Disclaimer: Unfortunately, the only things I own of One Tree Hill are the season DVDs, the soundtrack, and the calendar.
A/N: I realize that I have three other stories that I should be updating… but I'm sorry I just HAD to start a new one! Of course, if you've read my stories before, this is of course a Naley focused one. Also, my chapters will probably vary in length, but if they are particularly short (i.e. 500 words or less), you can expect a quick update. I hate to keep my faithful readers waiting!
Nathan Scott had it all. He was the starting forward on his favorite basketball team, the New York Knicks. He owned one of the biggest penthouse apartments in Manhattan, in which he lived with his fiancé, Elizabeth Jones. He had a good relationship with his mother, but his father had died in a fire when Nathan was a senior in high school. Some would say he had the perfect life. He had everything, until he came across Haley James. Again.
Haley wasn't a stranger to heartache. Afterall, she had been married to Nathan for a brief period in high school. Then she made the biggest mistake of her life by leaving him to pursue her dreams. After she returned to Tree Hill, where she had lived all of her life, Nathan had thrown the divorce papers at her and escaped his failed marriage to his first love.
Haley had gone on living her life with her best friend Lucas Scott, Nathan's half brother. She finished high school and went to the University of North Carolina with Lucas and his then girlfriend Rachel Medina. After getting her certification to become an elementary school teacher, she spent the next nine years having the time of her life, and slowly got herself back into the dating circuit, still never forgetting her short lived marriage to the man of her dreams.
That was then. Now it was 2016, and the Tree Hill High 10 year reunion was looming over their heads like a black rain cloud. Both Haley and Nathan were 28 years old, and neither wanted to relive their past by seeing each other once again. It been ten years… ten long years since they'd last seen each other in person, ten years since she had seen the gleam in his eye when he shot the three pointer with two seconds left to win the game. Ten years since he had seen how beautiful she looked with the faint white spotlight shining on her face as she sang on stage. Ten years since they had both said 'I love you', and actually meant it. Ten years, and not one night went by when they didn't still feel the way they had felt in the beginning.
