She graduates Oxford and everyone goes to London to see her. Everyone but him.
His invite sits tacked up on his fridge, her loopy writing on the back asking him to come.
Maybe it's childish, but he thinks about all the times he asked her to come home, all the times he asked her to stay and she didn't, and he decides that maybe in some sick, twisted way, this is his payback. He knows it doesn't mean anything.
She's Serena, and she's going to do whatever it is that she wants to do.
...
It's been a year since he last saw her or heard from her. A full year.
He dated a girl, one of Blair's friends. But she was too much like Blair and not enough like Serena, and despite Blair's threats (none of which she followed through on) he broke up with the girl after a month and a half.
He spirals a little bit. Maybe her last visit was just too much, cheating on Carter (Nate doesn't care) and whatever. He knows they broke up (Blair managed to not-so-subtly drop that into a conversation) and Nate doesn't care what Serena's reasons were if he wasn't one of them. Given that she's not back in New York, he thinks it's safe to assume he wasn't.
Chuck, always a fan of a good spiral, stands by his friend, makes sure he gets home alright or puts him up at The Empire after a particularly rough night. They drink together on nights when Chuck can, and he doesn't ask Nate any questions.
Sometimes he gets answers anyway.
"She just...she doesn't even care," Nate says one night after too much scotch.
Chuck doesn't ask who or what Nate is talking about. He just nods his head sagely, sips his drink. "It's hard for her to care. Always has been."
"Not with me," Nate says quietly.
He knows there's no argument for that.
...

She turns up on his doorstep in the middle of March, hair wet, clothes drenched from the downpour outside, and bags at her feet. And she's crying.
He pulls her inside immediately. No matter what they've been through, what she's put him through or any of the rest of it, they both know he's never going to turn her away. Never. So he lets her cry against him, clutching his shirt at his back in her fists, runs his hand over her hair and up and down her back.
"Serena," he says after a while, when they're sitting on his sofa, her practically on top of him.
"It's my mom," she says quietly, eyes clouded with tears again.
She doesn't have to say anything more, and he pulls her onto his lap and holds her tight.
The cancer wasn't real the first time. It was the second time. It is now.
...
They spend two full days in his apartment. She doesn't leave his bed the first day, and he does only to bring her food and coffee and grab movies from the living room they can watch in the bedroom. Nothing happens. She doesn't kiss him and he's not stupid enough to kiss her. They just curl up together, and he lets her cry when she needs to, doesn't say anything about it if she's trying to hide it.
And given that her phone hasn't rung once since she showed up, he thinks that no one else knows she's in New York. She came to him. That makes him feel better than it probably should, but after all the leaving, it's nice to know that she comes back sometimes, too. He'd forgotten that part a little bit.
"Shouldn't you go see her?" he asks on day three, before he has to go to class and she's still laying in his bed. She shakes her head. "Serena."
"Not yet," she whispers. "I can't yet."
"Okay," he says quietly. Without even thinking, he leans over and kisses her, just as a goodbye. She's still got her eyes closed when he pulls away, and there's a little smile on her lips. "Sorry."
She shakes her head and pulls the covers up a little more. "Don't be."
He doesn't bother asking what she means by that, if she means anything. He leaves the apartment for the day and it takes everything in him not to call Blair or Lily or Eric and tell them Serena's home.
Maybe it's selfish, but he wants her to himself just a little longer.
And honestly, he thinks he deserves it.
...

He gets out of class and he gets a text from Serena telling him to come to her mom's place. He's proud of her. It's stupid, because she obviously came to New York to see her mom. She should have done it sooner, but he's glad she's doing it now.
When he walks into the van der Woodsen apartment, he sees Serena, Lily and Eric all sitting in the living room, Serena on the floor and Lily running her hand through her daughter's hair. He's greeted with three tired, scared smiles, and he walks over, kissing Lily's cheeks and shaking Eric's hand. He helps Serena off the floor and she sits next to him on the opposite sofa, and they all just talk. Just talk about nothing and whatever trivial things that don't include words like 'treatment' or 'cancer' or 'the odds'. Nate knows it's not his place to ask Lily any of the more intense questions about her health.
But when he's in the kitchen fixing hot cocoa (on Serena's insistence; apparently he makes the best cocoa out of any of them), Lily comes in and has a hushed conversation.
"Thank you, Nate," she says, laying her hand on his forearm. "She always needs a little more help than she likes to admit."
Nate manages a soft laugh and nods his head. "I really don't mind," he admits.
"I know that," Lily says. She looks upward, fighting tears, and Nate doesn't know what to do, so he rests his hand over hers. "I just want her to be happy."
For the first time, he thinks her prognosis might not be that good at all.
"I do too," he says quietly.
She curls her fingers around his, fingertips pressing against his palm, forces him to look at her. "You are wonderful, Nate," she says with conviction. "And she knows that, too."
Something inside him shifts, and he starts to believe that maybe their story doesn't have to be a tragedy.
...

When they get back to his apartment, she's kissing him before he's even got the door closed. But it's not a demanding kiss at all. It's soft, like a thank you against his lips, and so he holds her gently, as though she might break if his touch is too hard on her skin.
"I miss you, Nate," she whispers, pressing her face against his neck.
"I know, S. I miss you, too," he says, running a soothing hand up and down her back. "Your mom is worried about you."
"I'm worried about her," she argues. "And I knew she was talking about me with you."
He laughs quietly and pulls her a little further into the apartment. She reaches for his hand and walks them to the bedroom. It's a disaster, her suitcases scattered around, her clothes strewn about. It's almost like when they nearly lived together. He likes it.
But then she sits down at the edge of the bed and pulls her shirt over her head, dropping onto the floor.
"Serena."
"Nate, please," she says, reaching for his hand. "I just...I want you, okay? I just want you."
He knows it's a bad idea, that he'll only be left with a broken heart for the hundredth time when she leaves again. But he loves her, and he stopped fighting it a long time ago. And the way she feels beneath him, against him, kissing him, whispering his name...it's almost enough.
...

hoho~
终于贴完啦

甩个链接试试
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5980909/1/take_me_in_one_of_your_minutes

来自己的楼里逛逛。。。
o(）＾）)o 唉 有种怪冷清的敢脚 上次贴完的时候素这个样子 肥来还是介个样子。。。



看的我泪流

NS万岁~￣へ￣￣へ￣￣へ￣

好看啊，但是太短了不过瘾~

练英语￣へ￣

￣へ￣又看了一遍，NS><

不错不错，顶一个

难得冒个泡~
贴图 不解释~~