Hey guys. Before you move onto the actual story, please bear with another ridiculously long author's note. Read the whole thing because I have a ahem, ahem spoiler at the end of this note.

First of all, thank you for all your reactions. I know the twist isn't something you guys would naturally want for Naley, but please don't hate me or the story. I happen to love happy endings as much as I love Naley. ;p

Second, this is One Tree Hill and as you guys already know, anything can happen and even the most perfect relationships have their shocking, God-This-Sucks moments. Trust me.

I love the Baley relationship and personally, if I were Haley, I'd hate Brooke forever, but I'm not and like I just said, I love happy endings. Rest assured, they're still going to be friends. I'm trying to make this as realistic as possible and so, it's going to take a little something-something ahem, ahem to make them friends again. As for Naley getting together again, maybe that something-something might just help them as well.

Nathan walked to Haley's apartment in the hopes of talking to her. Before she could even step on the sidewalk of her house, his cell phone began to ring.

"Hello?"

"Don't even think of coming one step closer." Haley's voice warned. The shakiness of her voice told him that she had just been crying.

"Ah, so you were watching me?" Nathan asked, unable to suppress the smirk on his face.

"I just happened to look out the window." Haley said in annoyance.

He looked up, hoping to see her face peeping through any of the windows but she wasn't. "I need to talk to you."

"No."

"Haley, let me explain – please –"

"I don't need to hear your pathetic explanation. Go away."

Ignoring her objections, Nathan marched to her doorstep and began slamming his fist on the door. "Open the door, Haley!"

"Quit banging on the door and quit being a pain in the ass!" Haley told him.

"I'm not leaving until you open this door and let me explain!" He said into the phone.

"I hope you have some form of entertainment with you because you're going to be standing on that doorstep for a long time." Haley said curtly, cutting the line short.

He swore, pocketing his phone. "Damn it Haley, at least hear me out!" Nathan shouted.

There was no reply.

"I have a fucking hangover that is killing me and I'm fucking exhausted so please talk to me!" He yelled.

"Yeah, I'd imagine you to be exhausted after cheating on me last night – and don't you dare slam that door again or I'll call the police!" Haley shouted from the window.

"I am not leaving, Haley! You can count on that!"

Haley sighed, closing her eyes and began to cry some more. She didn't give a damn if Nathan would live on her doorstep just waiting for her to let him explain. He cheated on her and it was the most unforgivable thing he could possibly do.

She saw what she saw and she had no intention of reliving it again – much less hearing it from him. Besides, hearing his voice only made her feel worse. What more if she saw him again? Maybe she'd slap him for being such a goddamned asshole all the time. It wasn't fair.

Haley rose and dragged herself to the shower. She turned it on full blast, letting the hot water seep through her clothes. She didn't give a damn on how hot the water was or that she could get third-degree burns.

All she knew was, no physical pain could ever equal what she was going though. It was far worse than hell itself.

I don't want to love him anymore – he'll only hurt me the longer I stay . . . I don't want to get hurt anymore . . . I have to be strong for our – my child.

Flashback

Nathan arrived home that night to see Haley fast asleep on the bed, the moonlight streaming through the window and illuminating her beautiful features.

He walked to her and tenderly pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She stirred and opened her eyes. She smiled and sleepily whispered, "Hey baby."

"I'm sorry for waking you." He apologized, stroking her hair.

"It's okay. I don't mind waking up to you," Haley said, intertwining her fingers with his. "How was the big basketball meeting?"

"Well, if you want to know, your best friend kicked my ass in basketball practice." Nathan admitted sheepishly.

Haley smiled. "Go Luke."

"Hey, why aren't you cheering me on?" He demanded in mock indignation.

"Baby, I cheer you on every day," she said, moving so he could lie next to her. "Besides, even if Luke kicked your ass today, at least I'm here to make it all better."

Nathan raised a brow suggestively. "Are you implying what I think you're implying?"

"Oh, I'm implying a lot of things – and it would probably take me all night to send the message." Haley teased, kissing his neck.

"I have all night." He said, his breathing suddenly shallow.

Her teeth closed around his earlobe, making his entire body jerk with need. She unbuttoned his shirt while leaving wet kisses down his chest. She was just about to loosen his belt buckle when Nathan stopped her.

"No – fair – you're still – fully – clothed." He panted.

Haley grinned. "That's why you're here."

Nathan quickly tore off her clothes and after scrambling out of his, he lay back on top of her. His mouth came crashing down on hers as his tongue hungrily went in search of hers. She moaned into his mouth, digging her fingernails deep into his shoulders. His lips and tongue moved to her neck, then lingered on her breasts, making her arch against him. "Oh my God -"

A finger slipped into her, causing her to scream his name. He teased with her for a while, preparing her for what was to come next. He kissed her deeply again as another finger slipped in. His lips replaced his fingers, teasing her some more – waiting for her to be on the brink before he could do anything else. Haley was going insane with all the sensations she was experiencing.

"I – need you now, Nathan –" Haley whispered pleadingly.

"I love you, Haley…" He whispered breathlessly.

Haley nodded against his sweaty shoulder.

"Tell me you love me." Nathan insisted, kissing her gently.

"I love you so much, Nathan." She said.

He abruptly entered her, making her scream again. "I love you, and that's all that matters."

Haley sank down on the tiled floor, sobbing in agony. "I thought you loved me, Nathan..."

Lucas sat on the one of the picnic benches in the River Court, watching a few small boats pass by. He had been there all day, thinking – hating Brooke – hating Nathan – hating himself for even falling in love with her – and hating life.

When he saw Nathan and Brooke that morning, he was so angry that he practically felt his blood boil. He wanted nothing but to beat the crap out of Nathan for hurting Haley and sleeping with Brooke.

He tried calling Haley for the umpteenth time but once again, she was on voice mail.

"Hi, you've reached Haley's voice mail. You know what to do."

"Hales – it's Luke – and I know this is probably the hundredth time I've tried calling you, but you're not answering the phone and I'm getting worried. When I left that asshole's place, you were already gone. Please call me back, Hales. Talk to me – we'll get through this together, okay? I love you, buddy."

"Not as much as I love you."

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