You Left Me Hanging- Nathan Sykes Fanfiction

by DestineeTWFan

Destinee was just 17 when Nathan left her, 17 & pregnant. But after her parents' move, she has to go back to her old school and comes face to face with Nathan. They both end up sharing lockers & are partners for their history project. Have they really forgotten about each other and moved on or do they still have feelings for each others?

4. You Left Me Hanging 4

*Nathan's POV*
I stopped the car in front of Destinee's house. "Kiss me," she said leaning over the passenger, "Not now," I replied as I got out of the driver seat and went over to the passenger side. I opened the door and pulled Destinee out and carried her bridal style over to her house, she leaned over to my mouth and I could smell the alcohol on her breath. I set her on the ground and she stumbled, I grabbed her by the shoulders so she could stay still, she was so drunk! She swayed back and forth in front of me as I ringed the doorbell and waited, after while the door opened revealing Ashley, Destinee giggled as I scooped her up again bridal style and walked past Ashley, "What did you do here?" Ashley asked me angrily, I ignored her and started walking upstairs to Destinee's room.

Destinee started kicking her legs and fell down on the floor, I bent down to pick her up again but she pulled me on the floor on top of her by my collar, I sighed as I got up and pulled Destinee up by her shoulders, Ashley stood there staring at us. I threw Destinee over my shoulder and started going up the stairs.

I set her on her bed, she got off it, stumbled over to me and kissed me, I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently away from me, "Don't want me?" she asked, as much as I wanted her, I didn't want her to regret anything again, "I think it's time for you to get some sleep," I said ignoring her question, I walked over to her closet and opened the door, "Now, where are your pyjamas?" I asked her, my eyes searching the closet, she stumbled over to me and pulled out a white full sleeved shirt, I recognized it instantly, "Hey, that's my shirt," I smiled at her, she hugged the shirt tightly, "It's my favourite shirt," she said, her eyes were wide open, "Really?" I asked, she nodded.

I helped her get out of her party clothes and the put my shirt on her. She climbed in bed and I followed her. She cuddled up in me, her head resting on my chest, "I love you," she said, "Do you love me?" she asked looking up at me, I stared down at her.

Did she really mean that? No, of course, she was drunk, really drunk. And people don't say something and mean it when they're drunk...right? Atleast I think.

She was still staring at me, waiting for my reply. "Get some sleep," I said stroking her hair, she smiled at me before closing her eyes.

I laid there listening to her soft and slow breathing as she sleept with her head on my chest. Slowly, my eyes started closing and I fell asleep.