Author's Note:

So this is my first time writing. I've had this idea in my head for a while now and I finally decided to put it down of paper (well, digital paper...is that even real? o.o). This is totally OOC for Fabian, but I hope you like it anyway. Before you shout at me in later chapter please know: I AM A HUGE FABINA FAN! I just needed to write this story.

Disclaimer: tattythomas does not own the characters or Taylor Swift's song 'White Horse'

White Horse:

Chapter 1:

Nina PoV: Present Day

Say you're sorry
That face of an angel
Comes out just when you need it to
As I paced back and forth all this time
Cause I honestly believed in you

"Nina, please, I love you...Don't you love me back?" with his bright blue eyes and halo, from the white fluorescent light behind, he looks like an angel; innocent.

"Yes." I mumble

"Then forgive me. Please. Give me another chance?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Flashback-1 week previous~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Nina! Wait! I'm Sorry!" Fabian, my boyfriend of 3 years, cries after me.

Tears pouring down my face, I grab my handbag from the table and run out of our apartment.

Jabbing the elevator button repeatedly, I hear the apartment door open and footsteps start along the corridor's hard, wooden floor.

Not ready to face him yet, I abandon the sluggish elevator and dash for the stairs.

Reaching the foyer of the building, I hear the stupid elevator ding and I know, before he calls my name, that it's him.

Not pausing, even to look at him, I race out of the glass, sliding doors into the pouring rain.

Hearing the little bell tinkle, as I pushed open the pale, blue door to 'Cookies and Milk', gave me a small sense of relief. He has never been here; he doesn't even know this place exists so there's hardly any chance of him finding me.

With it being 3.30pm the place was empty apart from a love-up teenage couple; who were sharing a milkshake, on the couch, near the window. The sight made me want to hurl.

"Nina?" my friend, Izzy, calls from behind the counter, "What are you doing here? I thought you were going home to surprise Fabian."

I break down into tears again, hearing his name feels as if a knife has been plunged straight into my chest.

"Nina, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" she rushes over and guides me to a booth near the counter.

"Nothing," I reply, trying to pull myself together, "Fabian was...busy..."

"Busy?"

"Yeah, he got...um...held up at the...office. Yeah, he got held up at the office." I fake a smile, hoping she won't see through my thin disguise, though I think she does because she raises an eyebrow questioningly.

"I just need to use the bathroom." I say, desperate to get away from her sceptical look. Excusing myself, I make my way to the ladies room across the cafe.

Fishing around in my bag for some foundation and eyeliner, to hide my tear streaked face, I realize I've left my purse in the apartment.

It's on the island, in the middle of the large kitchen.

I mentally curse myself.

Leaning my elbows on the sink, I push my face into my hands; trying to repress the tears, which have now started up again.

God, why can't you stop crying? It's pathetic Nina! Get it together!

Stuffing the make-up back in the bag, I hurry out of the cafe, back into the rain. I don't bother to say goodbye to Izzy; I'll apologize tomorrow, she'll understand.

As I am leaving I notice the couple in the corner. They'd finished their milkshake and they were now whispering in each other's ears, both of them blushing madly. Once again, the quickly-becoming-familiar feeling of nausea washes over me.

I walk for half a block before I realize I don't have a plan. I begin pacing, an annoying habit I tend to perform whilst thinking; and I was thinking. Thinking about where this...situation...has left me.

Great, so I'm homeless, drenched and with no cash and no plan. I can't believe I fell for his lies! I can't believe I thought he actually loved me. I mean; why would he? I'm not special, or famous, or pretty. I just thought that he was different to all them other guys.

Completely lost on what to do next, my favourite pink convertible* pulls up against the curb and the driver rolls down the window; and for the first time all day I think that everything might just be ok.

Author's Note:

Well there's my first chapter to 'White Horse'. This is sort of a filler chapter; I just needed to get Nina from A to B with at least a bit of a story.

*The roof of the car was up! It is pouring down!

R&R3 Please no harsh comments; it's my first time writing, though constructive criticism is always taken on board.

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