Pushed Around (Nathan Sykes)

Chapter 10

Knock.

Knock knock.

Bang, bang, bang.

I rolled over on my couch looking at the door to my flat. Someone had been knocking -more like banging- on my door for the last ten minutes. I haven't felt like getting up to let them in, hoping that they would think that they would think that I wasn't home. It seems like they haven't.

"Layla, open the door. I know you're in there." It was Nathan. He's been back for a think three days now, but I haven't left my flat and I've kind of been avoiding him. Everyone truly. 

"Layla, open the door. We need to talk." He sounded extremely calm, but also rushed. Should I let him in? "Layla, please. Please open the door." I grunted pushing myself off the couch slowly walking over to the door. I unlocked the three locks on my door turning to nob. Nathan stood on the other side of the door, he looked ravished. Like he hadn't slept in days. He was soaked from the rain. He looked like shit. 

He slowly lifted his head looking at me from under his wet bangs before pulling me into a hug. I stood there for a second, he was freezing, I almost didn't want to move with how cold he was. I lifted my arms hugging him, I pushed my face into his shoulder feeling myself start to cry. Why am I crying? Oh gosh, don't cry, he'll think something's wrong! Stop crying now you fool. 

"My gosh Nathan, you're wet and freezing. Come inside." I told him pulling out of the hug letting him walk into before closing the door. "Go to the bathroom and take a shower, I'll find some of the cloths that I stole from my brother before I moved. They'll fit you." I pushed him into the bathroom making sure that he had started the shower before I walk away from the door going to find the cloths. I had stolen cloths from my brother because, well, I don't really know. Maybe it's because of how goofy his cloths were and I knew I'd miss him. I don't really know. I set the pile of cloths on the floor outside of the bathroom, stopping when I heard Nathan singing. 

Hey girl, I'm thinking of you
Get you home with me, and I wanna
Hey, hey, hey
See girl, don't want another
I'm down on my knees, ready to
Hey, hey, hey

It's a cold, cold world when I'm without you
Don't you know, know girl, I'm lucky I found you

His voice is just perfection. 

I shake my head breaking myself out of my thoughts walking into the kitchen. The water had just finished boiling when I heard the bathroom door open and shut again in only a couple of seconds. As I put to cups, milk, sugar, tea, and the kettle on a tray and walk into the living room sitting down the bathroom door opens once again and Nathan walks down the hall rubbing a towel on top of his head. 

"Do you feel a little better?" I asked him as he sat down on the other end of the couch.

"Yes, thank you." He weakly smiled, he was still freezing cold. I frowned pulling the blanket off the back of the couch throwing it on him. 

"I'll be right back." I stood up off of the couch walking to the bathroom grabbing Nathan's cloths throwing them into the dryer and grabbing a couple more blankets out of the closet. I walked back to the living room, Nathan was making himself some tea the blanket wrapped around him. I could see that he was still shivering. I walked over covering him with another blanket  before sitting down once again.

"Thank you." He whispered. I made myself tea once he finished, a silence sitting between us, that didn't feel right. 

"They want me to get a girlfriend. Some famous model, she's beautiful, really nice... But, I don't want her. I don't want some fake relationship." Nathan whispered, I almost didn't hear him. 

"Then don't. It's your choice Nathan, not theirs." I told him.

"That's the problem, it almost isn't." He looked up at me, I could see the pain in his eyes. 

"There isn't a way out of this?" I asked.

"Besides finding a real girlfriend, no." He shook his head looking away from me. If only I had the guts to tell Nathan how I felt about him. Or how I think I feel about him. I doubt he feels the same about me though. I just wish that I could help him. He's getting pushed around.

"Nathan..." I don't know what to do. I don't know how to help him, even if I did, I wouldn't know how. I sigh closing my eyes leaning my head back. My cup is taken from my hands and I feel someone above me. I open my eyes finding Nathan holding himself above me. "Nathan..." I gasped.

"I don't know If you listened to my voice mails... But... In the last one that I left you... At the end I was trying to tell you that..." He stopped and looked away from me. I could see the tears that were falling down his cheeks. I gently grabbed his chin turning his face back to me.

"You were going to tell me what?" I asked running my thumbs over his cheeks clearing his tears. He picked his right hand up moving to to my left cheek a small smile on his face. 

"I was going to tell you that," He paused again bringing his face closer to mine. My breath hitched for a second once his face was only an inch from mine. "I think I'm in love with you, Layla Sage." Nathan slowly pushed his lips onto mine. I froze for a second before kissing him back. The kiss didn't last very long sadly. Only a few seconds. 

"Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?" He asked once he pulled away.

"Only if you make a video with me." I told him with a small smirk. 

"You have yourself a deal." He smirked back.

Nathan Sykes just kissed me. He told me that he might be in love with me. Nathan Sykes, kissed me.