𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗸𝗶 𝗦𝗶𝘅𝘅 ~ 𝗢𝗻𝗲-𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 🤍

~ 𝗙𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗙𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 (𝗣𝘁.𝟮) 🩵

This was a part 2 request from MionSnojkorn, I know it was like forever ago but I'm finally getting around to writing all my part 2 requests! So, enjoy! ❤️

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Y/N's POV, 2005

It was my date with Nikki today, and I was bricking it because he was Nikki fucking Sixx. So many women wanted to be in my position and here I was, going on a date with him, tonight. So far, today has felt like the longest day of my life. Every minute seemed to stretch into hours. I was filled with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.

We'd arrived in a new city this morning, and after soundcheck, which flew by and involved a lot of flirting from Nikki and teasing from the other guys, I hurried back to my hotel room to start preparing. I definitely was overthinking it, and I knew it but this was important to me. I felt pathetic in a way because no other man had me acting like this except for Nikki, but he was always special, always.

Nikki had given me a vague address before I left the arena, saying he'd scouted out a 'cool spot' quite near the venue, and to meet him there after the show concluded at ten thirty. He'd insisted on getting a car for me, to pick me up from the hotel and take me to the venue, save me paying for a taxi, which was very sweet of him because a tax wouldn't even cost me five dollars.

Right now, I was in my hotel room, spending an embarrassing amount of time picking out an outfit. It wasn't a formal date, but it wasn't casual either and I was at a loss at what to actually wear.

"Oh, come on." I muttered to myself as I walked from the mirror, back to my suitcase after trying my thirteenth outfit combination against myself and I didn't have that many choices left. I got to my suitcase, and dropped the outfit choice back inside the case and then sighed, leaning onto the case "It's just Nikki." I tell myself "He likes you for you. He won't care what you wear... stop psyching yourself out. God, this is so pathetic! Damn you, Nikki Sixx." I whispered, huffing with more irritation now, then stood up straight and nodded "Fuck it." I say before grabbing my favourite outfit combination I'd tried against myself in the mirror and changed into it.

What I settled on was a black blouse, high-waisted dark blue jeans, and some brown ankle boots.

With my outfit finally sorted, my next challenge was my make up. I wasn't really much for make up but wanted to make the effort, feeling like I almost had too. Again, it was irrational and pathetic but... I wanted to impress him. When I chose what to do, I did it carefully, opting for a smokey eye and a nude lip, not wanting to go too over the top because I didn't want to make it look like I was trying too hard.

Once I was satisfied it was a waiting game until the car arrived which was still an hour away, so I just sat watching TV trying to calm my nerves but it did very little to achieve that. I was hardly able to focus, but had little choice other than to get lost in my own overthinking.

At quarter to eight, I was downstairs and the car Nikki had arranged was waiting for me, so I paused in the doorway out to the street and took a breath then made my way to the car. The driver knew who I was so let me in immediately without need for identification. The driver was a quiet, older man who was used to running rockstar errands. The place wasn't far from the hotel, so only drove me a few blocks down to a dimly lit, slightly gritty place that seemed to be a mix of a bar and a restaurant, not glamorous but I didn't want it to be, I wasn't all about that fancy shit anyway, couldn't give less of a shit about it if I tried.