I stood in the bathroom of the club, using the hand dryer to dry my wet clothes. It seemed to be working, but it took ages; it took me about half an hour to dry my whole top, and another half an hour to get my jeans dry. Once I’d finished drying my clothes, I looked at myself in the mirror. The front of my hair was slightly damp and was starting to go a little frizzy. I took a hairbrush out of my handbag and tried to brush my hair, but that didn’t seem to make it any better. In the end I decided to tie my hair back in a loose ponytail.
I finished tidying myself up and left the bathroom. There wasn’t much to do around here; clubs weren’t very exciting during the daytime. The highlight of my day so far had been a towel fight with Nathan from The Wanted. I walked around the club and decided to go and find my dad to see if there were any jobs that needed doing. For some reason, I couldn’t find my dad anywhere. He was probably off somewhere sorting out The Wanted. I could hear music flowing through the club as they finished rehearsing on stage and found myself singing along to Let’s Get Ugly. After that song had finished, I assumed they’d finished their rehearsal as I didn’t hear any music for a while after that.
I gave up looking for my dad and decided to sit at one of the tables in the main hall of the club. Checking my phone, I decided to update my Facebook page. ‘Grace Dawson just had an.. interesting experience involving The Wanted..’ was what I put as my status. Putting my phone away, I remained sitting at the table and, thinking nobody was around, I began to hum Let’s Get Ugly as it was stuck in my head after hearing it just now.
“Well hello there.” I was startled by a voice and turned around to see Nathan sitting next to me. Crap, he’d obviously heard my singing.
“Are you stalking me or something?” I asked.
“No..” he smiled innocently, “Just felt like coming over to say hi, that’s all.”
“Oh right..” I replied, “Well, hi.”
“Hi..”
Like it had been earlier in his dressing room, we just looked at each other in silence. I sat there biting my nails, which was something I always did whenever I was nervous. But I wasn’t even sure why I was nervous. Nathan would look down, then back up to me, over and over again. He seemed to be even more nervous than I was. ‘Say something!!’ my brain kept telling me, but what was I supposed to say?
“Where are the others?” I asked. That was the first thing that came into my head.
“No idea.” Nathan shrugged, “Tom’s probably having a Tom Tantrum somewhere..”
“Riiight.” I laughed, “So why are you ‘stalking’ me then?”
“Like I said, I’m not stalking you. You just seem like a cool person.” he replied.
“I’m not that cool.” I blushed.
“Well, I think you are.” he took his hand out of his pocket and placed it on top of mine on the table.
I stared down at our hands for a while. Was this actually happening? Was Nathan Sykes actually trying to flirt with me? I thought about how I was going to react, but then I remembered what I’d said yesterday. No more boys for me. As I realised this, I quickly pulled my hand out from underneath Nathan’s.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
“No.. I just.. um.. I have to go.” I stood up quickly and ran away from Nathan, making my way back to the bathroom.
I leaned on the counter where the sinks were and looked in the mirror. What had just happened? This didn’t seem real. Nathan f.ucking Sykes was trying to flirt with /me/. At least now I knew that he definitely liked me, but I wasn’t sure if I liked him back. I mean, he’s a really nice guy but all guys seem like that at the start. They’ll start off by being really sweet and nice but they’ll just turn out to be complete d.icks, and there’s nothing stopping Nathan from being just like them.
Suddenly, I began to have flashbacks of what had happened with Matt. I kept thinking of walking in and seeing him with Jas. I suppose our relationship ending had been inevitable; we’d been arguing nonstop for months. I just never expected him to go as far as cheating on me. I thought I’d learnt my lesson after my ex-boyfriend before Matt broke my heart and dumped me harshly, but no. It took someone cheating on me for me to finally learn how stupid boys were. Thinking about the past made me cry slightly, but I eventually wiped the tears from my eyes and walked out of the bathroom again. Inevitably, I bumped into Nathan again.
“Hey, are you alright?” he asked.
“I’m fine.” I said, trying to walk past him.
“Have you been crying?”
“Maybe..” I muttered.
Nathan gently turned me round to face him and looked down into my teary eyes. I tried my best to not start crying again in front of Nathan, but I just couldn’t hold the tears back. As I cried, Nathan pulled me closer to him for a comforting hug. I cried into his chest as he stroked the back of my head gently. We moved out of the hug and he led me to his dressing room and sat me down. He came and sat on the seat next to me.
“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or..?” he asked.
“I’m just in a crappy mood.” I told him.
“Why?”
I sighed. “I broke up with my boyfriend last night. He cheated on me and I just.. I don’t know.”
“Oh, I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have tried to make a move on you earlier.” Nathan looked down.
“It’s alright.” I smiled, “You didn’t know.”
“Why did you run off earlier when I touched your hand?”
“Because I wasn’t sure if I was ready to start looking at other guys yet.” I explained, “I told myself that I was going to swear off guys because I’m afraid of getting my heart broken again.”
“How about you and me hang out a bit later? It doesn’t have to be a date, just two new friends hanging out. Maybe it will cheer you up a bit.” Nathan suggested.
“Okay.” I nodded, “That would be nice.”
