Nathan Imagine

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Nathan imagine: "Are you balding?" You say looking at Nathan wide eyed. "Um. . . No. why?" he says smiling slightly confused as he stares at you. "No reason, I was just copying what the tv said" you say as you push yourself around in circles on the chair. He grabs the chair jolting you to a stop. "What?" You asked upset that he stopped you. "Lets go someplace, get out of here or something" he sighed obviously as bored as you. "I couldn't have agreed more" you jump up as he grabs your hand. "Were are you two off too?" You here Siva ask as you and Nath bolt past him. "I don't know" you yell not stopping to talk. "We'll be back by 12" Nathan says shoving you out the door way. "How long do you think it will take him to realise we were told not to leave?" You smile at him recalling scooters orders he placed on you and Nathan earlier. "Eh give him an hour" Nathan shrugged swinging your arm back and forth as he held your hand gently in his. "So now all of a sudden you're a bad boy?" You smile tucking a piece of your hair back under your beanie. "No, you just haven't gotten to see me yet" he winks down at you. "Oh so there's more to Nathan Sykes then I know?" You ask eyebrows raised as you purse your lips. "We'll, you might just have that answered yourself" he says as he pulls you along down the semi wet sidewalk. It had just rained not to long ago. "A flower for you" he smirks plucking one of the tulips out of a garden and bowing to you. "Oh why thank you" you laugh as you now back and take the flower from his hand. "And were would the princess like to go this evening?" He says jokingly. "Wherever the prince decides" he smile kissing him on the cheek. "Well first off, the prince liked that but I think you missed" he chuckles. "Missed what?" You laugh as he takes hold of your hands. "I'll fix it, don't worry" he smiled kissing you gently on your lips. "That's better" he smiled holding you in his arm. "Much" you smile up at him as you let him rock back and forth to the music that played through your head.

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