She's With The Band

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗

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Sorry I know it's been a while since I've last updated, but I hope you guys like this chapter!!

Nate's Point of View:

If I didn't think my life was going to get any worse, I was so incredibly wrong.

"Are you actually god fucking kidding me?" I shouted into the phone.

I've tried to keep my cool for a while, okay? I haven't been overly angry or overly dramatic or anything. I've tried not to yell, not to explode, not to freak out or cause a scene. Well besides the last night that is... But now? Now I'm just absolutely fucking losing it.

My cheeks felt like they were literally on fire, and they were flushed a bright shade of crimson, the tips of my ears also felt boiling hot. I'm fuming like a mother fucking tea kettle that's about to burst and explode everywhere. I need to take some anger management therapy because right now all I want to do is kill someone- well, specifically Brady. My anger is actually and literally so visceral.

I've been on the phone with him for about ten minutes now. Truthfully, I'm surprised I've even lasted this long on the phone with him. My eyes are red from how much I've been staring at the TV, watching myself covered in cake, fighting Brad, and then being bent fucking over and handcuffed over a table by French police officers, at one of the most prestigious events of the century.

And now I have fucking Axel Harris making a mockery of me on GMA. I still have no clue as to how the fucker still has a job.

"I was really really fucking drunk, give me a break," Brad replied lazily to my quip from the other line with what I can imagine was a tired smirk.

"Besides." He paused, "That's not the worst of what's to come."

I ground my teeth against each other, feeling like my molars could just crack in half at any given moment. Last night was quite literally one of the most humiliating moments of my life and now it's being broadcasted over every fucking media platform possible. I lost control last night, but Brady fucking- he- god I sound like I'm five but he started the entire thing.

I lost control and now I have to pay the price. Scott was more than angered by my actions and hell, I can't blame him. I know it's not a big surprise that the guys and I don't follow the rules, but last night was a little different. Last night was not a place where you're supposed to fuck up and make headlines. Last night was prestigious and important, and I fucked up when it mattered.

Last night after Brendan bailed us out, I barely slept because my mind had been racing over the entire thing. It's currently 9:30 am and I've been sitting in front of the TV screen since 7:00 am, watching myself on each channel on a loop, making a complete fool of myself. I need to get a firm grip on reality and just stop.

When I called Brady a few minutes ago, I was baffled that he even picked up considering how angered he seemed last night. He warned me to "watch my back", I don't even know what the fuck that means, so his picking up surprised me. I guess it's good to just vent at him, about him, releasing all this pent-up anger and hatred.

I need therapy over him.

"Brady I swear to god," I paused, feeling my jaw clench even more. "If you try anything else this time I don't give a shit, I am going to fuck you up." I snapped through gritted teeth as he let out an amused sound.

He laughed lowly from the other line as I wrapped my fingers around my phone even tighter."I wouldn't even try it, Nate."  He said with what sounded like an amused breath of air which made me feel even more vexed.