Pushed Around (Nathan Sykes)

Chapter 18

Waking up the next morning I had many texts messages waiting for me to answer. This couldn't be good. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I look at my phone gasping at the number of people who had texted me. I had five from Mr. Leens, one from each of my production team, 10 from Nathan, and five from Lacey. This isn't good.

Grazing the ones from my production team they are all telling me to look at Twitter and see the top trending list. This is me thinking that it's about my video. When I open twitter it's not.

New rising star Layla Sage and chart-topping artist Zedd dating?!

Zedd makes an appearance on Layla Sage's Music Video Premiere Live Stream

New Hot Couple Layla Sage and Zedd?

Oh, this can't be good. I finally look at the rest of the text messages that I have starting with Lacey's, I don't even want to think about Nathan's.

From Lacey:

IGNORE EVERYTHING THAT NATHAN SENDS YOU!

Why didn't you tell me about Zedd?!

Loved your video BTW!

Seriously, ignore Nathan, he's just being an idiot. He'll get over it.

To Lacey:

There is nothing with Zedd! We were working on music yesterday! He came early so I had with sit with me in the stream!

From: Mr. Leens

Layla, I need to see you in my office by 10 this morning to talk about your work with Zedd.

Also about how well your video is doing and the sales.

Please do not make any posts until you see me this morning.

Al will be at your flat in half an hour.

From Nathan:

Your video was amazing.

Why the hell was he on your stream?!

What in the hell Layla?!

I thought we had something!

I thought we were going to try and just hide our relationship from everyone!

Zedd of all people?! You go out with a DJ?!

I can't believe you didn't tell me!

Or ask me!

Don't text me back, I'm done with this shit Layla.

I hope you're happy with him.

Yeah, this isn't good. I sigh forcing myself out of bed and get changed knowing I only had a few minutes before Al would be here to take me to the studio. I don't know what to do about Nathan, hopefully, Lacey can talk some sense into him.

I pull on a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater. I run a brush through my hair before pulling it up into a high ponytail. I pull on my boots as the lobby calls me telling me that Al is downstairs waiting for me. I grab my bag making sure my writing book is in it as well as my laptop. I grab my phone and headphones plugging them in. I lock the door behind me taking the elevator down.

I say a quick hello to Al, not trying to be rude. I can just tell this day is going to be exhausting and I'm not ready for all of the new rules and being pushed around some more.