As long as you are mine// Nathan Sykes;The Wanted fanfiction\\

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Should I go away? Is it too soon? Too late?

"Nath stop! it's going to fast I'm gonna barf!" I wailed at my best friend, he always did this. By 'this' I mean spins me too fast on the roundabout.

"Stop being such a little baby! Just 'cause your not 13 yet!" He stuck his tongue out at me but stopped the roundabout.

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That was 4 years ago, nearly 5 years ago, I still go back to that roundabout now, Nathan doesn't go back, he never comes back. Nathan lives in London now, well to be completely honest I'm not sure where he lives; he always moves around touring.

You see Nathan is in a band, a quite famous band. They're called The Wanted. They have an album out literally called 'The Wanted' I heard they're bringing out another album but I don't really know.

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I woke up with a jolt to the sound of my alarm screeching from my alarm, I quickly turned my alarm off and then heard the padding of my mum walking up the stairs.

"Ellie, darling? Time to get up. It's your last day of sixth form!" she excitedly told me. My mum had a caramel coloured hair, which obviously wasn't natural. My dad has brown hair and me? Well somewhere along the line I ended up with ginger hair.

I mumbled some incoherent sentence into my pillow. Seconds later my cover was yanked off me. I groaned inwardly and curled into a ball.

"Don't make me get the ice, I will get the ice" my mother threatened me, within seconds I was up and running towards the bathroom. I went the loo and then stripped and hopped into the shower. I washed my hair and my body and shaved all the necessary places and was soon done. I got out and wrapped a towel around my hair and my body and picked up my dirty washing and dumped them in the dirty washing bag on my way to my room. When I entered my room I saw my mum had laid out my uniform on my bed.

My uniform was very boring; a navy skirt, white shirt and black or navy shoes and socks. After I was dressed I went over to my dresser to sort out the mess called my hair and face. I put concealer on and mascara and then left my hair in the waves it naturally fell in.

I can survive one last day off hell, right? Wrong.