Nathan watched her as her head fell down limply and bounced back up as she opened her eyes slightly. He could tell that sleep was taking over her body. For some odd reason, he couldn't just leave her. No matter how much she protested, he couldn't just have her walk away and sleep at some place other than a bed. He had been following her for two hours now. It was really late. She had finally came to Grand Central Station and took a long awaited rest leaning against the wall. It was nearly empty when she got there and the first thing she did was yawn. He was still watching her from a safe distant before deciding that it was safe to approach her. Her head hang limply to the right of her shoulder. He sighed at her uncomfortable position and took her head into his hands. He positioned himself next to her and let her head lean against his shoulder. He didn't understand Haley's protestation for sleeping at his place. It wasn't like they were going to share a bed. Her turned slightly to look at her. She looked so peaceful, angelic and calm. He couldn't help but feel sympathy towards her. Poor thing, he thought. She must have been through a lot. He looked down at her hands. He hadn't notice it before. His heart nearly ripped noticing that it was rough and branded with scars and bruises. It wasn't like the hands of other women whom he had been with. Their hands were always soft and clean. Like they were the hands of a newborn. They always had the money or time to get their nails done, or get it treated. They never lifted a rock or a dish in their entire lives. Haley's on the other hand, represented something else. It represented her life. She worked hard, and her hands were proof of it. He returned his gaze to her face. She was dead asleep. He couldn't help but grin at the sight of her. It was a nice feeling to have her there by his side. He brushed a piece of hair falling in front of her face. It felt good to touch her, almost as if he calmed him down. He knew it was wrong, but then again, if this is wrong, maybe he doesn't want to be right. Ever.


She slowly opened her eyes, still half asleep. She glanced at the clock sitting on the nightstand in front of her. 9:30, it blinked. Her eyes widened. Oh no, she was late. Gosh, she must have slept in late. She quickly got out of bed and ran for the door. The vision quickly blurred but focused on the image of Nathan in front of her, sitting at a table drinking from a mug.

"Good morning sunshine," he commented and sipped from his mug. She furrowed her brows. Is this a dream? She looked around her. It wasn't her apartment. It was cleaner, whiter, and bigger. She took a small step forward. There were pictures of Nathan and strangers around. It definitely wasn't her apartment. Where was Peyton? Her eyes shot open as she remembered.

"Don't bother coming home tonight." It all hit here at once.
"Are you hungry?" Nathan asked looking at her from the table. Haley broke out of her daze and looked at Nathan. Anger and frustration flowing inside of her.

"You shouldn't have brought me here," she said angrily, walking towards him.

"And let you sleep at Grand Central Station? Yeah, right," he said chuckling, as he shook his head.

"I told you I didn't want to come here. I didn't need your help," she told him, slapping her hands down on the table and leaning over. Nathan grinned as he saw a section of her white lacy bra.

"You should be more thankful. Dressing like that and sleeping openly at public places with no security around, I'm sure you were on a couple of predators' list last night." He motioned at her exposed chest and smirked. Haley quickly straightened up and pressed her hand against her chest, embarrassed.

"You're welcome," he said, happy with himself. He took another sip and looked up at her. "Hungry?" he asked.

"No," she said still angry. Her stomach grumbled despite her answer. She glared down at it, angry that her body isn't helping her against Nathan Scott. He laughed.

"Pull up a chair, Debra just dropped off breakfast. It's still fresh," he said pushing a plate of pancakes and eggs in front of her. Haley sat down and looked at him.

"Debra?" she asked.

"My cook," he answered.

She nodded. "Oh." She grabbed the fork and took a bite.

"Good, isn't it?" Nathan asked. Haley nodded and took another bite.

"So I've thought it over and you can stay here as long as you need," Nathan told her. He smiled sympathetically. Haley couldn't help but be speechless at his thoughtfulness.

"Thanks. I really appreciate it," she said and smiled back at him. He nodded before bending down and picking up a package.

"Here, it's for you," he said handing it to her. She hesitated but took it and looked at him.

"What is it?"

"Open it," he encouraged. Haley took the lid of the box off and gasp as she saw what it was. A brand new cell phone.

"I can't take it," she said pushing it back to him. "It looks too expensive. I-I just can't."

"Haley, I bought it for you-for business purpose. You said your cell phone was broken, so I have to buy you one in case I need to get in touch with you when you're away from the office," he told her as a matter of factly. "It's like part of your uniform, or something like that. So take it." He smiled at her.

She couldn't help but smile back. It was a pretty nice phone. She picked it up and looked at it.

"Thanks," she answered. "Really, for all of this."

He nodded in return. "No problem. Just- remember to pick up my dry cleaning and I have a meeting at eleven, so make sure you get to the office by ten to help me prepare," he said getting up. Haley's friendly face was replaced with a glare.

"Oh, and I'll have to dock a week's paycheck for that phone," he answered as he walked away.

"Hey!" she yelled standing up. Nathan reached the door and grabbed his jacket and briefcase. He grinned. "I was just kidding. I'll see you at the office. Don't be late!