I have three things to apologise for.

Tom is very out of character. I don't know how to make him likable with who I think he is from the book so I changed him.

The point of view changes constantly.

If its choppy then I think im going through a phase.

And… this was a rushed chapter.

Chapter 7

Nick stared straight at Gatsby as he saw him lean down a kiss Daisy. When the two first touched lips Nick felt that he should feel some sort of anger or sadness but all there was, was numbness. He felt void, empty, whether it was by devastation or not didn't matter because right at that moment Nick couldn't care less what anyone or everyone in the world was doing.

Not wanting to crush the faint happiness that Gatsby had found, Nick turned to walk away. By the time he reached the end of the hall, well away from Gatsby, he sat down on the floor and stared out into the crowd. He knew that something was wrong with him, he knew that he should feel something towards what he saw but his worn out mind and body refused to answer. He failed to even feel frustrated that he couldn't feel anything. Now, he just couldn't care less.

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Gatsby rose up from the kiss he shared with Daisy, befuddled. Before when they had kissed, his life seemed to get better and his dream all the closer but this time when his lips touched Daisy's, he felt… bad. The emotion couldn't be put into words. He felt as if he had done something irreversible, a feeling akin to a sense of doom. Ignoring his absurd emotions, Gatsby looked down at Daisy in confusion. Why had she come back to him? But no, none of that mattered. The only thing that did was the fact that she had chosen him once more, and this time he wouldn't let her go. Never.

But the thought waivered ever so slightly when he saw Nick walking away from them both with a blank expression on his face. He almost moved to his friend but then he remembered that Daisy was in his arms. He turned to stare down at her and for a moment there was hate and frustration in his eyes but instantly he calmed himself and kissed her once more. Neglecting Nick he led her to the balcony to join the party and immediately he ran off to join her friends. Once she wasn't paying him any more attention Gatsby rushed back into the house to find Nick.

He found him sitting on the floor with the same blank look gracing his face. Immediately, Gatsby rushed up to him and lifted his face. Nick's eyes were joyless and empty but upon recognition of Gatsby a small spark lit its depths. Frightened for his friend Gatsby placed his hand on Nick's forehead but felt no fever. Now more worried then ever Gatsby patted Nick's cheek and called out to him. As soon as he heard his name, Nick snapped out of his lifeless state and stared up at Gatsby. Overcome with joy by the fact the Gatsby came back Nick smiled up to him, ignorant to the effects of his smile on his dear friend.

Gatsby saw the expression on Nicks face and froze. He was completely and utterly consumed by Nick and in that moment, succumbed to what he had long ignored. Slowly he leaned down and kissed Nick. The time wasn't long but the love was there, as their lips meshed in the most perfect combination. Both felt a fire stir within themselves, a fire that would grow and grow eventually consuming them both.

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Gatsby stumbled out to the balcony where he last parted with Daisy. He leaned against the wall and breathed heavily, only now realizing what he had done. He had kissed Nick and as he recalled, he enjoyed it. The feeling of soft lips pressed against his own, parting ever so slightly to allow his tongue to slip past them. The way their tongues danced on each other was a completely new experience to him. Gatsby blushed deeply before heading farther into the party to find the woman that he had told himself he would commit himself to. However, this time he failed to erase Nick from his mind.

Nick sat in the hall where Gatsby had left him. Blushing deeply each time a person went by. Slowly he rose from his position and headed out of the house to his own.

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Gatsby woke to the crash of glass. He stood slowly and made his way down the hall following the growing noises of pandemonium. What he encountered was shocking. Daisy was standing in the middle of her room holding an expensive vase, in the midst of tossing to the other side of the room. Broken windows were everywhere as well as shattered ceramics and glass. Gatsby couldn't fathom where this outbreak of violence had come from however, cautiously he treaded into the room to prevent further harm and to protect Daisy from her own power.

As soon as she saw him, Daisy lunged at the wall and clawed at it with her fine nails, peeling the paint. "Tom, save me! Don't leave me alone!" She ran to the window and then to the bed to finally collapse at a chair, sobbing. Gatsby walked up to her and embraced her softly, sorrow lacing his features. Slowly her sobs ebbed away as the sun rose. She pushed away from Gatsby with a smile and clapped her hands together, an echo of her former self.

"Gatsby, honey, I feel like watching a show! A great big show!" Gatsby smiled.

"All right. What show do you want to see?" Daisy smiled dazzlingly.

"I heard that a magician would come to perform. Can we go there?" Gatsby nodded his consent and left the room to allow Daisy to prepare herself for the trip that they would soon make. Unconsciously, he stopped to stare out the window at Nick's house. By some miracle, through the hedges he saw Nick sitting on his living room sofa talking on the phone. He had a crease in his brow from what was most likely frustration as he finally put the phone down. It was only when Daisy came back out of her room and called out to him that Gatsby realized that he was staring, intently, at Nick.

Glancing back for one last look, Gatsby walked with Daisy down to the car where they would drive out to the hotel for their date.

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Nick put the phone down and sighed heavily. He had told himself that he would deal with the problems back home during his stay in the hospital but he never got around to doing it and so now, the problem had dealt with itself. In his hometown, he was now branded. Nothing he said or did would change that and if he were to return all that would face him was shame. However, that was only the least of his problems. As he thought that he looked to Gatsby's house but a car driving up the driveway caught his attention.

Inside the car was Tom. TOM. Nick's frustration from his phone call erupted into anger as he saw the smug look on Tom's face. Soon Tom was up the stairs and knocking on Nick's door but Nick made no motion to open the barrier for him. A few minutes passed in silence as Tom waited outside for a man that wouldn't even receive him. Eventually, Nick's will won out as Tom called in from the front door.

"Nick! Come on! Open the door!" Nick stilled as he heard Tom's voice.

"No." He answered with a flat toneless voice that held no emotion whatsoever. If he could have seen through his door, he would have seen the grimace on Tom's face.

"Nick. Don't be mad. Give me another chance." The pitiful tone of Tom's voice drew Nick to face the door but still he did not make a move to open it. "I came here to ask if you wanted to go to a show with me. I'll be a perfect gentleman." Nick, compelled by some unknown emotion rose from his seat and went to the door.

"Why should I?" The coldness of Nick's voice had ebbed away only to reveal the anger, but no one can stay angry at a child.

Hearing Nick's voice to be just beyond the door Tom continued. "The show only lasts for a while and you have nothing else to do." There was a pause before he continued. "Come on Nick, give me another chance." The desperation in his voice drew up the sympathy within Nick and he found himself opening the door for the large man. When Tom saw Nick, who still had a frown on his face, his own was covered in his cocky grin. Nick glared up at him and once again Tom promised. "I'll be a perfect gentleman."

As Nick sat in the car, he wondered why he had chosen to accompany Tom. He did not have any emotion towards the man save for hate. But then why? He pondered and played with the thought for a while before the reason finally came to him. It was revenge. Gatsby had chosen Daisy and left him alone. So he had chosen Tom. That was the reason.

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Gatsby and Daisy entered the grand room of the hotel where the troupe was performing. Unlike other magicians this man had no partner so the crowd could actually involve themselves with the show. The pair had just seated themselves and ordered what food they wanted to eat while watching the show when they noticed two certain people enter the room.

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When Tom and Nick entered the room they paused for a bit to gaze out among the crowd to find seats. Luckily they both failed to notice the appalled couple sitting on a table to the right of them. Tom soon found seats and grabbed Nick's hand to lead him there. Just shy of being a perfect gentleman. As soon as they were seated, they were both given menus for food they could order while watching the show. Noticing that he was hungry, Nick viewed through the menu to browse his options. Tom suddenly leaned forward and pointed to a spot on the menu.

"This is the tastiest thing here." Ten moved back. Nick for some reason felt as though this was an act of courtesy from Tom and accepted his recommendation. As soon as he ordered, the show started.

The act was magnificent a bold. Doves flew out from the oddest places and canes transformed themselves into napkins. Chains were bound then undone by magic. It was a dazzling performance. Despite being with Tom, Nick ended up enjoying the meal and the show, he even shared a few laughs with the man. However, like all good things, it came to an end. When the show was over, Nick was in a brilliantly happy mood because it was the first time he had seen a magic show. He didn't even mind when Tom put his arm around him. Happy and joyous, the two left the hotel.

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Gatsby missed the show. Throughout the entire performance the only thing that his eyes could see was Nick. Studiously, Gatsby gazed at the man as he saw each expression of surprise, joy, and elation pass through his countenance. And with each change in emotion Gatsby felt a dark heavy coil form in the pit of his stomach. Jealousy. The man who Nick was sharing this new experience with was not him but… Tom. Murderous intent filled Gatsby's glare as the show went on and only when the show ended and Daisy called out to him did he realize what he was doing. She also seemed tense and frustrated.

But nevertheless they both made their way together to the doors. In silence.

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Tom dropped Nick off at his house without doing anything just like he said he would. Just like a perfect gentleman. Warming up to Tom, Nick bid him goodbye and smiled. But instead of leaving as Nick said goodbye Tom merely stood in place. Instantly, he was on edge but Tom noticed and left like he was supposed to. Once Tom was gone Nick went to his couch and laid down to rest, fading off to sleep.

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Daisy and Gatsby got to the house shortly after Nick and Tom got to Nick's. So, they ended up seeing Tom drive out of Nick's driveway with a content smile on his face. This made them both all the more infuriated. Immediately after Daisy got out of the car she faced Gatsby and smiled.

Brushing her hair daintily from her face she spoke up. "Gatsby, I'm tired so I'm going to go rest." Without waiting for his answer she turned and walked away with stiff shoulders, not even giving Gatsby a parting kiss. Gatsby, at this point, couldn't care less though he knew that something was wrong with Daisy. All he could do was stare longingly at Nick's house.

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In the middle of the night Nick woke to the sound of a door being shut. Confused he sat up from his spot on the couch and stretched his back to work out all the sore muscles. Fully awake after stretching, Nick got up to check all the doors, thinking that one was left open. He checked all of them and found them all perfectly closed. He walked comfortably around his house, preparing himself for a proper sleep. He was bent over the sink, washing his hands when he saw the glint of the knife in the mirror.

Quickly, he turned to try and dodge the blade but it flashed down and sunk deeply into his skin, hitting bone. When the knife broke in he screamed. A long, painful scream. It was strange because he had been shot before and back then he didn't scream but with a knife, he did.

When the assaulter rushed forward to stab Nick she stepped into the light, revealing who she really was. Daisy.

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Gatsby heard Nick scream and rushed to his backyard to go help. Soon, he got to the hedge and made his way through to go into the house. He found Nick on the floor, bleeding from his shoulder and writhing in pain and Daisy standing over him. Looking down with an expression of everlasting hate. Blood covered her hands from Nick's wound but she showed no reaction to it, instead staring down blankly and Nick.

Gatsby instantly rushed to Nick, paying no mind to Daisy, and began to take the knife out but when he gripped the handle, Nick screamed out in agony. The knife was lodged into his bone. Gatsby hushed Nick took his shirt off so that he could see where the knife was lodged, luckily it hadn't broken through to the other side. With one deep breath Gatsby pulled the knife free and staunched the bleeding. Crudely, he bandaged Nick's shoulder using the shreds of Nick's shirt then he went out into the living room to call the hospital dragging Daisy behind him.

After he made the phone call he turned to Daisy. She seemed for some reason happy, as if ignorant of her cousins suffering. Blind with rage, Gatsby swung his hand back and slapped her. The sound echoed through the room. Daisy looked up back at Gatsby with shock written all over her face.

"Gatsby? What are you doing? Are you going to leave me too?" Anger washed over her. "For Nick?" Gatsby opened his mouth to reply to her questions but the ambulance drove speedily down the driveway to carry Nick off to medical care. The police had also come, to arrest a criminal who had attempted murder. Gatsby did nothing to stop the men from taking her.

A/N: Gatsby was a former soldier so he should have knowledge of how to deal with wounds but I don't know whether he should have called the ambulance first or taken the knife out so if its wrong them im sorry.