I Hear Your Heart Cry for Love (Nathan Sykes Fan Fiction)

Chapter 12

Nathan's POV

We were in the van waiting for Nicola and Angie to come out of the airport. It was only Max and I since it was 4 in the morning. The minute we had heard about Nicola, we all became worried, even Tom. The other guys wanted to come too but they fell asleep. I on the other hand, couldn't sleep at all. I was too concerned about Nicola. What was going on with her and why couldn't she talk to me about it. Also what the hell happened between her and that dick she dated? Everyone seems to know about it except me. I don't see why she couldn't talk to me about it. I wanted to know so I could help her through this. I just don't understand her. I was probably in my own world thinking about this for a while because the next thing I knew, Max was opening the door with Angie and Nicola behind him.

"Thanks for coming to greet us Sid!" said Angie sarcastically.

"Leave him alone Ang, he's been up all night and was half awake when I told him you girls were here." answered Max. I didn't really pay attention though because I my gaze drifted over to Nicola who was just getting in the van after putting her bags down. She was wearing sunglasses so I couldn't see her eyes but she looked terrible. She had lost weight which made her clothes look huge on her and she was already supposedly underweight to begin with. Her skin was also not tanned which would be normal for some people but Nicola freaked whenever she was not tan. I couldn't help but smile at the memory in LA when she told me about it.

"Oh my God! I have a problem!" yelled Nicola. She was wearing a forest green bikini which looked amazing against her skin tone and really showed off the little curves that she had.

"What?" I chuckled. I had learned by now that almost 85% of the time, whatever came out of Nicola's mouth was either unimportant, didn't make sense, or just plain weird. I couldn't wait to see which one this would be.

"I'm as pale as a ghost!" she whined. I looked her up and down letting my eyes linger a little on her chest which sadly didn't go unnoticed, "You perve! Stop staring at my chest! This is important!" she yelled at me.

"I'm sorry but to me you look tan." I answered her.

"Well yeah maybe to you and the whole entire world but for me this is pale!" she shouted.

"Are you like one of those girls that always has to be some ridiculous shade of orange?" I started laughing because it was really hard to take her seriously when she was jumping around and yelling like a mad woman.

"Stop laughing and eeew no! I'm tan naturally!" she started somewhat calming down.

"If you're tan naturally then why are you complaining about not being tan?" I asked. She then cocked her hip and gave me that look girls give when they think the answer is obvious when really it's not.

"Let me educate you on something my dear Nathan. I am Hispanic. I was born naturally tan. Majority of my family live in the Caribbean or Central America. Compared to them I am a ghost so excuse me for not wanting to look like a ghost!" and with that she spun on her heel and walked away. Two seconds later she came back and started laughing hysterically. I myself was fighting not to laugh but when she started, I broke down too. We eventually ended up on the floor while everyone looked at us like a bunch of idiots.

I was interrupted from the memory by a very sleepy Nicola who had just fallen asleep on my shoulder. The rest of the car ride remained silent and as we arrived at the band flat, I scooped up Nicola and carried her to my room. After getting her settled in my bed, I took her sunglasses off. The lenses were completely stained with tears. When I looked back at Nicola, I noticed she had huge dark circles under her eyes. I immediately walked out of my room and just collapsed in the hallway. What on earth happened my Nicola? Who or what made my happy girl so sad and depressed?