Hate, Depression and Nathan Sykes.

Chapter 27

NATHAN'S P.O.V

I woke up really suddenly, like something had woken me up. But I couldn't hear anything. I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't.

So I got up and decided to have a shower. We've got a cd signing today. So today should be fun, meeting all of our fans. We have the best fans in the world.

I do know that some are going through what Lucy is and I wish I could give them all a hug and tell them everything is going to be ok. But, there's just so many of them.

I washed up quickly. I hate being dirty. I had to be clean and smelling nice if I was going to go anywhere.

I jumped out of the shower and wrapped my towel around my waist.

I looked myself in the mirror and grabbed the other towel that I keep on the radiator and towel dried my hair.

I walked back into the bedroom and saw that Lucy was still sleeping. She looked so sweet and innocent. I giggled to my thought of Lucy being innocent.

I threw on some tracky bottoms for the time being and ran down stairs for some breakfast. I walked into the kitchen to see Lydia.

"Morning, you're up early?" I said to her.

"Yeah" she looked pretty off.

"You ok?" She nodded and got herself a glass of water.

When she looked back over I saw that he neck was bruised. I walked towards her but she kept her head low. Watching my legs walking towards her.

I lifted her head up and looked at her neck. "Did she do this to you?" She hooded and pulled away.

"It's my fault isn't it?"

"No! Why would you think that!?" She asked me very calmly.

"Because I left you"

"I told you to go"

"But i still fucking left you" I felt so guilty.

"But you came back, and I'm here now. Safe"

I nodded. "Suppose. Where did you sleep lastnight?"

"Um-"

I gave her a smirk.

"No, no. Nothing happened"

"You slept in with Jay?" I teased her, giving her a wink.

"Shut up" she blushed and smiled.

"I'm going to attempt to make pancakes without burning the kitchen down. Want some?"

She nodded very excitedly?

I quickly made up the mixture. Pancakes are much better made from scratch. I got a ladle and put some of the mixture in the pan.

I let it cook a little on the one side.

"You ready for this?" I asked her. Showing off. I picked the pan up.

"I dare you" she said laughing.

I flipped the pancake which landed on the edge of the pan.

"Ooooo, that was close. But well done!" She said while clapping her hands.

I put the pan back down and watched the pancake cook.

Lydia started singing quietly. I tried to listen to what she was singing.

"Yeah it's true, you know we're not perfect,

There's a fire inside of me,

It means I'll fight for the things that are worth it,

If it makes me feel complete,

Cos I'm hitting rocks and I'm taking shots,

I'm prepared to loose anything I got"

I turned around and smiled at her.

"What?"

"Do you know who sings that song?"

"Some band, that have incredible voices I must say. A lot better that union j, one direction and that lot."

That made me smile.

"Seriously don't know who sings it?"

"Nope?"

So I stared singing.

"You should have known, I love you you,

Though I'll never say it to much,

Maybe you didn't get me,

Maybe I'll never know what I've done,

Now I'm lost in the distance,

You look at me like a stranger,

Cos how it looks right now to me,

Is that you were scared of the danger"

"Oh. My. God. No way. You sing it? I mean you, jay, Siva"

"Max and Tom. Yes. Come on.. Sing the rest with me?"

I gave her a bottle to use as a microphone and we were singing around the kitchen.

"I could have shown you America.

All the bright lights of the universe,

We could have reached the highest heights,

A different place, a different life,

Remember that night under Neath the stars,

For a minute I thought the world was ours,

All you had to do.... Was show me love"

"That was really fun" she told me.

I smiled. A horrible burning smell hit my nose. "Do you smell that?" I asked her.

"NATH! THE PANCAKES"

I turned around to see smoke coming from the pancake. I quickly took the pan off the cooker and started waving a dish cloth around to ease the smoke away. I put the black burnt pancake on a plate and handed it to her.

She took the plate and looked at it. The burst into laugher. Tears flooding her eyes as she was laughing so much. Her laugh made me laugh.

"Shall we try that again without burning them?" I asked.

She nodded.