Little Louder Now (Harry Styles/One direction fanfic)

Chapter 8: Shower ephiany

Sorry.  No laughs in this chapter.  Kind of a serious tone and kind of short, but necessary for the story line.  The next chapter will be back with 1D, will be long, and hopefully you'll find it humorous.  It's already almost finished so it'll be posted later tonight... hopefully.  Happy reading!

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Chapter 8:  Shower ephiany

*Nathan's POV*

I was in deep.

I had just gotten in the shower.  I had always done my best thinking in there and tonight was no different.  It was a quiet place where I wouldn't be disturbed.

The lads from The Wanted and I had a hectic year.  We'd been all over the world touring, making music, doing interviews, and meeting fans.  It had all been a blur.  A crazy hectic blur that I had loved, but... there had been some sacrifices.

For example, my personal life had taken a blow.  There were paparazzi constantly trying to get a photo or story off me.  Fans followed us around constantly.  I loved them, but I'd actually had to move flats because of them before.

My love life had suffered too.  I had met a girl closer to home than you'd think.  She was intellegent, talented, well versed in music, gorgeous, and unique.  She also happened to be my bandmate's sister.

Tom and I were as close as brothers.  The whole band was really.  So when we had to vacate our flat for a week because the washer had exploded sending sparks and suds everywhere, he offered for all of us to stay at his family's house.  That's when I'd met her and the chemistry had been undeniable.

Olivia.

Tom's sister.  Olivia.

Tom joked about our flirting and said that we'd be great together, but I knew that was different from him actually accepting a relationship between Olivia and I.

We spent that whole week sneeking around, snogging when we thought no one would see us.  My days at Tom's would end with me in Liv's bed, snuggling only for me to wake up early to covertly go back to the couch so no one would suspect. Jay had caught me leaving her room one morning but promised to not say anything because he felt it wasn't his secret to tell. 

Ollie and I had decided to keep things on the down low because we couldn't face Tom and I didn't want the media to destroy the connection we had.  She didn't want the press because she wanted her band to gain recognition through her own hard work, not because she was Nathan Sykes' girlfriend.

Three months ago, the greatest relationship I'd ever had was ended.  Things in my life had gotten too busy and Liv's career was really starting to take off.  We'd called it quits.  Ok, truth... I'd called it quits, but by no means had I forgotten her or moved on.  I had loved her and I still did.  Things like that don't just go away.

But I know I had broken her heart.  Fuck... please forgive me Ollie.

The boys and I were tired.  It was time to start recording material for a new album for a couple months and management had promised that we could do it from home in London.  That was a week ago, and ever since I got back, all I could think about was Olivia.  I needed her back in my life.  Everything seemed colourless and without meaning if you couldn't share your life with the person you loved and I was determined to get her back.

Yesterday, I'd rung up her parents house to talk to her and explain things, but they told me she'd been in London promoting her band.  Apparently they'd been doing a lot of shows and were even signed up to do a massive tour with a very popular band.  Her and Tom's mum had told me that the two band were sharing a house not far away from TW's.

This was perfect.  I could go and suprise her, tell her I wanted her... no, I NEEDED her back.  I just wasn't the same without her.  I think we should go public and try to give this a proper go.  Fuck what everyone else thought.  Tom would have a tomtrum and probably pout for a week, but if we could prove that we were serious, which I am, he should get over it.

I turned off the hot water and grabbed my fuzzy black towel.

I'd tell Tom first.  I had to.  I owed it to him and it wasn't Ollie's job to do it.  If I told him, it'd prove that my feelings for her weren't a fluke.  Liv and I went out for 7 months for Christ's sake.  That ment something.

Tonight.  I had to do it tonight.  The heartache was too great.  I had wasted enough time that I could have spent with her in my arms.  This had to be done tonight.