It all changed (oli sykes fanfiction)

This will be crap as it is my first ever ff :))

THIS IS FICTION, NONE OF THESE EVENTS ACTUALLY HAPPENED.

NATALIES POV.

"NATALIE WAKE UP!!!"

My mum screamed entering my room, I never was fond of waking up in the morning.. Having to face the world yet again.

"IT'S 8:30AM.. OH CRAP!" I had work in under an hour with so much to do before hand.

(Let me introduce myself, I'm Natalie.. I worked in a pub and family restaurant and I hated it, I was so down and never thought I was going to get out this black whole I was in, I had fallen out of love with my boyfriend of ten months and all these thoughts which couldn't escape my mind. I just wanted to sleep, forever.)

I quickly threw my hair up, not even considering putting make up on, put my black jeans on, black top and doc martens and grabbed my bag. Lit my cigarette and jumped in the car.

I knew today I had to do something about all this mess in my head but I couldn't whilst I was at work, the day seemed to drag and I was getting fed up of the constant demands and messing up, the customers got snobbier and snobbier through the day but the one thing that kept me going was knowing that on November the 16th-17th I would be goingt to Warped tour UK.

It reached 1:30PM and finally it was time that I could go to have a cigarette and get away from these people, as I lit my cigarette I grabbed my iPhone and checked the messages to find I had received messages from my boyfriend. I used to love it when he would send me cute messages, thats when I was in love with him, but now it just isnt the same and these messages dont seem to affect me. I knew it was time, I had the chance now to let him free and tell him how I really felt.

After a few honest texts and a few tears shred, it was over. We was done, and I in a way was free but extremely hurting, I loved this boy.. Just not in love any more, I was aware how much I had hurt him but I hurt myself too, It wasnt going to be easy carrying on without him, but it was something I had to do, taking the last pull on my cigarette whilst throwing it onto the street. Said my goodbyes too him, putting my phone back into my back pocket, holding my breath to stop the tears flowing and going back to do what I hated, working.

The day got harder after that and the only thing going through my mind was if I had made the right or wrong decision, the tears got harder and harder to hold back and I knew I wouldn't be able to cope for much longer, I couldn't deal with this on top of everything else as well.

I needed to go, I looked around at all these blank faces, they were just a back ground in my life, but they all seemed so happy, why couldn't that be me? I saw my manager about to give me yet another set of orders which I was forced to take but couldn't so I ran, and ran and ran..Not realising the mess I would have to come back to at work, I just kept on running to the point where I didn't even know where I was, I was near some cliffs and I was next to the sea, it was peaceful.. Extremely quiet to the point where the only noise I could hear was the waves crashing against the rocks next to me, this meant I was left with my thoughts which was never a good idea.

After an hour or so, I decided I needed to go somewhere, so instead of going back to work I went to my old job where all my old colleagues where, they were more like friends and understood me way more than any body at my new job did, one person in particular, Sam. He was 24 and he was one of the kindest, sweetest, boys I have ever met, he understood depression and how hard it was to over come it, I was lucky he was working.. As I walked in with tears down my face, he silently left reception and walked me out the door for a chat, we stood opposite work in the alley way, where we always used to sit for a fag when we was both on shift together and needed to get out, he asked me what happened and I had told him everything, from the beginning to the end, he gave me a look like he was trying to work me out, but didnt say a word, just listened. He gave me a cuddle after I bawled my eyes out repeatedly, after half hour or so of talking, the look in his eyes changed, he had this look of pity and satisfaction, the look I had never noticed before, he cupped my chin with his hand and kissed me slowly, it didnt feel right, he shouldnt of done it, I pushed him away hard, screaming at him. Why would he do this? How could he see how much I am hurting but still make a move, I was angry I no longer wanted him near me, and shouted at him to go.. He didnt so I ran, and I ran and ran, again. I ended up at the end of the long, winded, alley where I felt a massive bang to my head, I must have blacked out it was all so quick. I opened my eyes to a man lifting me off the floor.