The Wanted Imagines

Nathan Imagine

Nathan imagine: "20, ready or not here I come" you smile uncovering your eyes. You look around your room trying to spot him. You slip of the bed slowly walking down the hallway to the kitchen. You trip on Nathan's new keyboard he left on the floor in the loving room. You mumble curse words under your breath when you hear someone chuckle. You turn around almost screaming when you see Nathan with a box over his head. "Well I wonder we're Sykes could be?" You smile as you walk over next to the box. You stand there as you knock ok it. "Hello?" You laugh. You feel his hand wrap around your waist as he pulls you under with him. "What are you doing?" You laugh as he kisses your neck. "I win" he laughs. "No, I found you" you chuckle. "Yeah but I got the most kisses in" he kisses your lips. "Really?" You smirk giving him jumper cables as you slip out from under the box. You hear him coming running down the hall after you. "No, no, no!" You yell sliding on the wood floors around the corner. He grabs your waist as you tumble on top of him. You both laugh as you lay there next to him. He pushes the hair out of your face kissing you lips. Warmth spreading across your whole body as you smile at him. "You're so perfect" he says. You can feel your cheeks becoming red as you cover them with the sleeves to his sweater. "Aw, no" he pulls your hands away rolling over to face you. "You look cute when you blush" he laughs. You flick his arm. "Ouch what was that for" he laughs rubbing his arm. "That wasn't nicely" he makes a face. You climb into his lap as he holds you. "I win" you smile. "How?" He asks confused. "I've got the most flicks" you wink at him. He let out a small laugh as he smiled at you kissing your cheek. He grabs your hands playing with them as you set your head on his chest closing your eyes.