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•𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗠𝗲𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂•

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Nikki's POV, September 26th 1988

Waking up sucks, I've always hated it, always... mainly because it has to remind me of my miserable existence, luckily though waking up has got slightly more pleasant for me, it started when Vince and I first started seeing one another but then got even more tolerable since getting clean.

The first night out of rehab was both exciting and terrifying and waking up the next morning without having the need to go into the closet and shoot up felt fucking great, with Vince laying next to me to it was probably the best waking up experience of my life.

When I woke up this morning however, Vince was still asleep and me being me, I couldn't have that. I wasn't going to be mean about it though, the blonde is actually a pretty light sleeper which is something we have in common, I found it infuriating though last year when I was at the worst my point in my addiction as whenever I needed to shoot up I'd end out waking Vince up, he knew what I was going to do which lead me to feel guilty, a feeling I hated- that just made me shoot up more.

I hated to admit the damage my addiction was doing, not just to me but to my relationship with Vince both personally and professionally.

That's in the past though, I'm not that person anymore, I owe Vince a lot... more than I could ever repay because he stuck with me, he still loved me when I was nothing but a dick to him.

Being clean let me focus back on my feelings for the blonde, the drugs had numbed my feelings and numbed just how much Vince meant to me, being in control of myself again and in control of my mind reminded me how hopelessly in love with this man I am but I still don't feel like I deserve him. I'm selfish and I keep him but that doesn't change the fact that I don't believe I deserve him.

My hand reaches over towards Vin and I brush some of the hair which had fallen into his face behind his ear- he truly was beautiful, he always goes on at me for saying that cause it 'makes him sound like a girl' but he is, I can't help but tell him the truth.

Almost the second my fingers brushed over his skin the mans face scrunched up for a second in confusion and one of his eyes opened, meeting mine- I smiled to him "Hey"

Vince smiled back and sighed "Hey... what time is it?"

"Don't know, don't care" I answered which wasn't much help to the singer who just gave me a look at my unhelpful reply.

"Wow, so informative" He grumbles while sitting up and checking the time himself using the clock on my bedside table "10:33, damn- quite late actually... we better get up"

"Ugh, why? We don't have to go anywhere, I should have just left you asleep, can't we just have like 5 minutes of cuddle time before hand"

"No" Vin said shortly.

"Why?" I pouted trying to win him over knowing it wasn't going to work.

"I'm hungry, and your five minutes always turns into five hours, that's why" The frontman informed while sliding out of the bed sheets standing at his bedside table and taking a drink of water.

I rolled my eyes "Vvvviinnncceeee" I whined childishly just wanting five minutes of cuddles... just five.

"No, I'm fucking leaving quick before you can hold me hostage" he commented while walking swiftly towards the bedroom door, not forgetting to swipe up his hairbrush before he moved.