Dance Your Hearts Out (A Nathan Sykes FanFiction)

Dance Your Hearts Out (A Nathan Sykes FanFiction) 13

When we got home, Tori set the roses in a vase and went to shower. I changed out of these dressy clothes and into sweat pants, going topless. Tori came back out wearing a camisole and those black and purple long pajama bottoms. I sat in bed, checking my Twitter and what not, updating that the show had gone fantastic and I was really proud of my girlfriend. By morning her phone would be blowing up with re-tweets and DM’s.

“So, what did you think of tonight?” she asked, crawling into bed with me.

“You were amazing,” I complimented, kissing her softly.

“And Niall?” she questioned, sitting cross-legged next to me.

“Nice lad,” I shrugged.

She chuckled.

“I mean, what did you think of him? He’s been doing really well so far,” she smiled.

“Yeah, I guess,” I grumbled.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, picking up on my negativity.

“Oh, nothing,” I said, giving her a small smile.

“Liar,” she yawned.

“It’s just… I miss having you around here, you know?” I said, going around why I’d taken a small dislike to the lad.

“I miss you too,” she said, intertwining our fingers.

“I barely ever see you anymore and it feels like ages since we…” I trailed off, “you know.”

“I know, Nath,” she sighed. “We both knew when I took this, it’d be time consuming, but the season’s almost over and we’ll have plenty of time together then,” she added.

“But, I want you now,” I whined.

“You know that-”

She was cut off by her phone ringing. Who would be calling her this late at night? She reached over and grabbed it, smirking at the caller ID and answering it.

“Hey you, miss me already?” she said, smiling.

I raised my eyebrow as whoever was on the other line replied.

“Tomorrow afternoon? Yeah, sounds like a plan, can’t wait…here would be fine, I’ll text you the address,” she said. “Alright, bye,” she said before hanging up.

“Who was that, then?” I asked curiously.

“Niall,” she shrugged with a chuckle, setting her phone on the bedside table.

“Oh, what’d he want?” I asked, shutting the laptop and setting it to the side.

“He wanted to grab an early dinner before we head to the studio for the finales,” she told me.

“Oh? So you and him are really close, yeah?” I questioned.

“Yeah, we are,” she nodded.

“He’s a good lad, nice and all?”

“Of course, he’s the sweetest,” she replied.

“So, he’s your dance partner who gives you roses and takes you out to dinner?” I questioned, getting really annoyed at how his name kept coming up.

“What are you saying?” she said defensively.

“Oh, nothing, just wondering when were you planning on sneaking out of his flat so I can inform the paparazzi,” I said sharply.

“You seriously think I’m hooking up with Niall?” she scoffed.

“Sure sounds like it, I’ve never seen Ty give you flowers or take you to lunch as constantly as your precious Niall does,” I told her.

“How could you not trust me?” she snapped.

“I trust you, Tori, I don’t trust him…he’s in bloody One Direction, I’ve bet they’ve shagged more girls than their ages put together,” I said defensively.

“Yeah, and you’re in The Wanted, how many girls have you shagged?” she replied quickly.

I had no response for that.