Personal Soldier (Nathan Sykes Fanfic)

Personal Soldier (Nathan Sykes Fanfic) - Ch.11

I sat with Nathan in the back of the van, on our journey back after leaving the warehouse about half an hour ago. I had my right arm slung over Nath's shoulders, my other hand held tightly in his, as I lay my head on his shoulder. He didn't move, didn't talk. He cried. A steady stream of tears flowed from his eyes as he stared at the floor of the van. Max and Tom had also sat in silence across from us, looking at us sympathetically now and again. If they weren't such strong people I think they would have been crying just looking at the state Nathan was in.

Not once since we had found his father had I left Nathan's side. I held him, like he could fall apart at any moment without me. My arms around him as they took his father from the building, as he fell to the ground when he couldn't deal with the situation, even when the medics tried checking him for injuries, I couldn't bring myself to let go.

Less than one week ago, I met him. He was happy. He annoyed me. But it's the person I wanted back. Not this empty, broken shell of a person. I'd seen Nathan change so much, take on so much in a small amount of time. All I wanted was for him to smile and be alright again. I honestly didn't know if that would ever happen though.

And I was scared. Peterson's threat ran throughout my had, again and again, telling me they'd get him. That this wasn't the end. That's something else that stopped me from leaving Nath. My duties as a Protector were coming to the forefront, and I'd give my life to see him safe..... always.

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The van came to a stop just outside my house after another hour on the road. I opened the door to reveal a dull grey sky, representing the mood around us perfectly. I stepped out onto the path and pulled Nathan out behind me by his hand. As soon as he was out however, he released his grasp from mine and walked quickly to the front door unlocking it and rushing inside, banging the door behind him. I felt alone and empty and on top of that worried at the loss of contact. It was Max who snapped me out of my thoughts. “Give him time Kit-Kat. Let him rest.” he patted me on the shoulder, offering a small smile and beginning to close the door. “Take care of yourself alright? Keep your focus, don't forget your position” Before he disappeared behing the door and the van sped away. He had clearly noticed how bad this effected me, this whole situation. I hadn't ever taken a vic like that in my arms, refuse to let go and cry when I looked at them. I think everyone could see there was something more to us. But anyone would know that it can't happen, unless I want excommunication from the agency, Nathan and I are Protector and vic. Nothing more.

I walked through my front door and locked it straight away. Turning around and resting my head against it. I took a deep breath and walked towards the living room. Nathan was sat on the sofa, his knees brought up to his chest and his head resting on his arms. His sobs would shake him slightly every couple of seconds. I ran over to his side sitting right beside him and wrapping my arms around him again. It was only a minute before he started stirring, trying to pull himself away from me. I took my arms from around him and he shuffled to the very edge of the sofa, as far from me as he could manage. He spoke, for the first time in hours. It was in a broken whisper that I heard him say “Stop doing this .... don't do this to me” I sat for a few seconds, stunned at not only hearing his voice again but at what he said. “What did I do? I want to be here for you ... I need to be..” He scoffed slightly. “You've told me how you feel Kat, after all that I've been through today, could you not .... just leave me alone?” His voice had gotten slightly stronger the more he spoke. He wiped a stream of tears from his cheek before continuing, not even looking at me. “Do you not know how it feels to have you hold me and know that you mean nothing by it? To know that I like you so much and we can't even be anything ... that you don't want me” He buried his head in his arms again.

I felt horrible. I didn't think I was hurting him so much, I thought I was helping him. Having someone there is what he needed. To not be alone. My eyes brimmed slightly with tears, that I quickly blinked away. I sighed. “I'm sorry Nath, for every little thing I've done to you. But I can't be away from you ... I wouldn't be able to sit back like this and see you breaking. I want ... you. I need you-” He looked at me for the first time in a while. His eyes were bloodshot and no longer a bright green, like they usually were. “I'll keep you safe like I promised I would” He closed his eyes and looked down slightly before taking me by the waist into his embrace. My arms wound around his neck.

We sat for almost 15 minutes on the sofa, rocking slightly as Nathan's tears finally ceased. I kissed the side of his head and pulled back, making sure I didn't let go of his shoulders. We stared at each others eyes. I noticed his had brightened a little once again. I didn't think before I started leaning slowly towards him, him keeping his eyes on mine. I felt his warm breath sweep over my lips...

The sound of glass being smashed broke us apart that instant. I jumped up from my seat and made my way towards the hallway, where we'd heard the sound. Nathan followed close behind me. I soon saw the source of the noise. A window next to the front door had been smashed, a brick thrown through it. The shards of glass littered the floor. I ran to the door, unlocking it swiftly and swinging it open. I searched around the front garden, looked up and down the street. Nothing. Typical that when you want Collins to be snooping around, she's no where to be seen, she would have been able to give me a full description of whoever did this. I returned to the house and saw Nathan stood with a piece of paper in his hands, looking at it with a scared impression. “Nath what is it?” He simply passed the sheet to me and slumped to ground, wrapping his arms over his chest.

I looked down onto the page to see it was a note. Typed out in big writing. Reading it I knew why Nathan reacted the way he did. It read:

“ALL THAT YOU KNOW, WON'T HELP YOU SURVIVE, A TICKING TIME BOMB, NOT ON YOUR SIDE, WE'RE NEVER SEEN, ALWAYS WATCHING, SO DON'T GO TRYING TO HIDE”

I knew who had sent this. Peterson said he'd get Nathan, he swore he would and now they know where we live. I read the note over and over. These people clearly saw some kind of game in this. It made me feel sick. But I knew we had to get out of here, we needed to leave. I had to get Nathan somewhere safe no matter what. That was my priority now. It honestly scared me knowing I wasn't even safe standing in my own home. And clearly there are a lot more people to this than we first thought. Peterson must have followers everywhere. And how long have they been watching us? They knew where we lived so they can obviously see us. I was worried about trusting any one now. Everyone could be against us, who knows? And if they were going to try and capture Nathan ... They had a chance right now ... why not take it? Millions of thoughts were running through my mind. I looked at Nathan, he was staring at me with furrowed eyebrows, his eyes darkened again and glossy from the tears that were threatening to burst.

I spoke to him, suprised that my voice sounded so strong even with all my worries -

“We need to get to the agency now” ....