A/N: This is a fluff where Nate comes from a posh family and (Y/N) comes from a poorer family. Nate is going to be quite a jerk in this, so be prepared for him to be different to how he is in real life. I hope you all enjoy it.
Nate and (Y/N) had been dating for a few months now and things were beginning to get more serious, and what I mean by that is that Nate was beginning to raise his standards. You see Nate had quite a few sets of standards for different people, which had been set into his head by his parents when he was young.
His parents had always been very keen for Nate to find the perfect girl, fall in love, get married and have children so they could be grandparents before they passed away. A few of those criteria had been met, or were in the process of being met apart from the perfect girl part. That set of standards was particularly high.
To be the perfect girl (Y/N) would have to change a lot of things. She just wasn't what Nate or his parents were looking for at the moment.
I know what you're all thinking – if I were (Y/N), I would have dumped his ass long ago. Well she'd told herself this, but the thing is she was so in love with him that she couldn't bring herself to. For all his flaws, she still loved and wanted him. And because of that she wanted to please him.
But (Y/N) didn't know how to please a man like Nate. He was perfect, not only in his looks, but in his actions – he could do no wrong. Nothing she did seemed to be quite good enough. On many occasions she and he had been out and he'd humiliated her quite badly.
The most prominent memory she had of this was when she had been invited around to Nate's parents' house for a dinner party that they were hosting. In their book it was nothing fancy, but to (Y/N) it was the fanciest thing she had ever seen. The house was so grand that it could have given even the Queen of England a run for her money.
They had a large entrance hall, which led to a huge staircase and the dining room off to the right. To the left there was the sitting room, or the reception room as Nate's mother had called it.
When (Y/N) had walked in Nate's mother had come out to greet her, but her face showed that she was less than pleased with what she was presented with. "Well, hello dear, you must be (Y/N). I'm Bernice." She said, holding out her hand hesitantly.
(Y/N) saw the look in Bernice's eyes and instantly knew things were going to be difficult for her. She took her hand and shook it.
Bernice pulled her hand back and sneakily wiped it on her skirt as if (Y/N) had some kind of disease. "Graham!" She yelled shrilly. (Y/N) flinched at the loudness of her voice. She looked down at the floor as she saw Nate's father Graham come into the hall. "Take (Y/N)'s coat." She said.
Graham gave (Y/N) a similar look to Bernice. He went over and took her coat, revealing (Y/N)'s beautiful deep blue velvet dress. Bernice looked her up and down, but said nothing. It was clear that she was thinking things in her head that she wasn't going to say out loud, not yet at least.
At that moment Nate came down the stairs and looked (Y/N) over. Bernice walked over and whispered in his ear, "She could have made more of an effort."
Nate nodded in agreement, but looked at his girlfriend with a sickly smile. "Darling, you look wonderful." He went over and gave her a polite peck on the cheek. "Now, I think mother and father have prepared quite the feast in the dining room, so shall we?"
(Y/N) nodded and smiled sheepishly at his parents. She felt quite out of place if the truth was known.
"I agree. We've heard many things about you my dear, we'd like to get to know you better." Graham said as he put her coat in the cloak room.
"I must say, you and your wife have a beautiful home." (Y/N) said, hoping to at least appear polite.
"Well it's very kind of you to say dear." Bernice chimed in. "This manor has been in the family for years and we hope to keep it that way for many to come."
(Y/N) walked into the dining room, watching Bernice, whom seemed to have a slight wiggle as she walked. She held herself differently to most women (Y/N) was around on a daily basis and it was obvious that this was no mere age thing, it was etiquette at its finest.
Nate led (Y/N) to the table and pulled her seat out for her, which she sat on, but said nothing. That was strike one. Nate cleared his throat and looked at her with a sharp eye. (Y/N) felt his eyes boring into the back of her head and looked at him. She then realised that his mother and father were doing the same. She realised what they were waiting for. "Thank you..." She said quietly.
Nate nodded and went around the opposite side of the table, taking his seat.
Graham went over to Bernice's seat and pulled it out just as his son had. Bernice sat down and immediately thanked him. That made (Y/N) feel even worse.
(Y/N) then picked up her fork to begin eating her meal, when she felt a hard kick under the table. She looked up quickly at Nate, who was glaring once more. He shook his head and she put her fork back down.
Bernice looked over to (Y/N) and asked, "So, what do your parents do?"
(Y/N) swallowed hard. "Um, well my mom is unemployed and my dad works in a small factory, which makes parts for cars." She said.
Graham and Bernice gave each other a look which showed disappointment.
"Well, I suppose not everyone can be quite as high achieving as us." Bernice said with a dry laugh.
(Y/N) laughed along too, but felt quite downcast. "No, I suppose not..." She mumbled.
At this point they all picked up their forks, as if there was some unspoken agreement between them all that this was the time to start eating. (Y/N) noticed and copied, beginning to eat her food. She then looked to Graham, not wanting to appear rude by not taking an interest back. "May I ask what you both do?"
Graham looked up and once more across at Bernice. "I'm an accountant and Bernice is my PA. We're quite the team, aren't we dear?"
Bernice chuckled and nodded. "Yes." She continued to eat her food after a moment, seeming to be quite put off by the fact that she'd had to stop eating to answer.
(Y/N) noticed this too and decided to only speak when she was spoken to. She carried on eating slowly, taking the occasional sip of her wine. As she ate, she wasn't aware that she was making slapping sounds with her mouth.
Nate looked up at her with another sharp look. "Darling, could you perhaps eat a little quieter?" He hissed.
She swallowed and glanced at him. "S-Sorry... I didn't know I was..." She felt her face go red at the fact that Bernice and Graham were staring now. Her voice trailed off and she carried on eating slowly, now being careful not to make any noises.
"Nathan tells us that you are going to be attending university soon, is that right?" Graham asked.
(Y/N) smiled softly and nodded. "That's correct."
Bernice seemed to perk up at this. "What will you be studying?" She asked.
"I want to study Drama." (Y/N) replied.
"Ah, well... At least it's different." Bernice said, but nothing more was said on the matter.
For the rest of the night there was a subtle, but present awkwardness in the air that surrounded them. As (Y/N) was getting her coat to leave Nate came over to her.
"Well, a fine mess you made of tonight! All I asked of you was that you come, be polite, and don't ruin things..." Nate said. "You couldn't even get that right."
"What did I do wrong?" (Y/N) asked.
Nate scoffed. "You mean what did you do right? First of all, you didn't say thank you when you sat at the table, you had to be prompted to do so. Secondly, you started to eat before the rest of us, which is just bad manners. And thirdly, you could have at least made up what your parents did for a living and your university subject!"
"You expected me to lie?" She asked.
"No, I expected you to just... Embellish the truth a little. Oh, and by the way, you could have chosen a better outfit." He said, reaching out and rubbing the cloth of her dress between his fingertips. "You're kidding yourself if you think this is real velvet."
(Y/N) swallowed and looked at him. "And here I thought you were a gentleman Nate... I'm not about to change my whole life story because you and your family deem it to be unfit to hit your standards. I'm proud of what my family do. I'm proud of what I want to study and if you don't like that then you can stuff your perfect life up your ass!" She spat. "Call me when you've managed to get your head out your fucking ass!"
(Y/N) turned and walked out of the house, slamming the door in his face.
Perhaps his standards were just too high after all...
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed part 1. Let me know what you thought of it. Part 2 should be out next week.
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