(By the end of this chapter, I'm going to have a heart-to-heart with you guys. Feel free to ignore it if you don't wish to read it.)

I do not own Doki Doki Literature Club, nor do I own any of the characters portrayed within this story.

"So… uh… what movie you want to watch?" She said with a smile, wiping her eyes, laughing.

I smiled back. I hopped up, and grabbed the remote. We scrolled through the movies, and she stopped on a comedy movie.

"That one!" She said happily. I think my entire confession really lightened her mood. I mean, she lightened my mood as well. I just found out she had the same feelings for me that I did for her. I couldn't help but feel more attached to her. Did she feel the same?

I got up, and turned the light off, and sat down on the floor by the edge of my bed. Natalie laid back, and scooted over closer to the edge of the bed, to where she was almost touching my head. She had her arm hanging off the bed, around me, with her hand resting on my arm.

We were a few minutes into the movie, and I noticed Natalie wasn't chuckling at the jokes in the movie anymore. I turned around, and saw she was asleep. I didn't care for the movie, so I paused it, and got up. I went and found a blanket and pillow for myself, and laid it out on the ground, but my movement woke her up.

"Huh? Did I fall asleep during the movie?..."

"Yeah. It's okay though, I paused it so we could resume it later. It is getting late, and I thought I'd let you sleep. I'm sorry if I woke you."

"It's okay! But… what're you doing on floor?"

"I'm letting you have my bed, silly. And I'm not going to go sleep in another room. I like being in the same room. It makes me feel better, so I know you're right here, and safe." I smile at her.

She starts to get up. "Wait, at least let me sleep on the floor so you can have your bed!"

I stop her. "I know you like my bed, Natalie. I insist. I'm okay on the floor."

She lays back down, but gives me a guilty, worried look.

"Well… I-I don't mind… sharing… i-if you'd like…" She scoots over, and lifts the covers up.

"Are you sure?" I ask

She hides her face from her nose down under the covers, and nods her head.

"O-Okay, thanks."

I slide into the bed, giving her a little space in between us, facing away from her.

We were stuck in an awkward silence for a minute or two before I hear her voice again.

"Hey," she says. I turn over to face her.

"hm?" I say lightly

"Thank you…"

"For what?" I asked

"For… everything…" She has tears in her eyes.

I smiled, and held out my arms. She crawled into the hug, holding back crying. She was cute when she cried. She was cute all the time. But I didn't like to see her cry.

"You're welcome."

We were quiet for a little while, just holding each other. I decided to push the limits.

"I love you."

"…I-I love you too, Nick." She pulls her head away, looks at me, and smiles. She puts her head back, and closes her eyes. She wraps her legs round mine, and hugs a little tighter.

I close my eyes too, and we both drift to sleep in each other's arms.

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I woke up in the middle of the night to some shifting around from Natalie. She normally moved around a little when she slept, I knew from past sleep overs we had when we were kids, although we've never shared a bed before, but this was different. She was in a cold sweat, and mumbling some things, but nothing was really understandable except for the few mentions of my name, which was… odd?

Well, this was a dilemma. Do I wake her up? I looked over at the clock on my nightstand: 2:55. She loves her sleep, but she certainly seems bothered. I get nightmares sometimes, and I know if the situation were reversed I'd want her to wake me up.

I decided I'd wake her up.

The way we were positioned was still mostly the same from before we went to bed, she was facing me. Her arms weren't around me, but rather crossed in an 'x' against her chest, held tightly. One of my arms was underneath her, and the other was up curled over my head. I poked her arm lightly.

"Hey, you alright?" I asked

She didn't give a response, and shivered a little. I gave her a heavier nudge.

"Wake up, Nat, you're having a nightmare."

"…h-huh? What?" She said groggily.

"Are you alright? You were having a nightmare and kind of freaking out in your sleep."

"N-No I wasn't, what makes you think that?" she asked.

"Well, you were in a cold sweat, shivering, and moving more than usual." I said.

She shifted a little, and was quiet for a moment, then responded.

"Maybe I was having one… a-a little one… but don't worry about it, I'm okay!" She craned her neck over me to look at the clock. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry for waking you up, It's so late!"

"It's okay, don't worry about it. As long as you're okay is all I'm worried about, plus, we don't have school tomorrow, so we aren't missing anything if we sleep in."

She was quiet, obviously bothered. It was silent for a moment, until I decided to break it.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really… do you think it would be good for me to talk about it?"

I thought for a minute, then responded.

"I think it would be, but if you're not comfortable with doing so then don't force yourself, you don't have to." I smiled at her and brushed her hair out of her eyes.

She blushed. "Y-You're too good to me… how about tomorrow morning? I'm super tired and all I can think about is sleep… that, and… how good your voice sounds when you're tired…" She mutters the last part to where it's just barely audible.

"What was that?" I said with a smile, I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.

"Nothinnn…" She covered her face with the covers again.

"Well, let's get back to sleep, alright?" I put my arm around her back and pulled her close in again. She giggles as she gets comfortable. "If you ever wake up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare or anything, don't be afraid to wake me up, alright?"

She was already out like a light. I don't even know if she heard my last statement, but I'll let her sleep. I thought.

I closed my eyes once again, and went back to sleep.

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I awoke exactly the way we went to sleep. She was a great thing to wake up to. She looked so peaceful, with her beautiful blue eyes closed, her mouth slightly parted, her chest lightly rising up and down, her hair hanging slightly down in front of her face. I carefully slid out of bed so I wouldn't wake her, and covered her back up with the blankets. I figured since I was up before her I could make her some breakfast.

I decided I would make a four-course breakfast, since she's always so hungry in the morning. Her favorite is waffles. My mom used to always make them for us when we were kids. I put some frozen waffles in the toaster, put some maple syrup in the microwave to heat up. While those were being taken care of, I cracked some eggs, whisked them up, and set them aside to be used for later. I only really knew how to make them scrambled.

After the waffles and eggs were finished, I put some bread in the toaster, and started cooking some of the bacon I had left in the fridge. I hoped that the sound of it sizzling wouldn't wake her up.

After everything was made, I set everything up nicely at the table and went to wake her up, when to my surprise I saw her standing at the top of the stairs, with one of the smaller blankets around her shoulders.

"Did you make breakfast? The smell of bacon woke me up, hehe."

Can… can people even smell things in their sleep?

"Yeah, I did," I beamed at her. "and I hope you're hungry, because I made a lot of it! And I made your faavvoorriittee…"

"Waffles?!"

"Yes, waffles." I laughed.

"Take me to them immediately." She demanded. Food was her top priority, second was sleep. Although, I know she was also trying to funny in her own way.

I led her over to the table.

"Holy crap, you really did make a lot. It looks really good! Thank you so much, you're so thoughtful." She said with a smile, the blanket still wrapped around her.

"Anything for you." I smiled at her. It wasn't really anything special, I know it didn't look that good and she was just being nice to me, but I still took the compliment. I pulled out her chair for her.

"Quite the gentleman you are!" She teased.

"Only the best for you, madam." I bowed to her in a knowingly cringy way. She giggled to herself and lightly punched my arm. Then she started to eat my sorry excuse for a breakfast.

I took a seat in the other chair and started to dig in as well.

"How did you sleep? Aside from the nightmare that is, which you said we would talk about this morning." I reminded her.

"Well… aside from that… It was one of the best sleeps I've ever had. Your bed was seriously the most comfortable bed I've ever slept in."

"Well, admittedly, it was a great sleep for me too. Are you going to tell me about your nightmare?" I asked.

"…you're gonna laugh at me…"

"I won't, I promise. I would never laugh at you over a nightmare, let alone anything else."

"Okay… well remember, you promised!"

"I know, I know. Go ahead." I smiled at her.

"Well… don't be mad… but basically it was like a flashback to when your parents passed. Except… you ended up hurting yourself. You were cutting yourself all over your arms and face, and wouldn't let us help you. And it got to the point to where it was just me and you on that bridge down the street… and…" she stops. "I was trying to convince you not to, but right before I was able to grab you and stop you… you…"

I got up from the table, walked over, and hugged her.

"Promise me you'll never do anything like that…" She said.

"I promise. I would never laugh at you about anything like that, Nat. You can talk to me about anything."

"eheh, t-thanks. I know I can always count on you…" she says.

This is starting to feel weird… what are we? Is that something I can ask Natalie without giving her the wrong idea? Are we dating, are we still just friends? I mean, we've been acting like we're dating recently. We both have feelings for each other. Or at least… I think she does? She didn't just develop these feelings because I was the one who helped, or, saved her… right?

No. That wasn't the case. I shouldn't be thinking like that. We have feelings for each other that we've both made pretty obvious. As far as I'm concerned, we pretty much are dating, although that's something I'll let Natalie decide at a later date.

I released her, gathered up the rest of the finished dishes, and put them into the sink. I walked over to the couch, and patted the spot next to me. She stood in front me.

"I'm sorry I made you worry about me." I finally said.

"I-It's okay! It was just a nightmare. Plus, I should be the one apologizing, you made me this big breakfast even after I woke you up in the middle of the night. How hopeless can I be…"

I grabbed her hand, and pulled her down. "Stop it, I was more than happy to. You're not hopeless, and you should never think that you are." Then, I remembered. "Speaking of which, you promised me we'd look at some therapist offices today."

"O-oh, yeah…" She looked away from me.

"I know you aren't too fond of the idea, but it has to be done. Just one visit, it doesn't have to be a regular thing or anything, alright?" I placed my hand on the side of her face and turned her gaze towards me.

"Okay…" Her face got red, and she looked away once again.

I smiled at her. "Good, then go ahead and hop in the shower. I'll find some offices, and get in after you're done."

"Alrighty then, I'll go as quick as possible!" She said, getting up to go upstairs.

"It's alright. Take your time, we have all day."

"That's not why I'm hurrying, silly~" She says in a teasing voice while going out of view.

Then, why did she feel the need to hurry?

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(Alright, so everything up to here was pre-made from when I worked on it during the summer. I actually had to continue the story from where I left off, otherwise it would've been an extremely short chapter, although it was a little shorter than the last four have been. This year, I've been very busy every day of the week, when it comes to work, my studies, and so on. I only have one day a week where I have nothing going on, and a few hours on one particular day. I've been having a lot of fun writing this story, and it makes me really happy seeing so many other people enjoying my ideas, so I'm going to keep doing this. I don't want to give a specific day or upload schedule because I may only be able to get a little bit done a day, or possibly even a week. I don't want to rush it and put out poor content. So, after this chapter, my hope is to put out a new chapter every week or two. I get a lot of inspiration from other writers, and one of my biggest disappointments is when a story ends, or when chapters take months on end to come out. I know everyone has their things going on, but when they put out such good stories, it's almost like going through a withdrawal. Maybe I'm just crazy. Anyways, long story short, I'm going to try my absolute best to get chapters out as soon as possible, but not rush them so they still have good content, and I'm going to make this story last as long as possible, although obviously all things must come to an end. I'm going to make this story into what I've wanted from so many other great stories that have been such an inspiration for me. If you've made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my thoughts. I really appreciate it. As always, thanks for reading, criticize the crap out of me, and I'll see you in the next chapter!)