It's the kiss of life - Nathan Sykes

Chapter III

Chapter 3

"Did you see old Fergy's face when the game ended?" I laughed. "Nearly spat out his gum!"

Nath joined in with my chuckles. "4-0, what a score!"

We started a chorus of "Glory, Glory Man United", and Lucy rolled her eyes at me from her place next to the fire.

"Tea?" Nathan asked, standing up.

"Please. Two sugars." I smiled up at him, and he went to the kitchen. I used this time wisely.

"Lucy," I said, walking over to my friend and sitting next to her on the floor. "How awesome is this?"

"I know!" Lucy replied, almost squealing. "My heart's gonna explode from excitement! Jay talked to us! To me!" She giggled. I joined in.

"Oooh 'eck, shouldn't have let the gigglers in, bird." Max chirped from across the room, where he'd just been on the phone to someone. Probably Michelle.

"You're telling me!" Jay winked at us, making Lucy giggle again. He came over and talked to us for a while.

"I could show you, if you want!" He exclaimed after 5 minutes of heated conversation about his lizard.

"See Tia in person? It's my dream!" Lucy squealed. Jay led her upstairs. I scanned the small room. Tom had turned the match over to a repeat of Baywatch as a joke, but Max had soon sat down next to him and they had begun watching it, chatting about the Hoff and the girls. I saw Nathan maneuver out of the kitchen, 2 cups in his hand.

"Your tea, ma'am." He said as he approached me, smiling.

"Finally! I thought you'd been sucked up by the kettle or something!" I took a sip from the cup. "Not bad."

"My tea-making skills are amazing."

I smiled at him."Of course. Who's cup is this?"

"Elvis'." Nathan smirked.

"Shut up." I said, shoving him playfully. Bloody hell, I'm such a flirt.

"It's mine." He smirked at me. "I have two cups." He was clutching a United cup, and mine had orange spots on it.

"I feel honoured." I smiled. "Wait a second!" I put the cup down on the nearest side table and pulled out my phone.

Nathan looked at me questioningly.

"Sorry, my followers will totally not believe that I'm drinking from Nathan Sykes' actual cup! Oh-Em-Gee, we could be sharing saliva!" This was actually the conversation that was happening in my mind right then.

"Well, we better sort that out!" He laughed, letting me get my cup and then pulling me in and throwing his arm round me. I took the photo of us holding our cups up proudly.

"Thank you, oh famous one."

"It's okay, commoner." He turned his nose up at me playfully. "Where did your mate go?"

"That's a good question..." I said, turning to the staircase.