Hey everyone! This story takes place after 3.03. It's basically an NH story, with all the current couples. It's about how both Nathan and Haley want to be back with each other again, but need to finds themselves and find the trust again before they can. Enjoy, and please leave me lots of reviews!
Haley looked at herself in the foggy mirror. A year ago, she never would have believed where she would be today. Long, fake blonde waves fell to her shoulders. She picked up a strand of it in disgust. This wasn't real. None of it is, she thought. It has to be a dream. What can I do if its not?
Haley sighed, and stepped back to get a good look at herself. A yellow tank top hung on her petite frame. Pink pajama bottoms grazed her shimmery toenails. Only one person had told her that she was beautiful, and only from that one person did she believe it. Haley put her head in her hands, leaning on the small bathroom counter. I'm not the same person I was a year ago. That's for sure. Haley remembered that girl well. Auburn hair pulled back in plastic barrettes. Any clean t-shirt and plain jeans. Disgust for Nathan Scott. Haley smiled to herself. That seemed like a lifetime ago.
She liked to think of herself as a stubborn girl who always stuck to her opinions, but she wasn't that kind of girl at all. The hate for him had soon turned to love. Love her made her do crazy things. Instinctively flew to the small of her back. Even though she couldn't see it, she knew that the number 23 was branded there. She had gotten that tattoo about a year ago. Haley remembered telling Lucas why she'd gotten it: Even if we aren't together for the rest of our lives, if I look at this and remember how happy I am now, I think I'll be okay with that." Haley twisted around so she could get a glimpse of the small back writing in the mirror. She needed to see it. She hadn't been that happy in a long time.
Suddenly, the door flew open. A perky brunette stood in the doorway with her hand son her hips. "Tutorbabe, are you moping again?" Haley turned to look at her, forcing a smile. "No, Brooke. I'm fine." Seeing the suspicious look in her roommate's eyes, she smiled for genuinely. "Really, I am." Brooke put her arm around Haley's shoulders, and led her out into the small apartment. Originally a bachelor pad, then housing two very happy newlyweds, this apartment had seen a lot, Haley mused. Now it held trendy furniture and a big ugly reminder of what happens when you get your heart broken. Haley looked desolately at the chaotic pink painting. "It's okay, Roomate. He'll come around. I promise."
Brooke pulled Haley into a one-armed hug. "If he loves you enough to not forgive you, he'll come around. You just can't give up." Haley stared at the mess on her wall. "I can't, Brooke. Because if I do, then…it's over." She shook her head. "And I'm not ready to give up yet."