Personal Soldier (Nathan Sykes Fanfic)

Personal Soldier (Nathan Sykes Fanfic) - Ch.20

I sat on the sofa, legs outstretched across it and head on a pillow. I watched as the clouds that could be seen from the window scooted across the darkening evening sky. Some buildings and houses were also easily seen. I had been here like this for almost an hour now. Drinking in the scenery from the hotel room, as it probably was a much better idea to stay away from the outside world, as long as we weren't driving. It was kinda funny, the calm that I portrayed as I lay here simply watching the world go by. You could almost just forget the situation, the danger, the fear, the pain. Even for just a little while. I suppose that was a good thing, to stop the constant worry that filled me up for a short period of time.

The fact I literally had nothing to do, was also a reason I was sat here, enveloped in a relaxation that would last for only so long. Contact with the agency was kept to a minimum for safety reasons, phonecalls could be tapped into, and all of the notes, documents, evidence was all dealt with back in England. My sole purpose was to stay hidden, to protect. In truth I felt useless in times like this, the waiting around killed me and I longed for being out on the field, no matter what danger that entailed.

I was abruptly snapped out of my own thoughts by Nathan, who walked in front of me to sit on the sofa, lifting my legs onto his lap. I went to sit up, moving out of his way but he grabbed my feet again, pulling me back to lying on the sofa. I watched him as we sat in silence for a few minutes, him playing with the hem of my jeans between his fingers. He stopped then and lay the side of his face on the back of the sofa, so he was looking at me, he smiled, genuinely this time. I'd seen a fake one plastered on his face so many times, I knew when he was truely happy.

“You remember when we met?” he asked, I furrowed my eyebrows in response. “Well it was only a week ago Nath... My memory's not that bad” I replied, he rolled his eyes but smiled. “Yes, I know ... ya smart-ass, I was going to ask- ... when you met me for the first time, what'd you think of me? ...” he questioned. I thought for a moment, clearly remembering the first time I met him, that smirk pulled on his lips and his sarcastic nature coming out on the first sentence he spoke to me. I honestly felt like I wanted to kill him, then and there. His smugness, his arrogancy, he pissed me off. I guess partly because of all the past encounters with these teenagers who had the well off parents, lived in huge houses, didn't have a care about anything, I was set with a preconceived notion of who he was. Boy, was I wrong.

I realised as I focused back on Nath sitting beside me, that he was staring at me, an eyebrow raised. I must of zoned out again while thinking back. I shook my head, which got a chuckle from Nath. “Left you speechless, eh?” he smirked and I looked at him disapprovingly, hitting him with my foot. “Yeah .... you took my breath away....” I shot back, sarcastically. He sniggered. “Honestly though, .... I hated you when I first saw you-” “Lies-” he interupted, with a fake cough to cover it up, resulting in him getting another kick from me. “-Anyway .... You gave off the aura of-” I searched for the correct word. “-hmm, an asshole ... yeah, accurate.” I shrugged, honesty's best I guess. “Well ... thanks-” “C'mon you asked what I thought when I first met you .... That .. is what I thought..” “I just picked on you on purpose, you know .... You're funny when you're angry” he laughed. “I-” I crossed my arms across my chest. “-I am not, 'funny' when I'm angry, I'm well scary.” I looked at him, keeping a straight face until I couldn't any longer resulting in us bursting into laughter.

“Yeah, Kit-Kat you're terrifying...” he stopped laughing and looked at me slightly worried. “Sorry ... just slipped out ... Kat” He shrugged. I sat up and crossed my legs in front of me. “You can call me Kit-Kat ...” I mumbled, looking down and playing with a lose thread on my jumper. Until he pulled my chin up, he looked skeptical. “I thought that name was for 'important people' in you're life” he gave a weak chuckle but kept his watch on me. I nodded. “True ... My dad gave me that nickname as a kid, ... I always think of him when someone says it, it's why not just anyone who calls me that-” I shrugged and looked back to my hands, feeling the expression of emotions making me embarassed. “-you're not just anyone...” I trailed off and coughed awkwardly, laying down again and avoiding his eyes.