I Found You: A Nathan Sykes Fan Fic

Chapter 2 ~ A Boy Band? How About Not!

Nathan's Perspective

The crowd was absolutely mental tonight. The lads and I had just performed an hour and half worth of songs for charity. It was shorter if you included our little comentary and Jay slipping on stage and the security having to rush over and see if he was alright. While the crowd was concerned and I had fallen on the floor laughing. That is just how Jay is.

If you don't know. I'm from a little UK boyband called The Wanted. Well not so little if you count our number 1 single and sold out tours in every country, but I'm not counting that. The Wanted is just full of five lads, Myself (Nathan Sykes), Jay McGuniess, Tom Parker, Max George, and Siva Kaneswaran. Just a few young lads who have the talent to sing, but don't exactly have the best of looks.

Especially not now from the sweat caking my face and plastering my hair to my skin. My breathe out of breathe from jumping on stage. Singing isn't my main career but being the center of attention did have its perks and of course all the lovely girls that throw themselves at us.

"Mate, that was mental!" Tom said, jumping off the platform when he exited off the stage. Tom has an unusual face. He has a crooked nose and scars covering his face from his dangerous childhood life.

"No kidding." Max said, shaved head and all, "I think me ears are going to ring until tomorrow."

Siva, or Siva The Diva as we liked to call him,  sniffed himself and said, "I need a shower."

"I think we all do, mate," I laughed, jumping into the tour bus mentaling singing our song I Found You. I went into the back room and jumped on the bed, wanting a few minutes of sleep and then maybe some tea. How much tea sounded so good at this moment.

I maybe got ten minutes of sleep before I wake to Jay's curly ass head leaning over me. His bright blue eyes gleaming with joy.

"What do you want?" I asked as I rolled over. I noticed that the tour bus was no longer moving, meaning we were at our location.

"Get up," Jay said.

"Why should I?" I groaned. Sleep is my love apart from tea of course.

"Don't even make me explain or I will slap you over that head of yours." Jay warned. I wasn't scared of him even if he is about 6 feet tall and I am only 5 feet and 9 inches tall. I could take him. Probably.

"Fine," I said given in. "But I want to take a shower first. Still sweaty from the gig. You could have at least given me an hour of sleep, mate."

"We did," Jay said, shaking his head and leaving the room, shaking his head.

I got up and took a shower. I would say quick but that would be an absolute lie. If I take a quick shower then that wouldn't do any good. I need the time to make sure I actually get clean. The lads would tell you I'm like a girl. It's not my fault I want to smell nice.

After I finish I throw on a tshirt with some random picture that a fan gave me, some trousers, and a hat. That should do it.

I go out to where all the other lads are out and our tour manager Kev or Big Kev as we like to call him.

"Finally!" Siva explained as he fixed his tall black hair in the mirror. He could be a model, well he was one, but with those cheek bones I can't believe he is even on tour with us.

"Speak for yourself, mate. You're still fixing your hair!" I chuckled then turned to Big Kev. "What's on the menu?"

"I belive The Bloods are onto us," Big Kev answered as I made myself some tea then poured it into a mug. "It's not looking good for us."