We Always Attract - Oneshots

Gut Feelings (Nathan's POV)

Oneshot from Chapter 17 of We Always Attract (from Nathan's POV)

"You nearly ready, Nath?" Siva asked me as I chucked the last t-shirt in my bag.

The first night of the tour had gone pretty well. The fans were amazing as usual and the atmosphere was amazing.

I'd also watched Sophie's set earlier too. She was amazing, I had to say, especially when I thought back to four years ago when she was scared about singing in the school hall. Now she was singing to an arena and she was clearly loving it, and though we didn't really get on anymore, I was actually really proud of her.

"Yeah" I replied, slinging my bag over my shoulder. The two of us made our way to the door and Siva opened it, stepping into the corridor. I followed but took a final glance around the dressing room to check I hadn't left anything.

My eyes fell on my phone, which I had obviously left on the table. I sighed and jogged back over to the table, shoving my phone safely in my pocket. I double-checked I hadn't left anything else before walking back over to the door. Letting the door shut behind me, I spotted Siva ahead of me, just turning around the corner because he obviously thought I was still behind him.

You know what these models are like; bloody airheads.

I followed in his path, beginning to make my way down the corridor, however, a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Nath?"

My heart stopped at the sound but I forced myself to turn around anyway.

There she was, stood in all her understated glory. I noticed that she'd taken all of her stage make up off and she was now wearing a pair of checked pyjama shorts, a burgundy hoodie that was slightly too big for her and a pair of light blue battered Converse covered her feet. Even though she wasn't dressed up, she still looked good; in fact, she looked more attractive when she hadn't made an effort. Those sparkling pools of blue stared back at me behind her glasses.

God, she looked so cute in those bloody glasses.

After I'd managed to stop my staring, I remembered that she'd said my name so she must have wanted to talk to me.

Why did she want to talk to me? We hadn't exactly spoken much since she'd got the spot on the tour so why the sudden change of heart?

"I..." she began but didn't finish her sentence. I couldn't really tell the emotion on her face, but she looked conflicted about something, like she knew what she wanted to say but she wasn't sure how to go about it or how to say it out loud.

Her mouth fell open again to try and say something else but her eyes slid away from me and towards something, someone coming down the corridor behind me. I didn't turn to look at them or anything; I just kept my eyes trained on Sophie.

Her eyes widened and I watched as the colour drained from her already pale face. My brows furrowed and felt a small pang of worry for a moment.

I quickly turned my head to face the person who'd caused such an effect on her. My heart instantly dropped.

Him.

Him.

I hadn't seen him since that dreadful night, since he came stumbling Jack's stairs and started bragged about how he'd just shagged my girlfriend.

I didn't know he was working on the tour, but judging by the 'stage crew' t-shirt, obviously he was. I didn't even know that he was trained to be a member of the stage crew.

But to be honest. I didn't really care.

I hadn't forgiven him. I hadn't really forgiven her so how could I even think to forgive him? It takes two to tango and it was as much his fault as it was hers. It was probably his idea to do it.