**IMPORTANT** Author's Note:I have changed the name of Nate's sister. She is NO LONGER "Caroline". From this point forward she is called "Evie". I have changed this in past chapters, but wanted let you know so I don't confuse my current readers. Thank you!

Chapter Twelve

The Charts

Nate dragged a hand across his face as he sank down into the sofa in the lounge. He tried to zone out all the noise around him, closing his eyes. He was tenser than he thought he was going to be at this point in the day.

Today had been long and it wasn't even close to being over yet. Weren't Sundays meant to be a day of rest? They had a good press day the London Eye. A whole bunch of journalists and the band stuck in one small pod for two hours wasn't exactly his idea of a good time, but it had gone well.

Sabrina had convinced Nate not to say anything about their relationship yet, especially since they had been officially together for less than thirty-six hours at that point. Nate wasn't entirely sure about this, but eventually relented since it was still so new. She had argued that she had wanted to tell her brother herself first and not have him find out through the press. He had agreed only because he wanted to do the same with Evie. Although, he had managed to get her to promise they would announce to the fans within the next week. To say the boys had taken it really well would have been an understatement. The general reaction was a collective "finally!" much to Sabrina's surprise. Nate had laughed since he knew they had it in for them, but was glad his best mates were happy for him.

After the press event, they headed straight to BBC Radio 1 for the official chart countdown. They had already met with the DJs and taken a bunch of pictures. Now, they were just hanging out until it was time for the show to start. Opening his eyes, he glanced around to realize he wasn't the only one on the edge of his seat. Giovanni was unusually quiet as he sat on his phone. Quinn was bouncing his legs like he had had far too much caffeine and refused to hold still. Blake appeared to be the only calm one, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed and his hat covering much of his face.

"Five more minutes until we have to get you wired up," Sabrina said as she entered the small green room, followed by Ian.

Ian took a seat beside Quinn as Sabrina came to seat beside Nate.

"Security is good outside, if you want to go see fans after we are done here," Ian remarked, grabbing a bottle of water from the table.

"My breakfast is seriously going to make a reappearance," Quinn groaned burying his face in his hands.

"It's not like you haven't done this before, mate," Ian said.

Blake repositioned his hat, glancing around the room. "Yeah, but something feels different this time."

"How are you doing?" Sabrina asked Nate, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Nate reached up and grasped her hand. "I am literally very close to shitting myself right now."

Their conversation was interrupted by a radio exec popping his head to let them know it was time. Nate dropped a quick kiss on Sabrina's lips before letting out a heavy sigh, resting his forehead against hers for a moment. He definitely could get used to this.

"You will be brilliant," she said, lightly touching his cheek.

He gave her a weak smile before following the others out of the room. They were quickly ushered into the radio booth and each given a set of headphones. Nate slipped his on before stuffing his hands into his pockets to keep from fidgeting with something. He stood to one side, with Blake on his right and Giovanni on his left with Quinn on the other side.

The DJ, Frankie Greene beamed at them as they entered, giving them a big thumbs up.

Nate relaxed a bit. They knew Frankie well at this point, having dropped by this exact studio any number of times. To say Frankie was a character would have been an understatement. And for Nate, that was reassuring because no matter how this turned out, Frankie was going to make sure they had a good time regardless.

After the current track finished, Frankie flicked a switch.

"BBC Radio 1, the official charts with Frankie Greene. Jump online you can see who's here. It's Indigo Rain. Looking as yummy as ever. Hello, boys!"

"Hello!" they all echoed.

"Oh my goodness! I haven't you lot in what feels like ages."

"Too long," Nate agreed.

Quinn quickly added, "We miss you, Frankie!"

Frankie laughed, waving a finger at him. "Flattery, while appreciated is not going to get your anywhere tonight. There are so many of your fans outside, you had to do some like covert secret agent shit to even get you in the building. Like what is up with that? Is that normal for you guys now or is all still a bit bizarre? I don't think I could do it and I'm totally fabulous!"

Blake cleared his throat before answering the question. "It's still weird. Especially the other day."

"Ow, I do love a good juicy story! Do tell."

Blake looks over to Nate. "Where were we? Birmingham, I believe. We were leaving a restaurant and someone screamed. We all turned around like, is whose here? But it was for us."

"That's insane!"

"It really is," Quinn added. "But we love our fans and always try to spend as much time with them as we can."

"Alright, lads. One of the things that comes with all of that is rumors. I do love myself a good, absolutely ridiculous rumor. The kind you read and go like where are they making this up from? So, I liked a few up and now this is your chance to confirm or deny." Frankie picked up a piece of paper from in front of him. "Don't be scared."

"They are probably true," Giovanni laughed.

"He's practically sweating!" Quinn said, nudging Nate with his elbow.

Nate hated dealing with rumors because they could be so strange and bizarre it was hard to comprehend sometimes. At least this gave them a chance to deny a few things.

"Gio, is it true that a bird once tried to nest in your hair while you were at the beach?"

"Oh my god! False! That was a bad joke I might have made up myself."

"I'm gonna pull something out here. Hop online and you can see this as well. But I would love for Blake to explain this one." Frankie turned over a picture he had in his pile and handed it to Blake.

"Where did you find this?" Blake exclaimed. "I thought I had all of these burned!"

"Mate," Nate laughed, trying to get his words out. "Is that a dress?"

"Why haven't we seen this?" Giovanni asked, taking the picture from Nate.

"You make an attractive woman, mon ami." Quinn wiped tears from his eyes.

Blake pointed a figure at Quinn. "Purple shoes. That's all I'm gonna say."

That shut Quinn up real fast.

"Seriously," Frankie broke in. "Care to explain this?"

Blake groaned. "I was like sixteen and my three older sisters black mailed me into letting them dress me up."

"What dirty thing did they have hanging over your head, hmmm?" Frankie asked, resting his chin on his fist.

"There was this girl I had a massive crush on. I had finally gotten the courage to ask her out. To impress her, I borrowed my father's car without him knowing. My oldest sister found out when she caught me and my girl making out in the car. I hadn't realized that she was friends with my girl's sister and they would be hanging out that night. However, let it be known that I complained the entire time and they may have each found a frog in their beds the next morning."

"Fair enough. However, if this boy band thing doesn't work out for you, it looks like you might have a career as a drag queen," Frankie remarked, shuffling the papers.

Nate choked on his laughter. That was something he would love to see.

"Next up: Quinn. Is it true that you almost didn't get to date your girlfriend because her father tried to get your to eat haggis?"

Quinn grimaced at the memory and Nate reached over, patting his shoulder.

"He didn't try. He basically said to me," Quinn paused, clearing his throat and put on an effortless Scottish accent. "Now see here laddie, if yer wantin' to date me daughter, yer gonna have to prove yer a man." Quinn switched back again. "I tried to tell him in my country it's normal to eat snails, but apparently that wasn't good enough."

"Did you do it?"

"Hell yes! And she tells me later it really was just a sausage and her father does this to all her potential boyfriends. Apparently, I passed the test though."

Frankie shook his head before turning his attention to Nate who swallowed hard.

"Alright, Nate. I've got two for you because both were just too good to pass up."

"Brilliant," Nate remarks rubbing the back of his neck.

"The Sun recently printed a photo of you with a seriously fit girl with legs I would kill for. You two seemed to be rather close at dinner and you two were absolutely adorable together. Care to tell us more about this mystery woman? Like when are you getting married and having cute babies," Frankie said with a dreamy expression.

Nate bit his lip to keep from laughing. Oh he was going to enjoy this. He looked to his friends and could tell they were amusing as well, but he gave them a look saying he was going to handle this.

"I've known her for quite a while now. She's a ballerina with the Royal Ballet. She's fantastic."

"That would explain the legs!" Frankie laughed. "Come on and give us a name."

"Evie," Nate paused. "Warren."

Frankie frowned for a moment before realization dawned on him and his mouth dropped open. The boys finally lost it and busted out laughing.

"She…" Frankie started not sure what to say.

"She's my little sister," Nate finished for him. "So the idea of us having babies is actually quite disturbing to be honest."

"Why haven't we seen her before then since we have seen quite a bit of all your families?"

"Evie has spent the last nine years in Russia training as a ballerina. She only returned to home to London a few months ago," Nate explained.

"Fair enough, sorry about that by the way. So, I've had a sneak peak of your new video while you will be premiering later on this evening. I almost died watching it. So hot. But Nate, is it true that the girl you are snogging in it is actually your PA?"

Nate bit back a groan. Why did every rumor have to be about his love life? He should have seen this question coming from a mile, especially since the version of the video they were going to release was the more risqué one. At the meeting with George and the label, he had argued vehemently against using that one. However, they had set a precedent at the being of the band that major rules. The other three boys were all for it since they thought it would help them appeal to a large audience and not just teeny boppers. Eventually Nate had to give in for the sake of the band. Sometimes, the major rule bites ass, he had lamented to himself. He still hadn't found the courage to tell Sabrina yet, but he knew he was going to have to soon.

"True," Nate finally answered, drawing out the single word.

Frankie's eyebrows shot up. "How does one get a piece of that?"

"The thing is," Nate started; remembering what Sabrina had told him. If presented with the question, turn it into a funny story. "We had hired extras in for the shoot and one of them couldn't make it. We didn't have time to find someone else, so our director literally went up to her and was like you're in. I had to convince her it was a good idea to kiss me. It was well awkward at first, but she didn't quit after that, which is a good sign."

"Oh, I'm gonna have to slap some sense into her then. One does not argue when told to kiss a member of Indigo Rain. Though, I'm sure the fans will love the video! Well, look lads; I've got some good news for you. You are not this week's number five. Congratulations!" Frankie clapped.

"Whoop!" Blake pumped his fist in the air.

"We're probably number forty five and this is a whole sham," Nate remarked sarcastically.

Frankie played the track as they chatted a little bit more. Following more talking and a few non-personal questions, discussing when the album would be out and their plans to hopefully tour it, Frankie revealed that they also were not number four or number three.

Nate's stomach was twisting into knots. He seriously could not take this sort of suspense. This was a rare sort of torture he hoped he never had to endure again. But it was moments like this that he looked forward to the most. Seeing if all the hard work and stress was going to pay off in a big way or not.

The loud voice of Frankie dragged him back to the conversation at hand.

"If you are watching this online right now, Quinn is pulling one of the worst faces on the camera. Oh wow! It's horrible. Who knew that Quinn could do anything to look so unattractive right now? None of the cameras are on me because I bring down the stakes when these good looking guys are in the room."

Quinn waved emphatically. "This is tenser than it looks."

"Pressure is on. Indigo Rain has been here all evening, hanging out and sharing dirty secrets. But, there are only two records left in the official top ten today. One of them is your record: Indigo Rain, Lightning and the other is last week's number one - Lance Tracy with That's Alright," Frankie paused for dramatic effect. "I can reveal that this week's number two is…"

Nate didn't even hear him say it. His whole body felt numb and the next thing he knew he was sharing a massive group huge with his best friends as they jumped up and down with excitement.

"Holy shit," Blake muttered under his breath.

"Lads!" Frankie called out. "Before we celebrate and play the number two record, there are a few fans of yours outside. Do you want to go outside and play the number one with them?"

"Yes!" Quinn replied quickly.

"Absolutely," Nate and Gio said at almost the same moment.

"Alright. Let's do it!" Frankie said, quickly announcing the number two single and playing it.

Taking off his headphones, Nate carefully set them down. He was completely stunned, but he knew he had this stupid smile on his face. Number one felt so good. It was only their second number one and their first had come at an inopportune moment. Now, they could celebrate with each other and especially with their fans.

Nate's phone buzzed endlessly in his pocket and he quickly fished it out. There were a bunch of congratulations texts from some of his old school friends as well as from Evie. There was one from his mother, which he thought odd since he hadn't spoken to her in over a year. He sent her a quick thank you, wondering if she would actually send a second message.

A new message quickly flashed across his screen. He smiled; it was from Sabrina.

Sabrina: I'm so proud of you

Nate: Come here and show me then

Sabrina: Later ;)

Nate chuckled, stashing his phone away. He was definitely going to hold her to that. But for now, he had fans to meet.

They had spent at least a solid two hours meeting all the fans outside the radio station. By the time they piled into the van, they were exhausted by exhilarated. They met the rest of their team – including Fiona, Fred, George and the producers of Lightning at a local restaurant for dinner and to celebrate.

Following dinner, everyone went their separate ways. Giovanni and Blake decided they were going to stay out with Ian going with them. Quinn and Fiona went round to her place.

Nate found himself in Sabrina's apartment, chilling out and having a cup of tea. She sat long ways with her legs in his lap as he trailed his hands over her bare calves. She was going through the updated schedule on her phone, trying to keep him informed. He chuckled under his breath at her diligence. After several long minutes of this however, he plucked the phone from her hands and setting it on silent, placing it on the coffee table.

"I came to hang out with my girlfriend, not my manager," he said when she gave him a shocked look, his thumb making circles on her knee.

She smiled softly as she moved to straddle his hips, one knee on either side. She threaded her fingers through his hair, her nails lightly scratching his scalp. Leaning in, she lightly kissed his lips.

"Better?" she whispered.

"Almost," he answered, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close until their chests pressed together. "Now, much better."

He gazed up into her blue eyes, realizing how bright they really were. He didn't think he would ever tire of looking into them, like he could read her soul behind her eyes. Curving a hand around the back of her head, he brought her face down to his, kissing her deeply. Their lips effortlessly moving together, tongues tangling and retreating. Nate would never get tired of her kisses.

Lightly, he pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat, breathing in her sweet scent. Nate trailed his lips across her collarbone and up the gentle slope of her neck. He noticed the way her fingers tightened in his hair and she let out a hoarse gasp when he kissed the place where her neck met her shoulder.

Taking this as a sign of encouragement, Nate kissed the spot again. He lightly dragged his teeth over it before soothing the spot with his tongue. Hearing a strangled noise from above him, he stopped instantly, tilting his head back to look at her. She had her lower lip caught between her teeth and she stared up at the ceiling, a single tear trailing down her cheek.

"Hey," he whispered, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away the tear. "Come back to me."

Sabrina let out a ragged breath and with strength he wasn't expecting she wrenched herself from his arms.

"I'm so sorry," she muttered backing away, keeping her gaze on the floor and using her sleeve to harshly wipe at the moisture from her face.

"Stay. Talk to me. Tell me what I did wrong," he said softly, reaching out to grab her hand.

"Don't touch me!"

Quickly, she turned and fled into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Nate stared at the door for a moment, wondering what the hell had just happened. Standing slowly, he walked to the door. Trying the handle, he realized she had locked it. Pressing his ear to the wood, he listened and he could hear her crying on the other side.

"Sabrina," he called out.

"Leave me alone." He could barely hear her.

"Not until you tell me what I did wrong," he said firmly.

There was a long silence and Nate thought she was ignoring him until he heard her small voice again.

"It's not you."

"Then tell me what it is." He sat down on the other side of the door, leaning his back against it. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me."

There for another silence before she answered, "I thought I was over it. All of it. I thought the moment I walked out the door that it was all going to be behind me. That it wasn't going to affect my life any more, but I'm a fucking idiot. He was fucking right, I'm fucking useless and not worth a goddamned thing to anyone," she rambled.

Nate's eyebrows shot up at her language. He didn't think he had ever heard her speak this way.

"No," Nate whispered.

"Aren't you listening to me?" she asked fiercely.

"Yes, but I don't agree with you. And whoever said such nasty things about you need to have their head checked."

"He fucked me up, Nate. More than I ever thought he had. Not until you," she said, her voice growing quieter with each word until he could barely hear her.

"Who?" he asked, he kept his voice soft to try and not scare her.

"Ryan Gillette, my ex-fiancé."

To Be Continued...