Last Night | Nick Jonas x Kendall Jenner {COMPLETED}

T w e n t y - T h r e e

Hi, this one might be a little short. I'm having writer's block. Too many plots in my head. Here's your track, though.

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Take a bullet straight through my brain
Yes, I would die for you, baby
But you won't do the same

Grenade - Bruno Mars

Nick Jonas's POV

(10:27 AM Sunday)

I stumbled through my house, trying to look for an ice pack. I never knew Kendall would do such a thing that would actually physically hurt me. I mean, it's not like I'm dying, I just can't play guitar or anything for about a month.

I fell back on my couch, clutching my hand while my other hand felt my pockets for my phone. I couldn't drive, meaning I had to run all the way home. My car was still in front of Gigi's house.

I dialed 911, and put it to my ear, "Hello, 911, here."

"Hey— listen, I'm Nick Jonas, I want a— a doctor at my residence," I said, trying to catch my breath. My insulin was nowhere next to me, and I couldn't remember where I left it. "Not by ambulance--"

"You're Nick Jonas?"

"Yes," I said, hoping the woman wouldn't fangirl. "I need a private visit, I think I broke an arm--"

"How did you break the arm, sir?"

"Er--" I paused; Would it sound professional if I said a girl I had sex with pushed me off a building? No. "Er-- I slipped off a balcony, I think."

"Oh, um... OK, we will have a private visit at your residence soon, is there anything else, you sound devastated about something"

I gasped for breath, "Yeah, I— I'm a diabetic, and I ran half a mile without any water or insulin. I-- I think I need— I can't seem to remember where I kept my insulin stash," I said, gasping as a stabbing pain entered my shoulder. "Just— hurry."

"OK, I'll have Dr. Thomas get you some insulin. Please hold on."

I gulped and closed my eyes for the time being. I was over this girl. She shouldn't have been such a selfish— girl. If she would just listen to me and my feelings, I bet she's had more flings than this one. THEY even probably left in the middle of the night.

And I haven't.

Yeah, because of the alcohol.

Still, I wouldn't have left. I'm not that much of a douche.

You are just lying to yourself. About everything. You're not even sure if you're actually going to be over her. You still like her, and you don't hate her, even if she fucking murdered you in bed.

No, that's too far, I'd be dead, but if I survived, I'd have hated her.

Yes, it was an example. I was trying to prove a point, thickhead.

Kinda hard to tell.

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Kendall Jenner's thoughts

(10:40 AM Sunday)

I sprawled myself on the couch and flicked through my phone, perhaps with a grumpy look on my face. I felt horrible. I should not have stomped on his fingers like that. What if he died? I would be a murderer my whole life.

And to make matters worst, I'd have about a billion young fangirls plotting my death. 

Even so, Nick'd have a hundred billion guys plotting HIS death :)

I received a text last night that I didn't check. Because I didn't need to.

Harry: Hi, Kendall, I can't sleep.

Harry: Are you awake?

Harry: You're probably not.

Harry: But anyways

Harry: I want to meet up with you tomorrow. 

Harry: Is that OK?

Harry: You'll see this tomorrow. I'm just being annoying right now...

Harry: I hope you respond tomorrow.

Harry: I love you, Kendall, goodnight.

My heart practically stopped.

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Ooh, new ship. 

I have writer's block, but I promise, I will try and publish as much as I can for you guys. This one might be short. And I'm sorry about that.

Who's your ship, Nendall or Hendall?

Please vote, I love you guys for that!

*Dudes, my story reached 400. I'm so f*cking stoked right now, I just wanna update more and more for you guys!