I Found You - Nathan Sykes Fanfic

Four

I began bashing the door myself but it wouldn't budge so much an inch. Absolutely fantastic; I was now trapped inside an unclean flat with loads of men's underwear and a boy who had stolen my suitcase, who was quite possible at the top of my most hated list.

I could easily jump out of a window, right? I thought it through and realised that the windows were old-style single-glazed windows which didn't open enough for me to jump out. I had no idea who I could call to get them to fix the door. Would Google help?

I asked Nathan and he blankly looked into space - trust him. He went into the living room and I could hear him asking Jay, with only a vague mumble as a response. Things were not looking good.

The model-like one came out and attempted to open the door, unsuccessfully. He scratched his hair awkwardly.

Nathan let me sit in his kitchen and gave me some coffee, whilst he and his flatmates tried to fix the unopenable door. I brainstormed on various methods which I could escape from this hole. The windows were such I couldn't jump out of them, and I had my doubts about anybody being able to demolish the door open. I groaned. Why had this happened to me of all people? What the hell had I done to deserve this?!

I sipped the coffee; I wasn't quite sure if I liked the taste or not. I took out my composition from my suitcase and hummed the tune inside my head, with Nathan's new edits. It sounded good, generally. I found a pencil lolling around the table and grabbed it to add in a few edits of my own, and composed a few more bars.

I realised I was getting a bit peckish; I stood up and took a little tour round their grubby kitchen. It made me faint trying to estimate the last time they'd cleaned the place. I just about died when I spotted a pair of bloody boxers in the corner - did they genuinely not have any sanitary standards?

Grossed out by their lack of hygiene, I sat back down and glugged down half the coffee in an attempt to waken myself up. I was absolutely knackered thanks to jetlag and time zones and had a rummage around until I found some coffee, and made myself another cup, extra strong.

I was bored out of my mind - they were still discussing between themselves by the door. I could hear faint mumbles, but I couldn't tell what they were exactly talking about. I decided I'd patiently wait for five extra minutes, and if they hadn't come up with a solution by then, I'd have to either call Xiang or somehow smash one of their windows and escape out of this place. I could not bear to stay any longer.

As if by bloody magic, Nathan came back into the kitchen. Yes, he had managed to open the door! Yes, yes, yes! I was on my way to freedom at last! I could escape this hell hole, I could go back to my new beautiful bedroom which had hygiene standards and I could forget about dirty men's underwear forever!

"So, um... we can't open the door and, basically, we think you should stay the night," Nathan said, awkwardly. Honestly, he was the king of awkward.

But what? Stay the night? Absolute no fucking way.

"Are you fucking insane?!" I yelled, standing up.

"Genuinely, the door doesn't open," he said pathetically.

"Call an engineer or somewhat and get them to fix it now!" I yelled furiously. I was not going to stay her for any longer than I had to.

"We don't know of any engineers - none who could come immediately," Nathan said. "We can try tomorrow. But you can't leave."

What was he, some sort of evil kidnapper who was holding me hostage? That was illegal! It was against the law! He couldn't stop me from leaving!