This Ain't The End [The WANTED FanFiction - Nathan Sykes]

This Ain't The End - Part 22

 We sat on the chairs in the portakabin, Nathan had his arms around me and I didn't care that I barely knew him. I didn't care that he probably thought that I was stupid. Nessy was gone. That's all that mattered.

The weight of guilt weighing me down. The guilt of not being there to save her. For not being fast enough. Not strong enough to fight to save her. More tears fell and Nathan's grip tightened. I felt so useless and weak. Despite this, his arms provided me with some comfort.

I have no idea how long past but eventually he began to get up.

'We've got to get going now. Unless you want to be locked in overnight?' he said, squeezing my shoulders. I nodded. He took off the blanket as I stood up and offered me his hand. We walked out of the conservation, back up the beach and into the hotel. On the way he held my hand. Not in a romantic way, just in a way that stopped me from collapsing into tears in the middle of the street or hotel.

'Where's our stuff?' I managed to ask him as we were waiting for the lift.

'Sophia has your stuff and I assume either the medical people or Jayne has her stuff,' he answered. I nodded and we entered the lift.

On the way up, we said nothing. In fact on the way to the hotel we'd said nothing. But I didn't want to say anything. There was nothing to say. Upon reaching our floor, we left and without saying anything, without any look whatsoever, Nathan automatically took the route to my room, still gripping tighter onto my hand.

As we neared the room, my heart began beating faster and my steps smaller. What would Dad say? It was my fault. Of course it was my fault. What would he do? Would he leave me here alone? Would he be kind enough to take me back then leave me? Would he-?

'Hey what's up?' Nathan asked, cutting across my next question in my mind. That made me stop and gulp.

'He's going to blame me,' I tried to say but it came out in a whisper. He heard it though and his arms immediately wrapped around me.

'Lo, Lo. It is not your fault. Please, please don't think that,' he said quietly. I sniffed.

'But it is. If I had been quick enough, if I had been stronger I- I-,'

'You would probably be injured too. Lo, she's not gone yet. If you hadn't been so perceptive, she would've had no chance,' he told me. I let out a shaky sigh. I didn't believe it. I couldn't. I knew he was only saying this to try and make me feel better. But I didn't want to lay too much of a burden on him so I stayed quiet and we headed to my room.

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This has been edited as of 24/01/17.

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