I had not realised just how long it had been since I had updated this story, I had this whole chapter written before and I really loved it but as always, my computer crashes and I lost it all. I just could not remember what I had written but I tried and this is what I came up with. Anyone who's still interested I hope you enjoy. And I'm really, really sorry...
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And breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
May he turned 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
Just today, he sat down to the flask in his fist,
Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year.
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At first he didn't recognise the noise that had woken him but as he stretched an arm across his bed his palm was met with the cool wrinkled sheets. Sitting up he suddenly heard it again, the faint, high pitched sound.
Getting up he slowly made his way out of his room and down the stairs, the further along he got the louder and more frequent the notes played until they were running together in a beautiful, soft melody that floated around the house.
Leaning against the doorframe, Nathan realised he had never known why his brother kept a piano.
He continued to simply watch her, her deep brown hair unwashed and piled on top of her head. Her pale wrists twist as she moved her hands along the keys, her fingers moving so fast it wasn't possible for her to watch each note they hit. But from what he could tell she had her eyes shut, her neck, long and graceful fell backwards slightly, her body swaying along to the music.
"It's rude to stare."
He was knocked from his daze to find that she had stopped playing and was looking over her shoulder at him,.
Nathan walked towards her. "Well I wouldn't have to if you were where you're supposed to be." He explained and at her raised eyebrow he smirked. "In my bed."
Haley made a noise, somewhere between a laugh and a scoff.
He dropped himself onto the bench beside her, straddling it so his knees were touching the side of her thighs, which he just noticed were bare as she sat in his black dress shirt, the buttons done up haphazardly.
"I never knew you could play." He spoke into the contented quietness that had surrounded them.
Haley nodded, watching as he ran his fingers over the keys, never pressing down hard enough to make a sound. "Since I was young." She admitted. "I haven't played in a while."
He understood what a while meant. "Since Dean."
Her head snapped up and her eyes flashed as they met his. Telling Nathan about everything seemed like a lifetime ago, not a mere few hours. She could remember the last time she'd sang, sitting in their living room in one of Dean's t-shirts as she strummed away on her guitar. The last time she ever saw him. "Yeah, I guess."
Moving his hand so it curled around her knee, he then slowly moved it upwards. "Play something." He said, quietly.
Haley felt her eyes beginning to close as his calloused palm moved under the tail ends of the shirt she wore. "Like what?"
"Anything." He murmured into the skin of her neck.
She was having a hard time breathing, how the hell did he expect her to play anything with his fingers running along the edge of her underwear like that?
She blinked, and swallowed, and did anything else she could to try and calm her rapidly beating heart, and quiet the throbbing in her ears.
She moved her hands across the keys, trying to concentrate. But then Nathan's hand was cupping her breast and she was panting and her fingers weren't co-operating.
"Relax." He whispered, resting his chin on her shoulder and his hot breath made goosebumps jump out of her skin. "Don't think, just play."
She never thought it was possible to actually get lost in someone's touch but as Nathan continued to make her face flush with heat and her thighs clamp together she suddenly understood. And she simply let her fingers do what they wanted.
Her breath hitched and the piano let out a sharp noise as Nathan's lips ghosted over her neck, a sharp contrast to his hand, which cupped her through her underwear.
"Ughh..."
He couldn't help but groan into her flesh. "God Hales, you're so hot." He mumbled, rubbing the heal of his hand into her and she pushed herself further into him and she moaned and he pushed the material out of the way, running the tips of his fingers along her slit. "Wet. Fuck, so wet." He babbled, feeling himself even more turned on that he had this affect on her.
Haley's fingers moved quicker as his teased shallowly at her opening, and his thumb pressed against her clit.
"Nathan." She panted, her hands coming down hard on the keys as his other hand somehow managed to work its way into her shirt and cup her breast. "I need..."
He circled her nipple with his thumb, kissing his way down her collarbone. "What baby?" He let his tongue flick onto her jaw where he'd just nipped with his teeth. He continued to press his fingers against her but he noticed that as he slowed down his movements so did she; the music becoming quieter. Letting his tongue slide along his bottom lip Nathan rubbed his thumb rub over her clit quickly and he smirked a little as her fingers sped up on the piano. "What do you need?" He asked, running his nose along her jaw.
"Fingers." She breathed out. "Fuck me with your fingers."
Never in his life had he been so turned on by words. He slowly slid one digit into her, his dick throbbing as she clenched around it. "So fucking tight." Nathan mumbled, he needed to be inside of her but feeling her wreath and pant and been driven to the brink was so damn sexy he couldn't bring himself to stop.
"More, Nathan." She told him, feeling the material slip away from her shoulders she felt her nipples tighten as she was suddenly completely naked.
"God, Haley." Nathan choked out, he was about to come in his boxers as she removed her hands from the piano and used one to run along the length of him. He curled his fingers upwards as she squeezed him and she moaned loudly in appreciation.
As her hand slipped beneath the material and touch him he almost growled, feeling her drench his fingers in return Nathan was very, very grateful at the fact his brother had a piano.
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"Mmmm." Brooke pushed her face into the warmth that she could feel pressing against her and she let out a small yawn. God she was comfortable. But cold. She blinked her eyes open, rubbing against the mascara that had plastered them shut. She looked around the balcony and couldn't help but take in the view before her, the green, green, green seeming to stretch on forever as it met the light gray sky. It was beautiful.
But then she looked down at the boy laying beside her and she took it back. He was gorgeous.
His blonde hair was sticking up in tuffs from having her fingers combing through it. She couldn't help but giggle to herself as she thought about the night before, she'd felt like a teenager all over again. They'd talked, made out, laughed, made out a little more...
"What're you doing?" Lucas grumbled.
Brooke smiled as he tried to pull her back down to him. "Nothing."
"Well you can do nothing down here." He told her, finally managing to catch her wrist and tug her back down to his chest.
She took a deep breath as her face was smooshed back against his t-shirt and breathed him in. She could get used to this.
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"Who knew the floor could be so comfy?" Haley asked, stretching her foot out from underneath the small blanket and flexing her toes.
"The floor?" Nathan said, looking down to where she was half lying on top of him. "I'm lying on the floor. You're using me as your own personal bed."
Haley grinned up at him, a large untactful smile that made his insides twist in ridiculous ways. "Sorry, I'll move..." She laughed loudly as he pulled her back down from where she'd moved, cupping one hand on her butt to keep her in place as she threw her thigh over his own, their legs tangled together.
Pressing her nose against his chest Haley traced the line of puckered skin that scarred the smooth skin. "How'd you get this?" She asked, looking up at him from under thick eyelashes and she saw as well as felt him tense. Running her finger down to trace the lines of his muscles she spoke into his shoulder. "You don't have to tell me."
Nathan closed his eyes, feeling himself relax as her fingers massaged the soft trickling of hair below his abdomen, then traced his hip bones.
"It was an accident." He found himself saying, and there he was, spilling his heart out to Haley James. "I never meant for it to happen."
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"Yo Scott!" A voice called out into the large empty gym. "You sure you're up for this old man?"
Eighteen year old Nathan smirked at his best friends teasing. "Dude, I think you should work on your insults."
Tony pretended to look offended, then let his own smirk take over his face. "And I think you should work on your fade away, but we cant all win can we." He joked, stealing the ball from Nathan then making a perfect lay up.
"Fade away's weak man." Nathan replied, easily catching the pass that was thrown his way.
Tony rolled his eyes. He'd been best friends with Nathan since they were little kids. It had always been the two of them, Nathan Scott and Tony Battle, against the world.
"You wont be saying that Friday night when you're double teamed." The dark skinned boy announced.
"Whatever," Nathan said with an eye roll and Tony chuckled.
"So What'dya say? First to ten?"
"Make it thirty and I'd say you're on Battle." Nathan grinned, bouncing the ball before making a slam dunk, holding onto the rim for a few seconds before dropping back onto the floor.
"Show off," Tony muttered.
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"Nate man, I'm not sure about this."
The blue eyed boy grinned, his blue pools twinkling with youthful excitement.
"C'mon Ton, where's your sense of adventure?"
"Probably got knocked out of me when I got sent flying on the court." Tony muttered.
Nathan chuckled, wrapping an arm around his best friends shoulders. "We just won the State championship, that alone calls for a little mischief."
"But stealing a school bus?" He said with apprehension, he was all up for a good time, but he didn't want to get suspended from the team.
"Dude, trust me, with me driving there's no chance of us getting caught." Nathan grinned, rubbing his knuckles over Tony's dark hair.
"A'ight, a'ight." Tony pushed him away, a grin on his handsome face, "little adventure never hurt nobody."
"Exactly." Nathan smirked.
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"Man, should you be driving?" Tony asked, watching as Nathan pushed Tim from behind the wheel and took over.
"Unless you want to get pulled over for driving too slow, yeah." Nathan laughed, elbowing Tim out of the way.
"So, you decided where you're going to college?" Tony asked, hearing everyone partying on behind them.
"With a night like tonight, man. We're gonna have the pick of anywhere we want." The blue eyed boy grinned.
"Cocky bastard." The dark skinned boy chuckled.
"Yeah, well I-" Nathan squinted as suddenly he was blinded. Then everything went black.
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"I made him get on that bus." Nathan explained, his jaw clenched. "He didn't want to. He was always that way, sensible."
Haley stayed quiet, letting him vent. He'd done the same for her.
"I never even saw anything and then all of a sudden I'm blinded and there's honking and screaming and-" He swallowed, the urge to throw up getting bigger. "I shouldn't have been driving. I should have listened to him." He hit his fist against the hardwood floor. "I never fucking listened."
She pressed her face into the side of his head, rubbing against his stubbled jaw.
"He got accepted to Duke." Nathan continued, and she watched him, looking at the ceiling, in a world of his own. "He'd always wanted to go there, ever since we were kids and we'd talk and joke about us going there when we were older." He let out a long breath and then pushed his face into her tangled hair, it was sprawled all around her now, having been pulled and tugged by his fingers. "And I had to go alone." She'd never heard him sound like such a scared little boy, it chipped off another piece of her already cracked heart.
She ran her hands down his back and Nathan felt his body sag; she would never know how calm she made him. What an effect she had by simply being.
"It's okay, Nathan." Haley promised, pressing her lips to any part of his she could, which ended up being the skin beside his eye. "You don't have to do it alone. Not anymore."
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Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,
But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him; Maybe I'll just sing about it.
'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, boys
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe, just breathe
Oh breathe, just breathe
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It's not how I expected to finish this chapter, and I know I didn't go into nearly the same amount of detail with Tony and Nathan as I did with Haley and Dean, but... Well I have no excuse, I just really loved writing DH.
Next chap we shall have BL, P?, and of course NH.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed last chapter(:
Oh and this song is by Anna Nalick, she is just all sorts of awesome, it's called Breathe, you should def listen to it. Oh and her song Wreck of the Day. And Shine, Paper Bag... In the Rough. Yeah, just listen to them all.