The Choice (Nathan Sykes fan fiction)(TWAfterHours)

Chapter 1

"Are you not dressed yet?" exclaimed Kelsey, as she opened the door for me.

"Well, hi to you too. And yes, I'm dressed. What's wrong with this?" I asked. 

Kelsey regarded me, disapprovingly. "You're the only girl I've ever met who want to go clubbing in jeans and a baggy top! And it's your birthday, for fucks sake. The big 18! I refuse to let you go out like that. Come on, I've got something upstairs for you to wear." 

She pulled me up the stairs, making me trip on the loose laces of my Converse and almost face-planting the stairs. That would have been the fucking icing on the shittiest birthday cake going. Considering it was my 18th birthday, I felt like shit. My parents had forgotten, my brothers had broken my iPod, and my mum was making me buy a new one with my own money. Bit fucking hard when you haven't got a job, because you were fired for having a go at the bitch of a manager because she was being completely out of line. Today, my boyfriend of a year dumped me, for no other reason than "It's just not working." And, to top it all off, Kelsey was dragging me to a club to celebrate, what exactly? The fact that I'm a year older, the fact that my parents are trying to get me to move out so they can use my room as a home gym, or maybe the fact that even though I'm now eighteen, nothing has fucking changed.

All I wanted to do was go and turn my music up as loud as I can handle it and dance my emotions out.

But no. Instead, Kelsey was throwing all sort of skimpy tops and short skirts at me. Don't get me wrong, being a dancer I do have a slim frame, but I prefer baggier clothes. They're more comfortable and I hate feeling like I'm on show.  

"Kels, do we have to do this? I'd rather watch a film with you and pig out on Ben & Jerry's." I whined as yet another skirt came flying my way. Kelsey had too many clothes than she knew what to do with. We were both the same size, so I wouldn't have any trouble fitting in them, but I do not have the confidence to walk around in these and be able to pull it off without people smirking at me.  

"Yes, we have to do this. I'm not gonna have you moping around on your birthday. We're gonna go out, get absolutely pissed and get you some. I never liked whatshisface anyways." 

"Jamie," I corrected her. 

"Yeah, him. Oh my god, I have the perfect thing for you!" she giggled and held up the outfit to me. 

It was a silver halter neck top with a black denim pleated miniskirt and strappy high heeled shoes. I just gaped at her. I spend about 98% of my time in Converse or trainers, my feet will be killing me in those. And I made sure Kelsey knew it. 

"Oh, shut your bitching and fucking put it on. I still need to do your hair and make up and we're supposed to be meeting Tom in an hour." 

"So I do get to meet the infamous Tom, then? It's only been a year!" 

"I know. Where has the time gone? But when I'd planned on you meeting him, we had a massive argument and broke up for a few days." 

"But he came crawling back, didn't he? Who'd be able to resist you? If Tom didn't want you, I'm sure you would have found someone else." 

She just winked at me, "You gonna get changed, or what?" I heaved and exaggerated sigh and made my way into her en-suite bathroom.

I came out changed and Kelsey looked at me appreciatively. "What did I say? Absolutely beautiful." 

I rolled my eyes at her. I wasn't exactly ugly, but I wasn't a stunner. I've always thought myself normal, lightly tanned with long blonde hair, blue eyes, about 5 foot 6 and a size 10 figure. I wear contacts, because during dance, glasses would fall off, as they regularly did when I was in school. I'd never really had an issue with acne so that wasn't too bad, and being a dancer meant I was toned, but all in all, I wasn't anything to shout about.