Saviour - Nathan Sykes

Flirting.

Once I'd finished making the drinks, I placed them all on a tray and carefully took them into the living room where everyone was sitting. "Thanks sweetheart," Max said, I smiled in return as a way of saying 'you're welcome'. I sat down next to mum and listened as they all had a conversation about the band and what they're going to be doing next. After a while, I got bored of listening to how well they're doing in life; I know it sounds awful but, I hate how everyone seems to be better than me. I'm not exactly good at anything according to most people. Trying not to disturb the conversation, I stood up and quietly walked out of the room and up the stairs to get my phone.

I've been here a little longer than expected but I didn't want to go downstairs to listen to a conversation I'd never be involved in. Sometimes, I wish I had a person in my life who I could talk to. I lost all my friends when I went to uni; they all went to different ones but me, I had to go where I was told as always. My whole life has been controlled by people who don't understand any aspect of my hope or my dreams. Parents should care for you and love you, however, in my world, that's not the case at all. Of course, mum's fine when dad isn't around. Although, I can't help thinking that what she's doing and saying is all an act to get me to stay here and do what they want me to. I mean, why wouldn't I think that? They act and lie in front of other people all the time and I just have to sit there, listening to them complimenting me and saying things they could never mean.

"You okay?" I heard someone ask from the door. I looked up to see Nathan stood there with a sympathetic look on his face. Smiling slightly, I nodded and stood up to go downstairs. "You're crying Ads, what's wrong?" He asked again. I'm crying? I reached up and touched my cheek which was was wet from the tears that were rolling down my cheeks. I took a deep breath before replying, "I'm fine," I told him, smiling. Doubtingly, he shook his head and walked further into my room, closing my door behind him. "I know we've only known each other a few hours but you can tell me; I won't say a word," he said softly. I sighed, sitting back down on my bed. He followed my actions then looked at me and gestured for me to tell him. "It's as if I'm always second best. I feel like I'm having to compete everyday with every person in the world just so my parents will notice me. Honestly, I know I sound completely insane but, you have no idea; you don't have to live in this house with them all the time. Yeah, I know I could move and trust me, I would if it was even remotely possible. They won't let me out of their sight unless I'm at uni, and whenever I go off campus, I have to make sure no one they know sees me because if they do, I'm dead." I explained to him. He looked slightly taken aback by what I'd just told him yet he still wrapped his arms around me and brought me into his chest whilst I cried. "Hey, it's okay, don't cry beautiful; they're not worth your tears," he whispered, kissing my head. I pulled out of his arms and walked over to my mirror before sorting out my make up and smiling at him.

"You know you're really talented right?" He asked me. I blushed and looked away, shaking my head. "I'm nothing," I answered, quoting my father's words. "Are you for real? All of these sketches around your room show how amazing you are!" He told me, using his fingers to make me look at him. "Let's not forget how unbelievably attractive you are," he whispered, smiling slightly. "I'm not the attractive one in this room," I replied just as quietly. "I'd like to know about a certain talent of yours," he said seductively, smirking at his comment. "Maybe I'll show you that talent but, I'm afraid that isn't possible when other people are in the building." I told him before winking and walking out of the room and down the stairs.

Was that flirting?

I think it was but, I just couldn't help myself. He makes me want to be near him all the time.