I Found You - Nathan Sykes Fanfic

Five

My head was killing me.

I moaned as I slowly opened my eyes.

Shit, where the hell was I?

I swivelled my eyeballs around the room, seeing paper, empty beer cans and underwear. What the hell? Where on earth was I? This wasn't my house! Was I being held captive somewhere? Who the hell? What?!

I suddenly bolted up from the bed. I was still in my clothes from yesterday. My hair was a knotted mess, my face encrusted with yesterday's BB cream. My arms ached as I tried to stretch them out. I blinked round the room.

Where the -

Oh yeah, I was in the Suitcase Thief's home.

I leapt off the bed. Shit! I had slept in HIS bedding! I hadn't even changed out the sheets! How bloody disgusting!

My head throbbed painfully and I winced, trying to massage my scalp. What the hell was wrong with me?

I found my phone on the floor and checked the time - 6:26 a.m. Why the hell was I awake?

My head was unbelievably painful, making me feel dizzy, and my face was sore. My mouth was disgustingly dry and I felt sick. I ruffled my hair and rubbed my eyes and then shoved the door with my shoulder, then winced because of the pain. For goodness' sake.

I shuffled to the kitchen and opened the fridge and blindly took out some orange juice, clumsily pouring myself a glass. I thought I would collapse and my head kept banging. It was honestly killing me.

My head was pounding and I couldn't take it any longer. I needed medication or something.

"Where do you keep your painkillers?" I yelled. Oh crap, my head. What the hell had I done to it?

Nobody replied. What a bloody waste of space they where. I yelled again, my head hurting even more, the sound ringing in my ears. Silenced with no response, I marched out of the kitchen and determindly opened a door. It was the bathroom. Fuck it. Next door.

Oh shit!

Nathan was sprawled across the floor, shirtless, with a pair of multicoloured polka dot boxers, and Siva was wrapped up inside his duvet on his bed. Shit!

My poor innocent eyeballs! But before I could escape Siva had already opened his eyes and looked at me, before wrapping the duvet round him tigheter. I closed my eyes tightly and put my palms over them, cringing.

"I was wondering if you had any painkillers?" I asked blindly, cussing myself inside my head. My head then suddenly pounded painfully. For God's sake...

I then heard Nathan swear to himself desperately, scrambling around. "I'll show you," he said, and I turned to face outside the room and uncovered my eyes.

CRAP, why was he still fucking shirtless?!

"Put a shirt on!" I yelled, instantly covering my eyes again.

He laughed to himself and I narrowed my eyebrows, even though I knew he couldn't see them. I spotted a crumpled T-shirt on the ground and gingerly held it between two of my fingers and flung it at him. "Wear it!" I shouted. "I'm counting to ten!"

He laughed again and I counted to ten before opening my eyes. Thank God, I thought, relieved to see him with a shirt on. I breathed.

He rummaged around some of the kitchen drawers and cupboards, and then triumphantly held up a battered box with ibuprofen printed on it. He smiled and threw the box to me. I caught it and then got another pounding pain - it was as if my brains were bashing themselves against my skull. I couldn't stop the wail slipping from my mouth.

"Are you okay?" Nathan asked, filling up a glass of water for me.

"My head is so fucking sore," I snapped, wincing again. "And I have no idea why."

"Well, you drank a lot last night," he said, shrugging.

WHAT? I was drinking last night?! What the hell? I didn't drink! My alcohol tolerance level was nonexistent. I didn't remember a THING.

"I drank?" I asked, choking in shock.

Nathan nodded his head. "Yeah," he said calmly. He then raised his eyebrows. "Do you not remember?"

"Not a thing," I moaned, swallowing a tablet of ibuprofen and massaging my forehead.

He smirked. "Well, you downed several cans of beer pretty well, actually," he laughed. "You are a hilarious drunk."

Fuck! I could not believe this! How bloody drunk had I been?

"You were pretty drunk," Nathan said, as if he could mindread.

I wanted a hole to swallow me up whole. This was absolutely embarassing. Oh for God's sake, had I been so drunk I couldn't change out of my clothes or even change my bedding? How pathetic was I? I wanted to punch myself, but I clearly didn't need to since my pounding headache was doing it for me.

Something in my mind suddenly snapped; oh yeah, I was still trapped inside the Suitcase Thief's home.

"Can we call an engineer?" I asked, wanting to kill my forehead for killing me.

"It's half six in the morning," Nathan said.

"And?!"

"Most engineers won't be at work, yet."

"Then what time will I be able to escape from here?"

"We can call at, like, nine?"

"You're telling me to wait for two and a half bloody hours?!" I yelled, and then stopped because my head was killing me again. For goodness' sake - I was never, ever, ever drinking ever again. This could quite possibly be one of the worst experiences of my whole entire life.

"I'm going to bed," I muttered, pressing my thumbs against my temples. Shit, it had just made it worse.

I could not believe that for the first fourteen hours of my life in London, I had managed to get myself locked up in a thief's house, get drunk for the first time and have the most painful headache I had ever experienced.

What, the hell.