Can see you coming Nathan Sykes & the wanted fanfic

Chapter 85

I arrived home and found that my parents were home, I guess that wasn't very unusual, but for some odd reason I hadn't expected it. I walked through the door and Saw a bunch of bags by the door. "Ellen, hurry and go pack, we're leaving in twenty minutes." said mom, I walked over to where her voice came from and found her packing in her room. "what are you doing?" I asked.

"packing, we're going to Ottawa for a few days." she said. "mom, nathans here." I said, she turned and saw nathan and frowned. "oh, well, when's he leaving?" she asked. "few weeks." I said. "can I just stay here with him?" I asked, she scoffed. "ya, leave you two here alone for a few days." she laughed.

"well, can he come with us?" I asked, she looked at us. "he needs a passport." she said. "he's already got one with him." I replied. "he needs a hotel room." she added. "Nathan has an in at the fairview hotel, management knows him." I said. "he needs money..." she said. "he's got lots of money." I added, she sighed.

"fine." she said. "let's go pack!" I said excitedly, I smiled and then pulled Nathan upstairs. "so, I'm going to Canada." he said. "apparently." I replied, he grinned. "Well, I'm sure we can get a separate room at the hotel." he said, I smiled at him. "mm, that sounds nice." I said as I grabbed a bag and started packing my clothes.

"we're going to be going out to a formal dinner, so do you have a suit?" I asked, he shook his head. "well, we can buy one when we get to Ottawa." I said, he nodded. Half an hour later we'd packed and everyone was in the car. Nathan and I were in the backseat while my parents were in the front. "so, Nathan, when did you decide to come visit?" asked dad.

"well, I just got up and came, cause I missed Ellen." he said, I smiled. "I'm tired." I yawned. "Nathan, lay down on the seats so you can be my pillow." I said, he rolled onto his side and spread over the seats. I curled up in front of him and he spooned up behind me. He pulled me against him so i wouldn't fall off and I saw my dad angrily staring back at us.

I laid in Nathans arms and we listened to our music for hours, until dad finally stopped for food. "hungry." I moaned, Nathan chuckled and put his arm around my shoulder as we walked into the food court. We got in line for mcdonalds and when we got there I asked for a large fries and Nathan got a burger. We went over to a bench and Nathan sat down at one side. I laid down and put my head in his lap.

"fry me." I said, Nathan picked up a fry and put it in my open mouth. I ate it and watched him as he ate his burger. "why are you watching me eat?" he asked, I shrugged. "your face happens to be above mine." I replied, he chuckled and took another bite. "oh my god Nathan Sykes, can I have an autograph?" asked a girl as her and three of her friends ran over.

They looked maybe fifteen or sixteen and he smiled and nodded. "sure thing girls." he said, one gave him a piece of paper and he signed it. "what are you doing here? I thought you were in London." said one of the girls. "well, my girlfriend here." he said and gave me another fry which I happily ate. "is going to Ottawa and I flew out here to go with her, cause I missed her." he said.

"aww!" awwed the girls. "you're a very lucky girl." said one, I nodded. "I know." I said and patted nathans thigh. "he makes really good bacon." I joked, they laughed and Nathan grinned. "yes, I do." he said. Another one of the girls gave him a book and he signed it. "holy shit is that a tattoo?" she shrieked, Nathan flinched. "uh, ya." he said, one grabbed their phone. "please don't, the paps don't know about it yet and I want it to stay that way." he said, they all nodded.

"nath, they're going to find out sooner or later, might as well just let em." I said, he looked at me. "alright, then you show yours to." he said, I pulled up the sleeve of my jacket and showed them. Nathan showed his and they snapped pictures. "they're so cute! Are you two secretly married?" asked one, I shook my head. "nope." I said. "then why does it say Ellen Jean sykes?" asked another.

"long story." I said, they shrugged. "do you guys really have a sex tape?" asked one, I shook my head "nope, we were drunk and just wanted to mess with the paps." I said, they nodded. "Ellen, time to go." said my dad, I frowned. "ten more minutes, I haven't finished my fries." i said as Nathan put another one in my mouth.

"we really have to go." he said, I moaned. "fine! Nathan, wanna grab some stuff for the hotel at the convenience store?" I asked, he gave me a confused look and I sighed. "really? How did you not get that?" I asked, then ran my hand farther up his thigh. His eyes widened "oh!" he said, finally getting the reference. I got off him and took my fries.

"meet you at the car." I said, he nodded and I walked off with my dad. "what did you send him to get?" he asked. "just some stuff." I said and got in the backseat of the car. Nathan came in a few minutes later and he laid down and pulled me on top of him.

I reached into his jeans pocket and felt the square, cardboard box and smiled. "good, I thought you didn't understand me." I said, he grinned. "took a while." he Admitted. "aw, my slow Nathan." I sighed, he frowned and poked me in the tit. "ow!" I said, mom and dad looked at us. "sorry." I said, they turned back to the front and I frowned at Nathan. "why did you do that?" I asked quietly.

He shrugged. "I usually poke the boys in the chest, so that was as close as I could get." he said, I rolled my eyes and he narrowed his eyes at me. "told you it's a habit mr.grey." I said, he laughed and pulled me against him. "go to sleep." he ordered, I sighed, but rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes

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