Nathan Sykes Fanfic

Nathan Sykes Fanfic Ch. 2

At the Ellen interview: I walked on stage as Ellen introduced me. A kiss on the cheek and we both sat down. The interview was a bit boring at first. Things started to get interesting. "So what music do you listen to?" she asks. "oh gosh, i have such a wide variety of tastes that I like! Uhm, i love Paramore, Demi, Maroon 5, so many. I love like a bit of alternative, then i like music by like andy grammer and stuff," I answer. "Do you like any boybands?" she says. The audience laughed. Everybody knew about me and Nathan. I laugh a bit embarrassed. "Yeah," I say innocently. "Any in particular?" I knew she was trying to push for more information about Nathan. "Yeah I love one direction, Backstreet Boys...The Wanted" I answer. "there we go! so you're dating the baby of the wanted arent you?" "yup," i answer. "how long have you two been together?" "About 2 months?" she continues with questions about Nathan, and then some about the upcoming album. The interview ended really well.

I changed out of my dress and into a pair of skinny jeans, a white vneck with a grey cardigan and some leather boots. I drove over to the set o see the boys. I saw Jayne with her flip camera recording a bunch of things. "Hey babe," i say hugging him from the side. The crew was setting up for the next scene of the video. "What’s wrong?" I asked look at him, my arms still around him but my eyes looking into his. "ManU lost..." he says glumly. "Oh my gosh," I said laughing, not believing this was why he was all meh. Jayne walks over to us, still recording. "Nathan, tell everybody whats been happening with you" Jayne says. His arm was around my shoulder. "Right, okay. If your sitting at home and watching, and saying, ‘Why has Nathan been so quiet today and why has he been so kept out of the flip? It’s to stop me from having a nervous breakdown,’” he continues to explain his whole story. I just stand there in his arms laughing. "So basically, hes mad because his soccer team lost," I say. Jayne laughs and Nathan looks at me. "Soccer. Psh please, football" he says "I’m American, I say soccer," I smile.