Dance Your Hearts Out (A Nathan Sykes FanFiction)

Dance Your Hearts Out (A Nathan Sykes FanFiction) 9

 Hello, thank you for reading :) By the way, I know this may sound wierd, but I appreciate comments more than votes, don't get me wrong, I love that you guys are voting, but I just really want to hear what you think through comments or what you have to say after reading, I want to connect with the readers, so comment me your thoughts on this chapter? Please and thank you <3

****

"Cha-Cha," I smiled teasingly at him.

“Lucky,” he grumbled, flexing his fingers on the steering wheel.

I only smiled and patted his shoulder.

When he pulled up to Tom and Nathan’s house, I reached in the back and grabbed my bag. The lights were shining through the windows, so I assumed the boys were home.

“Want to come in?” I asked, pushing the car door open.

“Yeah, sure,” he shrugged, turning the car off and following me up the steps.

I used my key to let myself in. I could hear the TV blaring louder than usual in the front room.

“You cheating bastard!” Nathan screamed hoarsely.

“Whoa,” Ty mumbled, taken aback by the sudden outburst.

“They’re watching a football match,” I told him, shutting the door behind him and walking into the front room.

“Hey, guys,” I said, seeing I was correct about the match.

Max, Jay, Tom, and Nathan were sitting on the couch, beers and bags of "crisps" strewn across the table and carpet.

“Hey, Tori,” they all mumbled, their eyes glued to the TV, giving a subtle nod.

“Beer?” I asked Ty, motioning to the kitchen.

“Nah, I’m good,” he shrugged. “Sup, guys,” he added, giving a head nod to the boys.

“Hey, Ty,” they all mumbled in the same manner as they did with me.

When the match went to commercial, I walked past the TV with Ty behind me. He followed me into the bedroom, where I dropped my duffle bag and took off my shoes. I changed in the bathroom into shorts and a tank top before returning to the front room to see Ty had joined the boys in watching the match. The game had returned and when one of the players stole the ball from the other team, Nathan stood up abruptly.

“You prick, get the ball!” he snapped at the TV, gritting his teeth.

I rolled my eyes with a playful smile.

I’ve noticed these boys were no better than my brothers when it came to sports. Of course, with my brothers it was American football and with these guys it was soccer. I perched on the arm rest next to Tom and mindlessly stared at the TV, not paying too much attention to who was playing.

“Lovely, can you get me another beer?” Tom requested, never tearing his eyes from the screen.

I sighed loud enough for him to hear.

“Me too, Tori,” Max added.

“Babe, can you get me one?” Nathan asked, sitting on the edge of his seat.

“I could go for one, Tor,” Jay mumbled.

“I’ll take you up on the offer, Tori,” Ty piped in.

I groaned and got up, walking past the screen quickly before they started snapping at me to get out of the way. I was not their servant, but I still got them their drinks anyway. I grabbed five bottles from the fridge, opening all of them. I knew it would be stupid to carry all five at once, so I took one in each hand and walked back into the living room, handing one to Nathan and Jay, who were closest to the kitchen.

“Thanks, love,” Nathan said, reaching out blindly for the bottle.

“Yeah, thanks,” Jay smiled.

I grabbed the other three and handed them to Ty, Tom, and Max who all thanked me in one way or another.

“I’m not your servant, you know,” I grumbled to Tom.

“You know I love you,” he smirked, patting my knee.

It was still during the first half of the game, so I assumed the boys would be here long. I walked back into my room and grabbed some fresh clothes. I took a quick shower and blow dried my hair in my room, never liking to sleep with wet hair; it just didn’t feel right for some reason. When I walked back into the living room, they were as I left them. I felt my stomach growl. I hadn’t eaten since that lunch and I’m pretty sure the boys would be looking for food pretty soon. I grabbed my debit card and ordered a pizza online.

I just lounged about in the bedroom, checking my email, watching YouTube videos, and checking up on the latest gossip. I decided to even reply to a few Twitter messages. At first I was surprised how well the fans took my relationship going public. Yeah, sure there was the occasional hate from a few crazier ones, but the majority usually said the same thing: “If Nathan’s happy, I’m happy”, which I thought was really sweet.

I sat on the bed, legs crossed in front of my laptop, my headphones plugged in and one ear bud in my ear. I had the radio on low just for background noise. When the pizza had arrived I re-joined the boys in the front room, they seemed to devour it in a few minutes. I only had a slice and a half, Tom eating the other half before I returned to my room. By ten o’clock, they all had quieted down. Ty had left right before the end of the game. He texted me that he was leaving and I replied to him with a “K, g’night”. Nathan came in looking sad. He fell back onto the bed in the spot next to me where he usually slept. He stared up at the ceiling and let out a loud, dramatic sigh.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, finishing up what I was doing on my laptop.

“I lost,” he mumbled, turning on his side.

He propped himself up on his elbow, looking at the screen. I closed out of everything and shut my laptop, laying it to the side.

“Aw, I’m sorry,” I said.

“It was a rubbish game,” he grumbled, putting his hand on my leg.

“I’m sure it was,” I agreed, looking down and starting to play with my fingers.

“On another note,” he started with a brighter tone, “how did today go?” he asked.

“Great, I met my partner and we already have a pretty good bond,” I smiled.

“Oh, who is he?” he queried, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

“He’s… really nice and funny, plays the guitar, he’s in a band and he’s Irish,” I explained slowly with a small shrug.

“You’re dancing with Siva?!” he exclaimed playfully.

“No,” I chuckled, gently hitting him in the shoulder.

“Who is it then?” he chuckled.

“Niall, you know from One Direction,” I told him.

“Oh,” he mumbled.

“Oh? That’s it?" I questioned a bit defensively, taken aback by his simple reply that lacked the emotion I was expecting.

“No, that’s great, really, babe,” he said, patting my knee.

“You don’t mind do you, because...you know we’re just dancing,” I told him, lying down and stroking his arm comfortingly.

“No, of course I don’t mind, it’s just… he’s a pretty big star,” he yawned, twirling a strand of my hair between his fingers.

“So you’re not gonna be upset if you see me dancing with him in a mini skirt?” I asked, teasingly smiling up at him.

“No,” he smirked wickedly, pulling me against him. “As long as you bring that mini skirt home with you,” he growled against my neck before nipping at it.

I giggled as he purposely tickled me with his kiss.

“I think I can do that,” I sighed pleasurably, pecking his cheek.

“Oi, you two, none of that,” Tom snapped from the other side of the door.