Dance Your Hearts Out (A Nathan Sykes FanFiction)

I was really excited! I’d be going to my first meeting for ‘Strictly Come Dancing’ in two weeks. It was a mix of nervousness and excitement to see who my celebrity partner would be. I’d been video chatting with my brothers and sister about it for the past hour. I called my parents and they were ecstatic. Ryan promised he would DVR every episode and I knew he was being serious about it too,

“Oh, guys, doorbells ringing, I’m gonna go…goodnight” I smiled into the monitor

“Night, sis” they all said before logging off

“Coming” I called, shutting my laptop and jumping off the bed

            The doorbell kept ringing consecutively, with no hint of stopping. As I got closer I heard someone banging on the front door. I saw a silhouette of a jacket and a snapback and instantly recognized it as Nathan. He has a key, why is he knocking and ringing the doorbell to get into his own house?

            I quickly unlocked the door and opened it. Nathan leaned against the doorway, a crooked grin on his face. His eyes were glazed over and I could already smell the alcohol on him,

“Hello, love” he said, imitating a West London accent

“Nathan?” I questioned suspiciously

“The gig went smashing, you should’ve been there” he said, stumbling inside, grabbing onto me as I shut the door behind him

“So, everything went well?” I asked, trying not to jump to conclusions as to why he was completely plastered

“Yeah, next time we have a gig, I’m taking my extremely fit girlfriend” he said, swinging his arm around my neck

I just smiled as I helped him stumble into the front room

“Eh? EH?” he said, giving me a quick shake as he started laughing

            I’ve seen Nathan drunk before. He was a loud and happy drunk. When he was drunk he spoke louder than necessary, said things he probably wouldn’t mean in the morning, and laughed at nothing.

“Maybe you should go to bed, it’s late” I said, glancing at the clock “where’s Tom?” I asked as I watched him stumble into the bedroom, slowly following after him

“Kelsey took him back to her flat” he yelled before starting to sing a very pitchy version of ‘Chasing the Sun’

            I stepped into the bedroom to see him kick his shoes off and then trip over them. I rolled my eyes, but proceeded to help him take off his jacket,

“I don’t think my girlfriend would approve” he smirked as I pulled his shirt up over his head

“Shut up, Nathan” I sighed, rolling my eyes at him

“You’re so hot, Victoria” he grunted, grabbing my wrists and pulling me to press against him

            His hands shot up to firmly grip my jaw. His lips were on mine before I could protest and he shoved his tongue in my mouth sloppily. I squirmed in his grip before finally shoving him back,

“Nathan!” I snapped

“Oh, come on, love, live a little” he groaned, falling back onto the bed, his hands behind his head

I glared at him before rolling my eyes

“You know you want to” he smirked, yanking me down next to him

“Not when you’re drunk” I snapped, shoving him

“Drunk, sober, I’m still the same, Tor-bear” he chuckled, his words slightly slurred “let me off the leash for a bit” he smirked, leaving slobbery kisses down my neck

“The leash? What does that mean?” I asked

“You know, loosen the chain” he slurred

“Oh, so you’re on a chain in this relationship?” I accused

            He couldn’t even respond because he passed out. I looked at him. Nathan hadn’t been the same lately. As “The Wanted” became more popular, there were more gigs, more fans, more partying. He was young, older than me, but still young. Allot of things had changed about him, yes, he still dressed like Ty, but for one thing his hair, he didn’t wear his signature fringe, he gelled up his bangs now, spiked them almost. He was still his quirky self…most of the time…

            So, I slept in Tom’s room that night. Moving Nathan, slipping into bed, and then dealing with his half-conscious drunken attempts at getting my shirt off would be too much of a hassle…