Nathan Sykes-Becoming a Part of my Life (Nathan Sykes fanfic)

This story is about an 18 year old teen girl named Saffire whose whole world changes once she meets Nathan Sykes from the wanted. Saf, which is Saffire for short is caught off guard one day while setting things up with her mom Amber, who is a massage therapist for famous people. Saffire is always backstage when her mom works, just to help out, but never really paid attention to the people who came through. What happens when the wanted arrive?

Chapter 1-Undescribable

Saffire's POV

I'm not sure if it's the fact that I am extremely tired, but I don't feel like going to this concert tonight. I looked directly at my mother who was having my older brother Joe load all the massage equipment in our huge "MASSAGE THERAPY" work van.

"Mom, is it mandatory that I come tonight?" I questioned, handing her the siberian oils she usually uses.

"Yes, dear. I can't believe you're not excited about this. This. Is. Fun," she explained quickly, kissing my cheek and shutting the trunk.

Joe gave me a "Haha" look and led himself in the house after giving mom a hug. I hopped in the car, refusing to ask her any questions.

* * *

As we drove to the Orena where the concert was being held I tapped my foot impatiently.

"Aren't you gonna ask who's performing tonight?" my moma asked not looking at me.

"No," I said simply.

She sighed. "It's the Wanted. They're a British band. I haven't heard much about them, but I've googled them and some of their music is really nice," she said softly.

Silence.

"So, how are you and Trey?" she questioned giving me a soft glance. Dear Lord, why did she have to ask me about my ex? Why did she have to bring the guy who broke my heart up over and over again? Did she like him that much?

I opened my mini mirror and sighed looking at my grey eyes, and brown skin.

"We're not together mom," I said simply.

My hair was really curly to my low shoulders. I decided to wear it natural since I really didn't care who saw me. There was no one where we were going who I needed to look good for.

I glanced at my mom who looked beautiful. Her hair, long and thick. Her skin, brown and glowing. Her eyes were dark brown and her smile was always a welcoming and comforting smile. She was wearing her massage shirt that was black and said "Stage Hands Massage". She saw me looking at her and I looked back to my mirror.

"You can talk to me about anything honey," she said.

"I know Mom."

I put my mirror away and put on some chapstick as we entered the gates to the back of the arena.

My mom handed me my green backstage pass stuff as we parked and brought the stuff inside.

* * *

SETTING-BACKSTAGE

After I helped my mom set up, it was about five o clock and the performers were soon to be arriving for soundcheck and all. My mom had already had seven people on the massage sign up sheet, and was only on number 3. I sighed, and looked down at the backstage pass hanging on my neck, along with the "food pass" my mom gave me. I smiled immediately and walked towards the cafe.

The cafe was only filled with about twelve people so I was happy. I ordered a BLT, with a banana strawberry smoothie and an orange. I showed my food pass and walked out of the cafe and into one of the free relax rooms they had where you can sit on couches and watch the concert on a huge flatscreen tv.