Aphrodite (Nikki Sixx x Reader)

Chapter 2

Warnings: Language, drinking, a bit of cocaine, fighting, Doc being a dick, anxiety/panic attacks

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It was the final show of the tour. New York City. A long way from home but you loved every second of the crazy tour you'd been dragged into. Almost three months and you felt like family.

Nikki was your best fucking friend. You did absolutely everything together. Tommy and Vince not far behind. The three of them causing absolute anarchy while you just laughed at their antics.

Mick liked you more than his band mates. As young and reckless as you were, you had a conscious and always made sure he was comfortable and okay. You also indulged in deep talks with him about the secrets of the universe while the other three turned the hotels upside down. Tommy and Vince were like your brothers, Mick was like the father you never had. Nikki...well you were pining over Nikki Sixx since day one. You cherished your friendship with him but you wanted more. You and Nikki flirted for sure, but neither of you wanted to mess up the connection you had.

You stood backstage as the boys got ready. Five minutes til show time.

"How do I look?" Nikki asked you. You bit your lip as you took in his tight leather pants, ripped shirt, and messy black hair.

"Like a rock star!" You praised, as you ran your fingers through his teased hair, making sure it was messy enough. "Final show, Sixx. Don't fuck up!" You joked.

"What about a kiss for good luck?" He asked you.

You were taken aback for a moment. Was he serious?

"Wh-what?" You stuttered, furrowing your brows at his question, smile hinting on your red-stained lips.

Nikki smiled at you and moved closer. Before you could question yourself anymore, you placed your hands over either side of his jaw line and pulled his lips to yours. You felt the electricity course through your body at the connection.

"Sixx! You're on!" Doc's voice broke through the air and ruined the moment you'd waited so long for.

You pulled away from the kiss, no more than a half inch as you met his hooded gaze. "Shit..." He whispered with a smile.

"Knock 'em dead." You smiled at him before pushing him towards the stage.

You smiled as you watched Nikki play his heart out for the final show. Dancing and smiling for the whole set as you graciously accepted drinks from the servers.

"Last gig, kid," Doc said from beside you. Your smile fell. "What's the plan?"

That was not something you thought about. You'd been having so much fun on tour that you hadn't realized it would end and you'd have nowhere to go.

You had no words. No plan. Fuck. You walked away and found secluded corner to tuck into and cry. How stupid were you for forgetting that real life exists. That life isn't always touring and parties and having fun. You'd need to get a job again and probably beg on the streets for a place to stay. Would they leave you here in New York? Would they at least fly you back to LA? Panic was taking over your body and you were shaking.

"Y/n!" You heard a familiar voice say. "Y/n, are you okay?" It was Tommy. You couldn't bring yourself to answer. "Y/n! I'm gonna get Nikki okay, just hold on!" He said as he noticed your panicked state.

You hadn't had a panic attack in months and now you were paralyzed, unable to speak.

Suddenly, Nikki was in front of you, grabbing your hands and begging you to tell him what happened. Tommy and Vince behind him while Mick sat next to you and pulled you close.