I can't choose {Tom Parker/Nathan Sykes Fanfiction}

Chapter 8: Nathan Sykes = Justin Bieber

"Do you reckon were in trouble?" I asked as we made our way back to my house.

"Probably, but we went to the meal, what more could they want?" Tom said, he had a point, we'd eat and socialised, I'm sure they couldn't be at the restaraunt for that much longer?

"It's gonna be weird living in London, away from everyone isn't it?" I said stopping to lean against a lampost so I could adjust my heels, they were so uncomfy.

"Yeah I cant wait though man, here, come on" Tom said ushering me to get on his back to save me from walking.

"Did you just call me man?" I laughed as he jumped up bringing me closer on to his back.

"Alright, get on my back bitch" Tom said throwing me a gangster hand sign.

"Move bitch, get out the way, get out the way bitch, get out the way" I said singing the "gangster" song we always did when we were fooling around.

"Weirdo" He muttered making out he didn't know what song I was singing.

"Shutup" I tutted as I rested my head on top of his hair, the rocking motion of him walking made me want to sleep, and besides his hair was all flat and cute, it made a nice pillow.

"Have I been tiring you out?" Tom laughed to himself. Before I had a chance to call him, probably including a swear word, a woman was approaching us.

"Well if it isn't Mark Owen!" This woman squealed, clapping her hands in excitement, referring to Toms job in the Take That tribute band.

"Hiya babe y'alright?" Tom said bringing her into a hug, I was still having a piggyback though so I kinda just sat there on Toms back, awkwardly.

"You were so good the other night!" She giggled, she was clearly flirting with him, surely Tom hadn't slept with her? She was old enough to be his mum and her personal hygiene wasn't good.

"Arw thanks, did you enjoy it?" Tom smiled, not being put off by her odour.

"Yeah, I didn't want you to stop!" She winked, obviously making a sexual reference. Why was I getting jealous, I should be happy for him.

"Cheers" Tom laughed unsure of how to continue the conversation.

"Can I give you my number, you know, in case I want to see a bit more of Mark Owen?" She said looking into his eyes, trying to be sexy.

"Erm well actually I have a girlfriend" Tom said jigging up and down so I moved too, trying to being me to her attention.

"Oh love, I'm sorry" She said getting embarressed at the whole situation.

"No problem, thanks though" Tom smiled as we began to move.

"Bye" she said giving him a quick wave.

"Sorry about that, I just didn't want to be loaded with a pensioner" Tom laughed.

"Your first groupie, suppose you best get used to it" I said reminding him that he could soon leave the job he hated, and make a new start for himself.

"And where did you two get to?" My mum questioned as she burst through my bedroom door.

"Erm..." I said looking to Tom to help me, what could I possibly say to that, I couldn't be like "oh sorry mum I was having sex in the toilets with Tom, classy I know", we'd just left afterwards, not telling anyone.

"Sorry, it was my fault I wasn't feeling well" Tom lied, flashing my mum his signature smile.

"Well get some sleep then, turn the music off Maddie" my mum said.

"Fucks sake, I'm sick of being treated like a baby" I muttered as she shut the door.

"Stop swearing" she snapped, how was it even possible that she heard me say that?

"Yeah Mads, stop swearing" Tom sniggered at me as he switched the Oasis cd off.

"You're the one who taught me to swear" I said laughing at his impression of my mum.

"And then you're mum smacked your arse" Tom bellowed as he fell back onto the floor laughing.

"You always were a bad influence" I tutted as I joined him. I dont know why we were lay on the floor when the bed was only inches away but it was comfy enough.

"So what do you reckon to the rest of the band?" I asked Tom as I looked up at my ceiling.

"Were like best mates already, Max is the soundest guy I've ever met, Jay is just hilarious, Siva is the kindest calmest guy on this planet, and baby Nath is just a little superstar" Tom laughed obviously remembering a personal memory.

"Baby Nath?!" I questioned, how young could he be?

"Yeah he's just turned eighteen, but he has the voice of a singer that's been singing for years" Tom said complimenting his band mate.

"A bit like Justin Bieber?" I laughed imagining Tom with a Justin Bieber look a like.

"Ooosh burn I'll tel him you said that" Tom said chuckling to himself.

"Is that a bad thing?" I said panicking, I didn't want to make a bad impression on these boys, especially because I was moving to London too.

"He has similar hair sometimes thats all, he's trying to prove his masculinity at the moment though by shagging anything with a pulse" Tom said gruffly, sounding quite proud at the same time though.

"Sounds delightful" I laughed sarcastically.

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