**alright, I have OFFICIALLY reached the highest level of boredom. Thanksgiving break just started today, and already I'm thinking "so, when's school again?" So I started listening to music (I would DIE without it!) and Need You Now played somewhere in the middle and inspired this songfic-y thing. The italics are lyrics they're based off (I didn't use all of them cuz I didn't wanna be repetitive). Please review**
Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor. Reaching for the phone cuz I can't fight it anymore. And I wonder if I ever cross your mind. For me, it happens all the time.
"Fine!" was the last thing Natalie yelled at Henry before she left. Henry was sick of Natalie going out and getting drunk. He wanted all of that to stop, but Natalie had completely refused to do so. So Natalie bounded out, slammed the door and sped off home, too angry for words.
A few weeks later, Natalie had gone out to get drunk again. She wanted to call Henry and tell him to come, but, since that day, they hardly spoke and she wasn't sure if she had unintentionally broken up with him. She hoped not. Although they weren't talking, it didn't mean she wanted him to go away forever.
It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now. Said I wouldn't come, but I lost all control and I need you now. And I don't know how, I can do without. I just need you now.
Henry was feeling the same temptation to call Natalie, but he was having second thoughts. The fight they had wasn't a quick forgive and forget thing. It was something that could have put their entire relationship in jeopardy. He took out his phone. "Where is she? How is she?" Henry couldn't help but wonder. Without Natalie, life just felt… empty. "Don't call her… don't call her… you don't need her stress in your life… don't call her…"
Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door. Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before.
Natalie sat in a little corner by herself. She couldn't even remember where she was, but she did remember Henry coming to save her through those same doors. She couldn't help but picture him zooming through the doors, making like a Superboy and saving her sorry face. "Henry, please come…" she muttered.
Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.
Henry couldn't sleep. His heart ached for Natalie and he couldn't sleep through the pain. Every so often, he would take out his phone, hoping that either a message from Natalie would suddenly appear or that fate would make him dial the numbers. Neither of those happened. He couldn't take it anymore. He knew exactly what he had to do.
And I said I wouldn't come.
Natalie was still sitting alone in her little corner. She knew that any second, a random guy would pick her up, take her to his place and have her raped or beaten… maybe even killed, if she was lucky. Just then, she was picked up and carried away. Fate was falling into place… "Nat, are you alright?" she heard Henry say.
"H-Henry? Y-You came?" Natalie stuttered.
Henry hushed her. "Don't talk. Let's just get you home, okay? You had a long night."
"But… how did you know where to find me?"
"I don't know. I'm sorry we fought."
"I'll take you home."
"Okay." Natalie was quiet a minute, then she said, "Thanks, Henry."