Now I'll Take You By The Hand (A Nathan Sykes FanFiction)

Now I'll Take You By The Hand (A Nathan Sykes FanFiction) 7

Bella Notte

Victoria:

            I hurried about the room. It was 6:57pm and I was just adjusting my earrings. I wore: http://www.polyvore.com/date_night/set?id=48970765

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I jumped, but told myself to calm down. I took a deep breath and slowly walked to the door and opened it, revealing a very hot looking Nathan. He wore dark jeans, black shoes, a grey button up shirt, black blazer and a few silver chains. His hair was done like his many photo shoot pictures, and he smelled amazing. He gave me a heart racing smile and I felt my cheeks warm to a blush,

“You look stunning” he said in his slightly posh English accent

“Thanks, you look great yourself” I smiled

He shrugged modestly, making me smile

“Ready to go?” he asked

I nodded

“Uh…Ty, I’m leaving” I called through the open doorway

“Yeah” he called back

            Nathan offered his hand and I took it. Even with these wedges, he was still taller than me, but not by as much as he was when I wore converse. My head reached just about below his forehead, at his eyebrows. His arm wrested on my waist, guiding me to the elevator. When we reached the lobby, he led me to the black van waiting outside for us,

“Keep your head down” he whispered in my ear, putting on a pair of shades

I nodded and stared down at my feet as he helped me into the van

“Nathan, Nathan, who is that? Nathan, is that your girlfriend? Miss, what is your name?” was shouted at us

            I sighed as we stepped out of the van at the restaurant. The security guard at the front escorted us in and we were seated quickly,

“Sorry about all the paparazzi…I didn’t realize they’d know I would be out” Nathan apologized

“It’s fine, one of the perks of being as famous or…good looking as you” I smirked

He seemed surprised by the sudden burst of confidence in me

“Y-yeah, I guess it is” he shrugged, smirking as if he’d figure me out

            We made small talk while we ordered our food. When our drinks were served to us, we just continued talking, but deeper conversations, not just simple surface things. We seemed to connect really easily,

“Why does Tom call you Lovely?” he asked, as we were eating

I sighed happily at the memories of it

“Well, when I was born, Tom was about…five or six maybe. He was the first to hold me because my dad had gone down to the cafeteria and my mom was asleep. While he was holding me, he started singing “Isn’t She Lovely” by Stevie Wonder. From then on, every time I cried, all it took was Tom singing that song, apparently that song only, to make me stop. He started calling me Lovely because of the song and even though we’re both grown up, he still calls me that” I shrugged with a smile

Nathan was smiling too, I couldn’t help but feel somewhat shy under his gaze

“Is that why he’s so protective?” he asked, moving the food around on his plate with his plate

“Yeah” I sighed “he was the first to hold me, and he was my protection when we were growing up…my dad always had big plans for my brothers, so they were never really around in my teen years” I shrugged