Please Come Back Home (Nathan Sykes Fanfic)

Chapter 1

It was the summer of 2012. I had just turned fourteen a month and a half ago and my mum put me in summer school so I could be in the Honours Geometry class as a freshman. Thankfully, two very good friends were there with me. So one day during our twenty-minute lunch we found ourselves sitting on a bench outside talking about what we wanted our futures to look like. I had somehow conjured up the idea that when I turned 18, I was going to fly myself as well as about ten of my besties out to London where we could all go out and party and drink until we didn’t remember who we were, let alone where we were.

To be honest, I didn’t really expect it to happen seeing as I didn’t come from the “ I own ten penthouse suites in Manhattan” type of family. I was just that girl with the crazy, weird, mixed up life that you’ve probably read about in books. Nevertheless, I still tried to make the best of every situation that came up in my life. I mean having my mum go through two divorces (the second of which I completely approved of, might I add), my father moving to big-city, bright-lights Chicago which was two states away from me and only getting to see him once a month, if that, plus a whole lot in between, I started to become skilled in handling various situations.

At the end of that lunch break, we also got on the topic that one of my more outgoing friends, who was with us, was going to be the best drunk ever. I still don’t remember how we got on the subject, but we started saying how she’ll never remember a thing but she’ll have the time of her life. I was stupid enough to comment that one night, when we could all legally drink, that I wasn’t going to drink and spike her drink just to see what happens.

Well little did I know that four years later, I would be graduating from high school with a multi-million dollar fashion label under my name that was already sold in four countries worldwide.

So all of this combined got me where I was last night. In a bar, in the middle of downtown London, drinking a ginger ale, that my friends, deciding to bring up past times, had spiked with vodka. Of course, after only two days in London they had somehow figured out that vodka was the one liquid that got me drunk the fastest and gave me the worst hangover. Only God knows how they did it, seeing as I never had a drink underage back in the states where the drinking age is 21 compared to the UK where it’s 18 (starting to get why we came here…).

And that’s why, when I woke up in some foreign bed, in some foreign room that definitely wasn’t our hotel, let alone a hotel in general, I started to panic a little. Correction I started to panic a lot, but immediately put that on hold as I sat up getting the feeling that I figured I would have for the rest of the day. I slowly put my feet over the edge of the bed only to find that my clothes were in a neat pile on the corner of the bed and I was wearing a t-shirt, that was on the larger side for me but fit fine, and my shorts that I had on the night before under my dress. I was trying to focus on the image that was on the shirt and it looked quite familiar having the bold print of what looked like “ONDO.” But once I pulled the sleeves out I realised that it was “LONDON” going from shoulder to shoulder.

I know I had seen it somewhere before but I gave up on thinking about where as the pounding in my head just got worse. I decided to try to think over the thumping to see if I remembered anything from the night before…

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“Jules, can you go get me another drink? Thanks!”

“No prob,” she had replied with that smirk that told me she was up to something, but I had just brushed it off, thinking nothing of it. She came back a few minutes later with some more drinks for the four of us that were sitting at the table and handed me mine. I had realized with the first one that it tasted a bit different than usual but ignored that too, thinking that it was just because it was in a different country. She sat down next to me and across from Tori and Jae while the rest of my crazy friends were on the dance floor with some guys they had met and “liked” because of their British accents. I had started to talk to one who was probably just a bit taller than me if I didn’t have my heels on. I remember him having dark, almost black hair that was spiky, but in a natural way. I can also remember hearing his accent and identifying it as Bolton, I think, but that was only because I had heard one exactly like it before.

Later on, I found myself on the dance floor on my own, not really caring what I looked like when Glad You Came started blasting through the speakers of the club. I suddenly felt someone spin me around to face them and in a split second I was staring into a pair of greenish-blue eyes that were on the face of a guy that Tori would have called ’HAWT!’ in the state that I last saw her in. I knew I recognized him from somewhere but I pushed that aside realising that my hips were already moving to the beat of the song and his hands were following their every move while pulling me closer to him. I remember him following me over to the bar when the song ended, ordering us some drinks while we were talking. I learned his name but in my state right now, I can’t recall what he said it was. I did realise though, that he was from Gloucester by his accent, not because I could tell you if any stranger off the street was from Gloucester, but I felt like I had heard his voice somewhere previously. I had told him my name was Sophia, but everyone called me Soph and that I was here in London for my 18th birthday. As soon as I said 18th, he called over the bartender and ordered shots saying that he insisted as it was my birthday. I reluctantly took the shot glass of vodka and downed it as fast as possible. It ended up tasting faintly familiar, but I now couldn’t recall from where, as I was thoroughly tipsy. We kept on talking at the bar until I realised that the time was half three in the morning and I went to look for my friends.

After 15 minutes of searching high and low with what’s-his-name following me, I concluded that they had left with those guys that they met earlier. I must have said it aloud because familiar-face had turned me around to look at him and he said that I could come home with him and he would take me home in the morning when we could all think straight.

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I don’t know why exactly I said yes, but I guess that’s where I was…