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

Chapter 2-Remember Me

Saffire's POV

I don't even know him, but for some reason, I trust him. Look at his eyes, his cute nose. Perfect teeth, and beautiful smile. And his amazing style...

I mentally slapped my self, and decided I would have to open up to someone. I've held this in for too long...

"My ex, and I were together for two years. And we'll he was a douche. I was basically his showoff girl or something? And I found out he was cheating on me. I mean, I already knew he had other girls who would always text or call him, but I trusted him, so I never looked at his texts, or answered his calls because I knew in my heart that our relationship required trust, and we'll... I really fell for him, and it sucks because he was no good for me. He took me places, I never should have been, and introduced me to people who I never should have met. It caused me to get into trouble, almost killed. He was a bad influence. He's even tried to hit me before and thought it was okay not to apologize. So I let him go, and this isn't the first time he's done this, so I'm tired of it." I finished, looking into my palms.

Silence.

"Hey," he said slowly causing me to make eye contact with him. "Don't worry about anything. Everything happens for a reason and I promise you, he will get what he deserves, but don't let his actions, cause your life to be miserable. If he keeps bugging you and you want him out of your life, change your phone number. He's emailing you? Block his emails. He's harassing you? File a restraining order. This is what's best for you. You deserve to be happy, and he is clearly making you miserable. Don't let him do that. He wants to see you fail. So don't show him your weak. Show him your strong," he advised, smiling at the end.

He was so helpful. I smiled, and thanked him. He was clearly some sort of love expert. We got to our feet after a few awkward seconds and faced eachother.

"I'm Nathan," he held out his hand.

"Saffire, but call me Saf." I took his hand softly and shook it, letting it go and slipping it into my pocket.

"Cool, so what are you doing here?" he asked kindly.

"My mom does the massages, and she usually brings me to help out." I answered smiling. I gave him a curious face. "And you?"

"My group is performing tonight," he answered calmly. Crap. I frowned. I must look so bad right now. Um...

"Sorry, about that. Pouring all that on you before a show," I said regretful, while grabbing my trash and throwing it in the mini trashcan.

"It's fine, really," he said quickly, a smile still on his face as I turned back to him.

I looked down at the backstage pass around my neck to check the name. The...Wanted?

"The Wanted?" I said thinking aloud. He nodded his head and came over to look at the pass.

"Yeah, that's Jay," he pointed at a curly haired guy, with a sweet gentle face. He looked so familiar...

"That's, Siva," his finger showed me a handsome native american guy with cool cheekbones, "This is Max," he pointed to a bald guy with a seductive face. "That's Tom," his hand was on a happy looking short haired guy, "and that's me." Haha, he looked so young.

I smiled. "Coo--"

I didn't get to finish, the door opened, causing a mini earthquake for someone like me who hated surprises.

Jay was looking directly at me, as he walked in. His eyes, peirced into mine, like he had just seen a ghost. Siva's eyes were on Nathan.

"Ohhhhh Nathan I see you," the one named Tom said as he walked through the door, followed by Max.