Chasing Nina MartinAn HoA fanfic by TheGreekGoddessOfPencils (TGGOP)

Author's Note: This is my very first story. Thank you guys so much for all the support it really has inspired me... IF, you are just reading this story this fanfiction starts in their Senior Year and Nina is returning after leaving in Season 1 (in other words, Season 2 never happened).

Summary: When Fabian broke up with Nina he didn't expect her to move away. Now they're older and the two meet again but this time Nina isn't interested and Fabian is determined to get her back.

Disclaimer: I do not own Het Huis Anubis/House of Anubis
Song: Part One by Band Of Horses

~*~Prologue~*~

She's really leaving.

Fabian Rutter thought as he watched Nina Martin say farewell to their friends and roommates. He watched from far away—just being near her was too painful; he was afraid that if he said goodbye she wouldn't come back. The Anubis Residents attacked Nina in hugs and for a second he panicked. Is she gone? He sighed in relief, everyone backed away from the now crying Nina Martin and he wished he was there—to comfort her. Just as he had comforted her when they hid in the secret room in the attic...

1440 minutes a day she wouldn't be beside his side.

Fabian blinked and a tear escaped. Memories of him trying to prove his masculinity slipped away—none of that mattered to him right now...

10 080 minutes a week without her solving mysteries with him.

Nina looked in just as much pain as Fabian. She stared at him hoping; hoping that he would come over and hug her one last time. One last goofy smile—one last moment. Fabian just looked away. It scared him to know that he was more angry with himself then he was at her. I deserve this—I am pushover. Fabian felt Nina's eyes on him but he ignored them.

43 829 0639 minutes a month without her voice whispering secrets of Anubis House.

'Please.' She mouthed over the crowd of their friends. Fabian looked at her and for a split second he considered it. He considered forgetting the anger, the hurt, the loss so that he could say goodbye. Yes? No? He looked at her sad face and shook his head. It's easier this way. Fabian convinced himself, although he wish he had said yes, given one last hug. He watched her get into the car. What was he doing? Fabian grimaced as the cab pulled away. This was his fault. It was better just to not have a happy ending. To be miserable.

So that's just 525 948 766 minutes a year of him wondering if they could've have played things differently would they've gotten their right ending?