My Christmas Boyfriend

Bad boy tells me a heart-broken story.

Okay, so im walking along side Nathan when he asked me this wild queston.

"So..Umm.. Wanna come back to mine for a bit?" He asked looking down at the ground then looking up at me for an answer.

Why is he asking me this?

"Umm...Okay" I answered tightening my hair in its pony.

We walked together up our road, turning the corner and walked up his drive.

His house was just like mine. A quite small, white door, gold door handle, brown-bricked cottage-like house. I stood awkwardly as he got out his key and opened the door. We walked in and entered the silent hallway.

"Is anyone home?" I asked looking around.

"No, mom's out of town so i've got the house to myself" He grinned stretching his arms out.

"Ohh? So she trusts you to look after the house?" I said raising my eyebrow.

"Probably not, she dont care. She dont care about anything, she's always sleeping around, getting drunk and off galivanting everywhere." Nathan explained in a casual tone.

"Omg, really? I feel sorry for you." I replied looking concerned.

"Nah, i'm used to it." He answered looking to the ground.

I changed my mood and began to run upstairs.

"So which is your room then?" I shouted down to him, looking at the three rooms that stood before me.

"Wait! What are you doing? Dont go into any of the rooms!" He shouted running up the stairs.

I started laughing and headed into the light, blue doored room. I heard his loud, footsteps stomp their way up towards me. I looked around to find a football themed bedroom with a football-styled bed and chair, a football rug, a small tv in the corner with an xbox connected to it. The bed was neatly made, and a few toys were scattered on it. I stared in disbelief. Nathan came barging his way in and stood next to me staring at the room like he hadnt saw the room in his life. I looked at him with a confused face and grinned at him. He started to fiddle with his hands and stared towards the bed. As if! A "bad boy" like him, with a bedroom like this. I burst out laughing. He looked embarrassed and turned to look away from me. After 2 minutes i stopped laughing at him and felt bad.

"Sorry" I said and started at the back of his head.

He didnt answer me. He just began to laugh. I looked confused and turned him around.

"You didnt think that-" He began as i looked at him confused.

"This isnt my room by the way" He grinned getting his breath.

I slapped him but still looked confused.

"So which ones your room?" I asked.

"No-one enters my sexy room, only.." He answered wiggling his eyebrows.

I slapped him again laughing. He's so dirty. Do you think he actually has..No...Well, he probably has since he is a "bad boy".

"So who's is this room?" I asked. He took his time to answer so we stood in silence.

"It was my-" He started with a tear in his eye.

"It was my...little brothers..." He answered loking like he was about to cry.

"Where is he?" I asked looking concerned.

"He was taken away from me." He said quietly. I put a hand on his soldier.

"By?" I asked getting closer to him.

He took a deep breath and wiped his face with his hand.

"When he was five and  i was nine, my mom and dad was together. My dad was a dick and didnt pay them. He kept on getting loads of cannabis and didnt give them the money they needed. One night i heard him arguing on the phone then heard him slam the phone on the hook angrily and heard him shouting at mom. Dno why. Half an hour later i heard loud, knocking on the door and shouting. I knew it was going to happen. Mom had spoken to me about it before. I ran into joe's room and got him out of bed. I took him into moms room and told him to hide in the wardrobe. I was trying to cover him in moms clothes and told him to be quiet and not to worry. I heard them burst through the front door and heard loud shouting and screaming. I had to hide somewhere. I ran to the windows and hid behind the curtains and waited there. I heard them coming up the stairs and entering in all the rooms shuffling through cupboards and drawers. They entered our room and i waited silently for them to leave. Just as i thought they had all gone i heard the noise of a cupboard opening. I peaked through the curtains and saw them taking my brother away from me. He was crying and i couldnt do anything about it...It was my fault!" Nathan cried angrily clenching his fists.

I took a step closer to him and pulled him into a hug. He heavily breathed down my neck. It tickeld me sending lightening bolts down my body. I felt his muscles wrapped tightly round my body. We stood there for like 5 minutes in silence before the sound of my phone stopped us. I wish it hadnt gone off. I wanted to stay there while he wrapped his self round me. I took my phone out of my pocket and answered. It was mom.

"Hello" I answered calmly.

"Maddy! Where are you babe? Your dinners on the table, im going out in a minute to work and baileys on some mad mode. Can you come calm him down please hun." Mom started frantically.

"Yeah, i'll be there in two minutes bye" I answered and slammed my phone shut before waiting for an answer.

"I'm gunna have to go. Need to go to my restless dog, Bailey. He's on some mad-mode apparentely." I said rolling my eyes.

"Okay" Nathan replied smiling realising what he'd just done and tried to regain his "coolness".

I made my way downstairs and opened the front door hearing a phone go off.

"Hey, Madster!" Nath shouted down to me. I walked to the botttom of the stairs and looked up to see Nathan at the top of the stairs grinning at me.

"Your coming to a party tomorrow night ok?" He ordered grinning.

"Umm.. i'm-" I started thinking.

"Ok, i'll pick you up at 7." He smiled walkind down the stairs.

"B-but-" I answered, as Nathan edged me towards the door and shutting it behind me.

A party? With bad boy Nathan?