A/N Well, here's the next chapter. Told you it would be quick! Thanks for all the reviews, please keep reading!

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David and Natalie Part Four.

It had reached a point where Natalie could no longer bring herself to leave the house. This was due to two main reasons. The first was the hordes of press and photographers who recorded her every move and blew a simple visit to the corner shop completely out of proportion. The article that Stan had had published was all about how Natalie was a flighty girl and had cheated on him with three other men. She couldn't believe how complete rubbish it was! They hadn't been together very long, just under seven months, and in that time he had slept with two other girls. Natalie had admittedly had kissed someone else, but that hardly warranted worse girlfriend of the year award. They'd been together a week, it was an old friend, and she very drunk. She'd told Stan straight away, and quite clearly he'd never forgiven her; a large part of the article was taken up on details about the affairs she had with 'her close friends'. This change of perspective, naturally, turned the public against Natalie, and for the first time she had started dating the prime minister, she was being booed from the streets

The second reason was that if David phoned she didn't want to miss the call.

"Nat?" Her mother asked, timidly.

Natalie looked up from the blank television screen. "Yes?" She answered, coldly.

"Why don't you call him?" Her mum held out the cordless phone with a pleading look on her face.

"And what good is that gonna do? I've probably ruined his career; it's hard enough to know you're dumped without him saying it!" She said, angrily, jumping up. "I'm going to bed!"

"But you've just got up…" He mother reminded her.

It didn't work though, Natalie stomped up the stairs, and her mother heard the bedroom door slam. She threw herself down on her bed, and clutched her pillow in her hands, digging her nails into the cotton cover.

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Meanwhile, David was sitting in his car two streets away. He'd suddenly brought the driver to a halt and collapsed back on the black leather, his head in his hands.

"I don't know what to do." He said at last.

The driver fidgeted uncomfortably, straightening his hat in the rear view mirror. "Sir?"

"I don't know what to do." He repeated.

The driver sighed, and stared at the clock on the dash board. He'd never been prepared for this sort of situation. Sit straight and do as you told, that was the instruction. He couldn't even deal with these awkward situations with his friends, let alone his boss. His eyes flicked to the clock again. He opened his mouth, but closed it again realising he had nothing to say and no advice to offer.

"I mean, am I risking my career by going to see her? What if we get back together? We'd forever be pounced on by the press, every time we had an argument, every time she went out without me. The press would hound her like dogs." He said. "What do you think?"

"Sir?"

"Well you must have an opinion. Or is that a prerequisite for the job? Being unable to speak your mind?"

"That's uncalled for, sir."

"Yes, I'm sorry, just having a bad few days, it's no excuse though, and to show that I truly do respect all

my staff, I'd like to hear your opinion on the aforementioned matter of what to do with my previously promiscuous girlfriend."

The driver smiled, the first time he had since he got in the car. "What if you follow my advice, it all turns out wrong, it could all come back on me." They'd been advised not to speak to the prime minister about politics as they could get the blame for some very serious issues, it had happened to one of his friends recently. Poor beggar. And he was sure, as he sat there behind the wheel, that romance was much more serious than politics.

"I can guarantee one hundred per cent it won't come back on you!" David promised, lifting his head out of his hands and staring out of the car window. It was a dull, rainy day, perfectly reflecting his mood.

"Pardon me sir, but are you really the same guy who told the American president to well…fuck off? Then do the same to the rest of the world. Who cares what any one else thinks? Sir, I think you should go for it!"

Then realising he was half shouting and he had just said 'fuck off' in front of the prime minister, he turned back and gripped the wheel with both hands, closing his eyes and grimacing as though waiting for an invisible blow to strike him.

David sat in silence for several minutes, staring hard at the head rest in front of him. He bit his lip as he turned over the driver's words in his mind. But it didn't matter; he'd made up his mind as soon as he read that article. "Very well."

"On to Natalie's house, sir?" The driver asked, turning the key to start the engine.

"No, turn round."

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