Haley stirred as she heard a loud thump from the living room. She peered at her clock with read '2:oo a.m.' She groaned and dropped her head to go back to sleep. THUMP. She jerked at the sound once more. Lazily, she flipped her cover open and hopped out of bed, slightly along.

"Nathan!" she cried when she noticed Nathan lying on the floor of the living room. She ran over to him and placed her hand on his face, searching for any injuries. She backed off when she smelled the alcohol on him. He stank, real bad.

"Nathan, get up," she said, smacking him lightly on the face.

"No, don't go," he mummured, barely audible.

"What?" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and leaned in towards him.

"Don't go," he muttered once more.

"Nathan, this is not funny, now get up," she said more sternly. She grunted as she tried to lift his upper body. He was so heavy, she barely lifted him up an inch from the ground. She sighed, frustrated.

"Fine, whatever, you can sleep here," she said and started to get up. But Nathan's hands were quick. They wrapped themselves around her waist and pulled her down. He groggily half sat up and held onto her. Haley froze, feeling him tighten his hold on her body.

He covered his face into her chest and started shaking.

"Please, don't go," he muttered. And Haley realized that he was crying. She felt her a slight tugging at her heart. Instantly, she wrapped her arms around him and held him close.

"It's alright. I'm not going anywhere," she whispered. She cradled him softly until she felt him loosen his hold on her. When he did, she pulled his hands away from her and felt a soft crinkly material by Nathan's side. She lifted it up to look at it. She read it and looked down at Nathan. So this must be the cause for Nathan's drinking. She put it back and went into Nathan's bedroom, returning later with a blanket and pillow. She placed his head gently on the pillow and caressed his cheeks. He's never looked so sad before. Her fingers traced down to his lips. How he must really love this Natalie person. She grinned sadly. How she would love to have someone love her as much as he loved Natalie.

Nathan woke up with a startle as he heard noises from the kitchen. He groaned as he felt his head throbbing. In fact everything in his body was hurting. He looked up and realized he wasn't in his room on his comfy bed. He got up subtly and looked around. It all came flying back to him how he got there. He went out partying with Lucas the night before and well, he partied a little too much.

"Morning, sunshine!" a cheery voice rang through the room. Nathan looked up to find Haley in an apron and smiling.

"How about some breakfast? It's almost ready. Go and wash up," she said and turned around heading back into the kitchen. He grunted as he got up, feeling the hang over. It was not pleasant. Moments later, he came into the kitchen and slumped into his chair.

"Here," Haley said as she placed a cup of coffee in front of him. She began humming and continued cooking.

Nathan didn't feel much like eating at all. His head was hurting and his stomach couldn't possibly take in anything at the moment. Haley placed a plate of scrambled eggs in front of him. He nearly vomited, offending Haley.

"What? Don't tell me you hate eggs too. You're a very picky eater, Nathan Scott," she said angrily and scooped the plate off.

"It's not that Haley. I just don't feel like eating anything right now," he said and patted his stomach.

"Oh," she said softening up.

He nodded.

"I wouldn't picture you as a partier," Haley said sitting down across from him.

"I'm not," he corrected.

"Well, this proves otherwise, mister," she said and chuckled.

Nathan growled. He wasn't the partying type. He just got in a little over his head last night. He cleared his throat, nervously.

"Uh..I..I didn't…uh..Did I do anything last night?" Nathan asked in a low voice.

Haley smiled widely. "You have no idea. You began singing Celine Dion's 'My Heart Will Go On' and kept pulling your shirt off." She began to laugh. Nathan scowled once more.

"Haha, you've had your laugh. Alright," he said and looked away.

"No," Haley replied in a more serious tone. "You didn't do anything." He turned to find Haley's eyes on him. "So who's Natalie?"

Nathan's mouth went dry.

"I'm a girl who watches soap opera, Nate. I can put two and two together. Now fess up," she said.

Nathan sighed and took in a deep breath.

"She was my girlfriend. I was close to proposing to her…" he stopped and looked away. "Until I found out she was out for personal gain. She wanted to use me get her places….a higher social status." He gulped. It sting just to think of their relationship like that. How she'd use him. How much of an idiot he was to believe her, believe the dozens of women before her.

"I'm sorry," Haley said softly. She reached over and cupped her hands over his. "If you need to talk to someone, I'm here." She smiled shyly. He looked into her eyes and found that they were genuine, sincere, something that wasn't in the other girls that he'd been with. He smiled back.

"Thanks." He cleared his throat and reached over to grab Haley's plate of eggs. Suddenly his appetite appeared and he was starving.

"Hey!" she shouted.

"What? I'm hungry," he said with a mouthful. Haley laughed at the sight of him.

"This really tastes bad, next time make some sausage or pancakes. James, seriously, what kind of provider are you?"

Haley glared at him.

"I could be suffering from malnutrition," he continued on. "Even my dead old granny can cook better than this."

"Scott!" Haley shouted, angry.