A new Naitlyn story! I know, I'm making loads of Naitlyn stories and not completing them but I will eventually complete them whether I like it or not! I'm sure this story will be updated regularly because I'm flowing with ideas. It might even be completed within a couple of months or so. Bear with me and it will be worthwhile!

This is mainly in Nate's POV but it switches to Caitlyn's as well.

On to the story! :)

Fucking stupid.

That's the words describing me right now as I stare at the TV, gripping my hair. Let me rewind this back a little. It started yesterday when I had finished filming a music video for a song I made for my beautiful, wonderful, hopefully forgiving girlfriend, Caitlyn Gellar.

-FLASHBACK-

"Thanks, Melissa." I said, giving the model a hug. We had just finished filming the music video for 'Jealous' which was going to be released next week. I had a pick of the females which were going to be in the video and I chose Melissa Olivera because she had experience with this sort of thing.

"No problem, Nate." she smiled, batting her eyelashes. I just nodded and focused on my phone, hoping for Caitlyn to call back again after she called during filming.

"Hey, bro. We're going back to the hotel now so I can call Mitch." Shane said, patting my back. I smile and waved him off as I went into my dressing room. Shane and Jason had been supportive of my solo career and in fact, it brought us even stronger because we all wanted to do different things. Shane wanted to do a solo tour and Jason wanted to help out in Mitchie's dad's hardware store, making a new franchise of birdhouses. Surprisingly, they were a hit.

The door opened and Melissa came in, leaning against the wall. "Hey, I don't leave for my flight until 9 this night. Do you want to hang out?" she asked.

"Why not?" I smiled, grabbing my satchel. "It's the least I can do since you helped me out." I opened the door for her and we left the building. I stopped, realising something. "My brothers dropped me off. Can we take your car?"

Melissa smiled and unlocked her rental car. "Sure thing. Want to go to a bar? I heard that they do this epic drink." she asked as we got in.

"Sure." I mumbled, deciding to text Caitlyn instead. She did say she too was busy filming a music video for her new single, 'Dragon', so she had to call before she started. Our schedules had been messed up because of me. We stayed up all night, talking on the phone, probably racking up a huge phone bill but who cares?

"We're here." Melissa announced. Had I really been zoned out for that long? She must have read my mind because she giggled. "It was five minutes away, silly." she said, getting out.

I followed her lead and smiled at the paparazzi who went frantic at my appearance.

15 shots and probably 4-5? Drinks later, I asked Melissa if she wanted to go to a hotel room before she left.

"Okay." she giggled, grabbing my arm and leading us out into the flashing lights. She stopped and kissed me before rushing us back to her rental.

Everything was a blur after that. All I know was that I woke up naked next to Melissa at 4 AM in the morning (she missed her flight) and I felt sick. I had Jason pick me up because I knew Shane would flip at me.

"Thanks." I mumbled to my older brother.

"Whatever." he said. "You know Shane's at the hotel, pissed at you?"

"Sorry." I rolled my eyes.

"It's not us you should apologise to. It's your girlfriend who is back at home, going to wake up to this." Jason said, stopping outside our hotel.

"Let me call her first." I whispered, getting out of the car.

-FLASHBACK OVER-

I tried calling her. I've probably left 200 voicemails on her phone. She didn't answer of course. I called Mitchie at 6 AM when I realised that Caitlyn wasn't going to reply. Mitchie told me that she was passed out in bed because she had to model for some magazine then go to a couple of interviews. I was relieved but I knew Hot Tunes repeated the same news all day so I couldn't escape that fact.

When she did wake up, it was pass 10 AM and boy did she flip. Mitchie called me to tell me that Caitlyn was saying every swear word in the book and it all related back to me.

Again, I pulled my hair and gripped it as the host grinned at the screen, telling the world of my mistake.

"Don't blame her." Shane said, referring to Caitlyn ignoring my calls. "You need to fix this. Now. Forget the tour and go back to L.A. Preferably before she starts burning your house."

I groaned when I realised that we lived together. Caitlyn and I. She was probably making voodoo dolls as her mascara ran down her beautiful grief stricken face. She was probably tearing apart our photos and my clothes and shoes, burning them to ashes.

"Fuck." I said, rushing to my room to get dressed.

...

"She doesn't want to see you." Mitchie said, blocking my way to my own home.

"It's my house. Why don't you tell her that." I said, pushing past her. "Caitlyn?!" I yelled, running up the stairs.

"Fuck off, Nathaniel!" she screamed at me, locking the door to our bedroom.

"Please?" I begged.

I heard a huff behind me and glared at Mitchie. "You know I had to postpone the rest of my tour because of this?"

"Yeah, sorry. I had to as well." I said, not feeling that apologetic to her.

"You're all the same." she muttered, shaking her head.

"What?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"First Shane cheats on me and now you do the same to my best friend. You know, we should stay clear away from you Grays." she replied, stepping closer to me. "All you do is hurt, hurt and hurt and you never even feel the pain."

She was so wrong. I was feeling the pain right now. I don't know about Shane because when Mitchie dumped him, he went straight back to dating a billion girls every week.

We jumped when we heard something hit the door. "Oh! Sorry, did I just throw your trophy you got from the KCAs?" I heard from the other side of the door.

"You didn't!" I gasped, trying to get the door open.

"Whoops, was that your Grammy? Oh! Your Oscar as well?"

Mitchie started laughing as she skipped down the stairs.

"Caity, come on? We can talk about this." I begged her.

"Talk about what? What's there to talk about? Oh, you mean you cheating on me with some hot model? Ah, that. Yeah, I don't really want to talk about that." I could just picture her shrugging carelessly. "Oh, by the way, I'm moving out."

"You don't have to..." I whispered. The door opened and I nearly fell through when I stopped myself in time.

I took a glimpse at Caitlyn and saw that I was partly right. She did have mascara streaked down her cheeks and in her hands, she gripped scissors and one of my favourite tops.

"Yes I do." she stated, point the scissors at me, causing me to lean back. "I really want to stab you right now but I rather not let my fans find out I went to prison for killing my ex boyfriend."

She dropped the scissors and threw the top at me before going back inside to grab her suitcases. I tried to stop her but she kneed me where the sun didn't shine.

"Fuck." I groaned, collapsing to the ground.

"Mitch? Help me." she said, lugging her suitcases behind her. Mitchie came upstairs to help her and laughed when she saw my pain expression. "Oh, don't worry about him. I dealt with that." Caitlyn said, grabbing her sunglasses.

"Caitlyn, please." I begged her.

"Goodbye, Nathaniel." she sighed, shutting the door behind her and Mitchie as I laid on the floor, tears rolling down my cheeks.

That was the first chapter! The second chapter is right after this x