,000 dollars in debt at the least especially since I have no scholarships or grants yet and I’m this close to failing my math class and I don’t want what I put out for you guys to be shit and sorry this is a long sentence I just needed that off my chest. I just gotta remember I have time. Besides, after next week I’m out for Christmas break, my exams will be over and I’ll have a good couple of days to dedicate myself to this. I’ll also be in the process of moving, but that’s probably not gonna happen until after the New Year. Anyways, REQUESTS ARE OPEN, in case you were wondering. Feel free to send in imagine/blurb requests on anyone already on my masterlist or in the tags of my masterlist or just someone somewhat related to the people I write about.

I don’t plan on making a part 3 for this, however if you want me to I’m completely willing. Also, I’m 1 follower away from 900 so thanks for that, especially y’all that stay on my activity page and in my biggest fans list. It means a lot to me. Sorry this was such a long note.