Dangerous History. (Nathan Sykes&Tom Parker&TheWanted fanfic)

Weakness.

It was only 8:30, the night was going slow, it was only me at home, all alone, so bored, so I decided to go in the shower to pass the night away, as I got all my things ready, which included my silky, pink, leopard print pyjama bottoms and a matching shirt, but I took my favourite warm hoodie just incase I got a little chilly but mainly because I loooved to wear it.

I took a really slow walk towards the bathroom I kept on thinking about 'what I should say to Nathan, I mean I did have feelings for him I just didn't want him to get hurt, the more and more I want him, the more and more I know I can't have him, what if Liam kills Nath? I can't live with that..maybe I'm just being paranoid, how would he even find out we're dating?'

After a long time in the shower i didnt want to get out of, I checked my phone and it was exactly 9:15, I also had a message from Nathan saying;

"Hey babe, it's boring without you here like I said it would be, I hope your night is going better?xxx"

I started to smile like an idiot at my phone whilst nearly falling down the stairs so many time, I decided to text Nath back;

"Hey, just try and have some fun, my nights probably going worse than yours to be honest.xxx"

After sending the message it made me want to go to wherever the lads were but if I turned up I'd probably get send back home by Jay, so instead I thought I'd make a lovely cuppa, yeah that sounds like a great idea, but on my way into the kitchen I bumped into somebody, knocking their drink all down their new t-shirt.

"Now look what you've done, you stupid cow!" A loud, angry voice yelled.

I got up of the floor holding the front of my head, I still had no idea who it was I bumped into, I looked up and noticed it was Tom, for the past few weeks Tom and I haven't been getting along as well as we should, I don't know why he just didn't seem to like the idea of Jay making me move in with him, I guess it's because I'm always around so they can't have their 'bromances' but that's just what I think.

"I'm so sorry I didn't think anybody else was in."

"And that gives you the right to throw my drink all down me?"

"Look I've said I'm sorry what more do you want me to do?"

"YOU can clean this mess up!" Tom yelled and pointed to a broken bottle on the floor next to a puddle of beer.

He just barged past me knocking me aside as he took his top off and shoved it in the washer, I thought to myself 'why isn't he out with the others?'

As I was cleaning I notice he'd had a lot to drink there was at least 6 bottles on the side near the kettle.

I sat on the floor picking up the broken glass pieces one at a time putting the pieces into a plastic bag, Tom was getting even more angry as he was trying to work the washing machine.

"For god sake, how do I work this stupid thing?" Tom yelled whilst kicking it.

"Kicking it isn't going to make a difference."

"Was I asking you?"

"Well it was either you asking me, or talking to yourself."

"I'd rather stick pins in my eyes than ask you anything!"

That kind of hurt, I'd never had anything that bad said to me before.

I turned back to cleaning the mess up, I tried to be clever and hold all the glass in one hand but it didn't go so well, i could feel it digging into my palm, I chucked all the glass on the floor instantly.

"Shit!" I wined I jumped up shacking my hand, squeezing my hands together in between my legs.

"Let me have a look." A calm and concerned voice ordered.