The Wanted Love Story

Chapter 11: Logan and Nathan

As I hugged Bridget, I grabbed Jay’s phone from his sweatshirt pocket. Of course, I didn’t know where Nathan was, but I did want to be the one to find him. I needed Jay’s phone so I could text him. I doubt Nathan would tell me where he was if I were to call him. Posing as Jay was the best alternative.

Me (As Jay): Mate, where are you?

A few minutes passed with me just sitting in my car. When the phone buzzed, I jumped in surprise.

Nathan: I just got to this pretty sweet strip club. You should come join me.

Me (As Jay): Are you drunk?

Nathan: …Just a little…

I sighed, but started the car anyways. There was only one strip club near the house and I knew Nathan had to have gone there. I mean, he wouldn’t travel an hour and half to another one.

I pulled up outside the club and saw one of my dad’s security guards. He worked here part time. When he saw me, he smiled and gave me a quick one-arm hug.

“How are you, Miss Cowell?” he asked.

“I’m looking for somebody,” I began. “And, Tony, I’ve told you that you can call me Logan.”

“Right,” Tony smiled. “Who are you looking for, Mi- Logan.”

I sighed. “His name is Nathan Sykes.”

Tony’s face darkened. “Oh, I’ve seen him. Come on, I’ll show you where he is.”

I followed Tony in. He continued telling me what he knew about Nathan. “When he got here he paid me to not tell anyone. I’ve been keeping an eye on him, and well, he’s drunk. I trust you with him, so I have no problem breaking my ‘promise’.”

Tony led to a far corner where Nathan was surrounded by cameras. “Oh, Nathan.”

I pushed through the crowd of paparazzi, making my way towards Nathan. I grabbed his hand, but when he saw it was me, he pushed me away. The paps had a field day with that. I can see the headlines now, Nathan Sykes Hits Logan Cowell.

“Nathan, come on, let’s get you home,” I told him quietly.

“I don’ wan’ to go anywhere with you!” he slurred.

A hand came in contact with my cheek and the cameras flashed once more. Tears blurred my vision and I dragged Nathan outside the club. I threw him at Tony.

“Take him home. I don’t want to see him until he is sober,” I hissed.

I got in my car and started driving. I didn’t know where I was going until I came to a stop outside of Syco. I got out and walked in. My dad was probably still here. He always stayed at the office for ungodly hours.

In the elevator, the tears finally fell. I cannot believe that Nathan hit me. I understand that he was drunk, but he should still have some control.

I pushed open my dad’s office doors.

“Daddy?” I whispered.

“Logan, is everything okay?” he asked, worried.

“Oh, it’s you,” a couple voices said.

I looked over at the boys who talked. Great. It was only right that the boys of One Direction saw me when I was a complete mess.

“Dad, I was thinking. Maybe I could spend the rest of my winter break in LA. Things have happened here in the past few hours and I need to leave. I have a feeling my friends aren’t the happiest with me,” I looked back at my dad.