I Cant Do This Anymore (Nathan Sykes fanfiction)

bad interview

*Nathans POV

“THIS WAY BOYS LOOK THIS WAY!” “TO YOUR LEFT GUYS TO YOUR LEFT” “GUYS OVER HERE ON YOUR RIGHT!”  I find myself being dazzled by the lights from the cameras and the paparazzi shouting at us to look this way and that way.  It can get a bit much sometimes but its worth it to be doing what we love.  We’re about to play our second Sumer Time Ball and its crazy to think how far we’ve come over the past year. Last year people here didnt know who were were, we were the new kids on the block but now everyone knows who were are! its crazy!  Right now we’ve just arrived and are about to be interviewed but first we have to go through the whole picture taking part. I look down the line. Theres me on the end, Jay next to me,  then Siva, Tom, then Max on the other end.  Secretly I’m dreading the interview. Why? Because I know they’ll ask a question like “on a desert island who would you eat first?” and then Max will pipe up saying “Nathan Coz he’s fat” the crack up laughing.

To most this would just seem like harmless banter but really with Max its something much, much more.  The past Month and a half he’s been making my life a living hell. It all started when his Girlfriend broke up with him saying she had feelings for me. Ever since then he’s blamed me. The other guys went for a ight out and I stayed at home. Max went out got off his face and when he got home he came up to my room shouting and screaming at me. He pinned me against the wall screaming in my face, telling me I was a stupid, pathetic homewrecker. Ever since the he's made it his mission in life to wreck mine. Snidy comments there, little put dowsn there. Its beond a joke.

I know I should just man up and take it but its not that easy. I was bullied while I was at school and I thought getting into the band would be an escape and a way of proving them all wrong, but instead its just brings it all back. Its really starting to get me down.  Its all the out downs and making me feel shit about myself all the time. The other lads just think he’s a bit harder on me,  because I'm the youngest and easiest to take the mick out of, they have no idea how he’s really been treating me. However after what happened two nights ago I think bird might know somethings up. I just dont know what I've done to make him hate me so much!

He's never hit me before but he's come close and scared me on many occasions. Fighting isnt my thing, I've always been the one to break up fights not win them. Max may be the same height as me but he's really well built. I once watched him beat up the ex of his old girlfriend outside a club before the band got famous. Thats when I learnt what he was capable of.

He gets agressive when he drinks. (which is quite alot after the break up), the lads dont know how he treats me when hes drunk. His room is right next door to mine on the top floor of our house. There the only two rooms up there. Two nights ago was one of the worst nights of my life. He terrfied me. I thought he was going to beat me up. Or worse

He came in drunk from the pub. Siva, Tom and Jay were downstair watching a film and I was upstairs on twitter as I was feeling antisocial. Max then stormed into my room and started shouting and screaming things at me. From what I gathered he bumped into his ex at the pub. He then grabbed me by my collare and dragged me off my bed before screaming in my face "YOUR A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! WHY WOULD SHE WANT SOMEONE AS FAT AND PATHETIC AS YOU!" my heart was racing, I seriously thought he was about to hit me, instead he put me down and turned away as if to walk otu of the door. I was wrong. quick as anything he picked up a trophy I won in a singing comp a few years back off my dresser and launched it full force at me. I't wizzed past narrowly avoiding my head and smashed on the wall behind me. He then launched him self at me again pinning me against the wall. Thankfully we here footsteps running up the stairs. The others must have heard the crash. Max put me down told the boys he accidently knocked something over. They leave the room. I stand in the middle of my bedroom shaking in pure terro and fright. My heart and breathing refused to return to normal and I had to use my inhaler to clam me down. I picked up the smashed remains of the trophy and placed them in one of my draws. I then walked to my bed and pulled the covers over me as silent tears began to fall.

We go into the interview and take our seats. Jay and Siva are stood behind us and on the seats are Max, Tom and then me on the end. I catch site of Max glaring at me oout of the corner of me eye. I sigh, this is going to be a long interview. After 5 minute the lads have been ripping it out of me. I laugh along , with the other lads ots just banter, nothing more, with Max however its malicious as hell.

The interviewer turns to me, "Well Nathan you've had a right ribbing today! why dont you take this oppotunity to stick up for yourself"

"Yeah Nath! show them your not a pushover and just a pretty face!" I grind my teeth as Max pinches my cheeks as he says it and everybody laughs.

"Well to be fair its mostly just Max isnt it? I think he's intimidated! I make him feel like an old man!" Shit. I shouldnt have said that. Everyone cracks up laughing and I feel daggers boaring into my kneck. Boy am I in for it later....