Sykes Siblings // The Wanted // Book 3

Chapter 2

22 December, 2012

I woke up to a sick stomach, too much food the night before. I laid in my bed a bit longer than expected. My alarm went off, vibrating my bed. The nightmare before, I knew it was not true. No one had been killed, it was just a nightmare.

“Are you alright?” Nathan asked turning off my alarm. “You were shaking last night. Emily screamed, but you didn’t. What’s wrong?” We couldn’t have had the same nightmare, but she screamed in mine at the same time she was in her sleep.

“I’m fine; there is no need to worry about me. When’s your interview?” I whispered feeling him sit next to me. He was quiet for a bit.

“Noon, so in two hours. Emily is coming, you can if you want,” he whispered looking at himself in the mirror on my wall. “You’re small, smaller than me.”

“I’m supposed to be smaller than you aren’t I not?” I laughed a bit getting out of my bed. “You’re nervous about this interview because I’m here and the picture you put on Twitter. It’s all understandable.”

“I just don’t like being questioned about other people,” he replied. “Get ready, we’re leaving soon.” He remained in his room while I got on. What was he looking at? Emily’s room was across the hall, but she wasn’t in it. I grabbed a bit, and went to the car which Nathan and Emily had been outside with a few fans.

“Effey! Effey! Can I have a picture with you?” a group of girls asked. I moved my curly hair out of my face and fixed my oversized cropped sweatshirt and black skirt. I accepted it, not caring just how bad looking I looked at the moment. They left and Nathan mimicked to come over into the car. It was the solo interview that scared Nathan, not having the other four to back him up on the facts.

“Right this way,” someone told after we met with the others. Siva stood near.

“Hey, it’s been awhile since we saw each other. How about doing something sometime?” Siva asked. I laughed and told him maybe. We walked into the studio, and Emily and I stood in the back. The interview began, Nathan’s face went red.

“I don’t like this! I want it to be over,” Nathan whispered to us as the song ended.

“We’re back with The Wanted on BBC Radio 1. Now let’s talk to the youngest member, Nathan,” the interview announced. His face went beat red. “Your face is beat red, could this be something about the news articles you are in?”

“What articles am I in? I haven’t seen myself in any,” Nathan replied truthfully.

“The Sun, you are front page, you were seen with some no one knew.”

“It’s all a misunderstanding you see. You have seen them before; it’s just my little sister and her best friend. It’s all a misunderstanding,” he put out trying to get them to believe him.

“And the twitter picture of you and her best friend?”

“Also a misunderstanding, I know what it means personally, but I’m just going to say whatever you are thinking, it’s not that.”

“That clears a bit up. May I ask what their names are?’ I looked away; it was like she didn’t actually notice us in the studio.

“Effey, my little sister, and Emily, my lovely friend. They just had flown in last night, last night they flown in from, in from America.”

“Oh, Christmas in London this year?” he nodded. “Sounds close, you three.” Was that supposed to mean something, because I didn’t understand it much?

“But we aren’t close, not in that way.” Nathan was an idiot sometimes, sometimes as of now he was. His smile turned into a grin, which turned into a blank face.

“Another misunderstanding, I guess?” he didn’t nod, he stood their quiet. “Well, moving on,” the interviewer continued. I was honestly shocked a bit about the whole thing. The interview ended, everyone but Nathan waked out happy. Emily tried to comfort him but it didn’t really work out. Siva wasn’t even sure why he wasn’t happy.

“They were too harsh on you today, it’s understandable,” Jay told Nathan on the way back to the cars. Nathan didn’t want to stay in London, he wanted to go back home, back to Abbeydale where Emily and I stay. When we arrived in Gloucester, he called his mum, he felt like he had disappointed everyone. When we reached home and Nathan went straight to his room when he had to explain.

“Thanks for the hate, I don’t care how bad the performance was nor the interview. It’s not like I can be absolutely perfect at everything…”he tweeted followed by “like you think I can. I don’t care about all the hate or unfollowers I have had lately. It’s not my fault I am misunderstood to most of you.” Almost 8,000 people unfollowed him because us and the interview.

“Please stop, it’s not your fault,” I said walking into his room. It was dark, he tried to relax.

“Leave, just leave please, I don’t want to talk to anyone right now!” he yelled throwing his football at me. I didn’t leave but sat on his sofa instead.

“Stop being harsh on yourself, it’s not nice,” I followed by tweeting, “Idiots will be idiots but it’s no use hating on @NathanTheWanted unless you think he’s an idiot. Please stop thinking he’s perfect he’s not.”

“Thanks, but that won’t help much, you’ll get hate now,” he whispered.

“I don’t care, never have, never will,” I told truth, he wouldn’t believe.

“Lies, tell me about the nightmare you had this morning,” he interrupted.