heaven ☆ mick mars

4.

the moment we walked through the door of the strip club i knew i'd made one of the biggest mistakes in the history of my mistakes. and nikki's.

i could already here men cheering, the air was warm and music blasted from speakers.

vince walked in first, practically skipping with excitement making me roll my eyes. then followed tommy, who drummed his sticks on the door frame, then nikki who chucked his cigarette behind him on the floor. i stopped in the doorway, hesitant to walk in. maybe this is wrong, i thought to myself. maybe i should go home. i can't just parade around with mötley crüe for the rest of my life, they're crazy.

i'm pulled away from my thoughts by a low voice close to my ear.

"you're safe. if at any point you wanna leave, we'll get the hell out of here. you're not alone." i smiled to myself at mick's reassuring voice, turning and nodding at him, blushing at how close he was.

i took a deep breath before walking in, trying to catch up with my brother and his companions.

instantly i felt eyes on all of us, along with gasps and several people shouting, "mötley crüe!", and then other people too absorbed by strippers and dancers.

i felt so...out of place. this wasn't my scene. at all.

vince took a seat in front of a...paddling pool looking thing, in which two girls in underwear were fighting. vince instantly started cheering them on.

tommy stood next to a topless girl, nikki smoked...i don't even know what. mick sat there drinking, and i wanted to disappear.

"you alright?" nikki shouted above the noise, i nodded and smiled as best i could. i watched as my brother smiled back, seeming happy that i was. if only he knew.

couldn't get it past mick though. i looked over to see him looking at me. "what?" i asked. he shook his head and faced forwards again.

he must've sensed it, because almost straight after, i began struggling to breathe. the lights became too intense, the music became too loud, and i found myself feeling faint. that's when i knew, i needed to get the fuck outta there.

i turned to mick, "i'm just running to the bathroom." i said quickly. he looked as if he was going to say something, but i didn't give him a chance to as i attempted to to get out as quickly as possible. i say attempted before i felt his hand grab my wrist, sparks rushing through my body at his touch.

"lillian-" i cut him off, my eyes beginning to well up, yanking my arm away. i didn't mean to aggressively, but i couldn't breathe.

i didn't have a clue which way to go, so i headed towards a sign which i was hoping would direct me to the toilets.

before i could reach it, i was stopped by someone much taller than me. "wanna dance?" he said, his hand sneaking down my arm. i shook my head and gulped, before feeling an arm around my shoulder. tommy.

"actually dude, she's with me so." i looked up at tommy, smiling with a look of gratefulness. how many times do they have to save me?! however, things took a turn when vince shouted for tommy.

"TOMMY THERE'S A CHICK OVER HERE WHO WANTS TO GET IN YOUR PANTS!" and almost instantly the drummer ran away, leaving me shocked and frowning, angry at his sudden abandonment of my situation.

i turned back to the asshole who was now even closer than he was before. i stared up at him, fear in my eyes.

maybe if i just...do what he wants...or maybe nikki will intervene.

but it didn't feel like he would.

so, i closed my eyes and imagined. i tried to imagine something comforting, someone who i wanted this to be.

suddenly, an image of mick came into my mind as i gasped, my eyes opening.

"you like that?" the stripper whispered in my ear as he grabbed my ass, i shuddered in disgust and desperately prayed for the situation to be over. it was. much faster than i thought, as i saw someone tap on his shoulder. he turned before grabbing his crotch and screaming as mick kicked him in the balls, a look of pure anger on his face.

i stood, shocked. one of the strippers friends looked at me and mick, looking ready to kick the shit out of both of us. he swung for mick's face and punched him in the lip as i shouted his name.

mick stumbled backwards, his hand covering his lip.

i sub consciously grabbed mick's hand and we both quickly walked away as head lead me out of the club.

as we reached outside i faced him. "oh my god mick are you okay?" i asked him desperately, my body filled with concern. blood covered the corner of his lip.

he laughed a little, seemingly out of breath. "yeah, you gotta stop being the damsel in distress lill."

i smiled. he was okay. "yeah well you gotta stop being the hero!" i suddenly stopped and thought about the whole situation. he saved me. he really saved me, again.

as we both caught our breaths, he noticed me looking into his eyes, tears now falling from mine.

"hey, hey it's okay." he said soothingly as he pulled me into his arms, rubbing my back gently. i sobbed quietly into his chest as shock took over my body.

after a few moments of comfort, i pulled away from his chest, his hands on my arms.

"should we sit on the bus?" he asked. i nodded, sniffing.

i sat on one of the seats with a table, rest my chin in my hand. he sat opposite, sitting down slowly.

"mick?"

"lill?"

"why do you keep...why do you...why do you care about me?" i asked slowly.

"well...do i not seem like a caring person?"

"in all honesty, nope!" i said and he chuckled. i loved his laugh... "i mean, your reputation of not really talking to girls seems false, since you've heroically saved me twice in the last like, 4 hours."

he smiled. "true. it's not that i don't like talking to girls, it's just...most that do only want to sleep with me, and only because i'm in a band."

i nodded. "you're not like the others then?"

"hellll no. i just warn them. they ignore me. i watch everything go to shit."

"sounds lonely." i said.

"it was."

"was?"

he didn't respond after that, just smiled at me.

i felt my cheeks flushing.

"you know you're shaking like a leaf, right?" he said after seconds of silence.

no, mick. i didn't notice. i'm too busy trying to reduce the redness in my face because you're intriguingly attractive and loving.

but it's true. one of the main symptoms of my anxiety. and i was surprisingly cold.

he grabbed his leather jacket from next to him and stood up, taking a few steps towards me, every inch closer made my heart rate increase. i sat up as he placed the jacket round my shoulders, pausing as he looked into my eyes. i shyly looked up at him, my hair partially hiding my face. that was, until he lifted his hand up and tucked the strand of hair behind my ear.

butterflies, no, fucking screwdrivers went beserk in my stomach.

then, classically, the bus door swung open, the laughter of the band suddenly filling the vehicle. mick quickly moved away and sat back down.

nikki strolled in with a girl round his shoulder. it's always nikki interrupting...

thank you for 100 reads!

also i apologise, i know the story is moving quite fast, it's just how i prefer to write!!

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