I Found You: A Nathan Sykes Fan Fic

Chapter 27 ~ Sweet Dreams My LAX (;

Melody's Perspective

The ceremony for Nathan was beautiful but so heartbreaking that I couldn't just sit there and listen to everyone's speeches about how wonderful he was. It just made me think that if I hadn't come into his life then this would have never happened. He would still be drinking his tea, singing, and doing what he loves best.

I couldn't stand to see Jay with his head in his hands. Max with no emotion. Siva broken down with tears. And Tom crying silently with a dead look in his eyes. Halfway through the ceremony I got the courage to stand up and leave the room and not turn back. I didn't deserve to be there.

I walked to the nearest grave sight and found the tombstone that Nathan would later be buried in. I'm glad it was a close casket because I don't think I would have been able to see his empty shell.

Nathan James Sykes.

I traced my finger in the indentation and felt my eyes burn. I clutched my stomach as I felt the pain of losing Nathan resurface. Maybe it was seeing his grave stone, but it was at this moment that it came to my realization that he is gone.

Tears streamed down my face and I fought my stomach from throwing up my breakfast.

I felt someone's hand on my back trying to sooth my tears. I turned my body to face the person and put my arms around him. His smell hit me and I knew right away that it was Siva.

I cried into his arms until it was time to bury Nathan in the cold hard ground. There were paparazzi by the gate trying to capture the moment and I wondered why they couldn't give us this moment of peace in our mourning our. It wasn't fair to Karen, his mom, or Jess, his sister, and the rest of his friends and family.

My hand was grasped in Jay's hand as the coffin got lowered.

In that moment I wondered: what would happen next?

Nathan's Perspective

"Sir, it's time to buckle your seat belt, we will be landing shortly." The flight attendant informed me even though I hadn't once gotten out of my seat. I'm too tired to do anything.

I watched as the clouds enveloped the plane as we started to dive forward to the ground. The city started to get bigger the more time passed and I was able to see the city that will now be my home. I remembered a year ago when the boys and I were visiting for a mission/gig we joked about moving here, but I never wanted to. I would have never been able to leave my family and my home town.

Never did I think a year later I would be "dead" and moving away.

Soon the plane landed with a thud and the flight attendant said, "Welcome to Los Angeles, California."

This was to be my new life.

As I exited the plane, I pulled my hood over my head and put back on my sunglasses just in case. I didn't think anyone would be able to recognize me, but I had to be sure since the news of my death was circulating. Once it all died down everything will seem like nothing happened.

I took my bag from a security looking guy who held it out to me and strapped it around my back. I walked awkwardly through the airport and kept my hands in my pockets then went to call for a taxi.

No one looked my way the whole time. There weren't any fans waiting to greet me. At times I caught myself turning to my side expecting to find one of the lads, but it was only me. I couldn't help but hope maybe they would pop out of nowhere yelling and laughing because it was all a joke. A sick joke.

My hopes were cut short once I got into a taxi and handed him the slip of paper to the driver that Kev wrote down. My new address. I'll be living in the city and Kev would be continuously giving me money until I get a job, but I can't imagine any other job then the one I've been doing.