Never getting tired of you

Nathan was a quiet lad with dark secrets. He never thought that anybody cared about him, he didn't have any friends until one day he met a girl who changed him and taught him how to love.


18. Dion Mucci - only you know

Nathan's POV:

After meeting Zoe's parents, which was probably the most terrifying thing I have ever done in my life, we went up to her room. She opened her bedroom door. Wow! Her room was fancy, she had a big double bed with fairy lights draped across it. And on one of her walls, there was just pictures. Some were when she was little and others with her friends and family. I felt Zoe watching me so I turned around.

"You have a lot of memories," I said. Zoe laughed.

"I guess..?" She replied. I looked over to the other side of her room. Posters of different bands (nirvana of course, arctic monkeys, the smiths, you me at six, green day) hanging above a stereo which held her iPod. I went over to it.

"Can you play something?" I asked. Zoe went across and began scrolling on her iPod eventually finding something descent and pressing play. "What's on?" I asked.

"Miles Kane, colour of the trap. It's one of my favourites," she said. "Do you want to dance?" She asked. I nodded because I really did want to dance. So we swayed for a bit to the ballade. "I have something for you," she said. I looked at her. What could she of possibly got for me? She took my hand and led me downstairs without stopping her music. We went down into the basement below her house.

"My dad has some records that he never uses," she told me, switching on a light. "Ever you since you told me they had broken I felt really bad and I wanted to do something about it so I asked my dad and he was okay with it,"

"Okay with what?" I curiously asked.

"Tuck in, take what you want," she smiled to me. I brightened up.

"Really?" I made sure. Zoe nodded and pulled out one of 6 boxes of records. I started flicking through them like I do when I'm at Freddie's shop. He had pretty good stuff. And then suddenly it hit me. Dion Mucci. He had it. Born to be with you. I picked it up and examined it's condition.

"This is it," I whispered under my breath. "This is the record I have been searching for since forever!"

"Take it!" Zoe shouted, taking the record out if my hands and walking to a player. She placed it carefully with the pick gliding on it and then that beautiful melody beamed out. I felt like crying I was so happy.

"Is this the song?" She asked. "That you want played at your funeral?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Yep," I replied, taking her hand and beginning to dance again. This was perfect. I couldn't ask for more. I felt like the luckiest guy ever! I closed my eyes. This is my memory now. I want to remember this moment.

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