𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 Imagines 🧸

music for a sushi restaurant

meaning: how artists/celebrity figures are used and abused in the industry

Reader pov

"I'm gonna head out," I said to my coworker, taking off my name tag. I reeked of stale popcorn and sweat.
Sometimes I hated working at the cinema. Especially when it was eleven o'clock on a Tuesday night and my college class got moved to eight am.
After clocking out I find my way to my green Subaru, exhaling as I finally got to sit after seven hours. I checked my phone for the first time that day, reading a few notifications. But a more recent one caught my eye.

Nick S
Hey are you busy?

I haven't talked to Nick in a month or two really. We'd had a fling this past summer but it was just that. He gained popularity really quickly in the months of April and May with his brothers online. It was admirable but bittersweet.
I responded with saying I was available and was surprised to be met with an address. When I clicked on it I quickly realized it was his house in Somerville. Like I didn't know where they lived.
Without a thought I took the right turn towards our hometown, feeling a flutter in my stomach. But I also was anxious to know what this sudden reaching out meant.

Nick's pov

Chris and Matt weren't home. They'd drove to pickup Nate and I'd opted to stay home saying I wasn't feeling well. I felt fine.
My supporters are the best, our fan base is truly like none other. But sometimes I got overwhelmed and sometimes I just didn't feel normal anymore. We still had our friends from high school but I guess it just didn't feel the same.
I missed y/n. I missed his touch, his laugh, our stupid conversations we'd have at two in the morning during last summer. Our sleepovers were the best. And nobody knew I felt this way. This burnt out, this abnormal.
I texted him. We're home for a few weeks and he was the first person I wanted to see. I'd been thinking about it the whole plane ride. I honestly just needed to see his face.

No pov

Y/n got to the Sturniolo's at about eleven-fifteen, seeing there was no car in the driveway. He made his way to the door and knocked, waiting.
Nick opened the door, his breath catching in his throat when he saw him. He invited him over, why was he so surprised?
The feeling was mutual. The two boys stared at each other, taking the other in. The person they'd once told everything to, fell asleep next to, kissed on the beach and so on and so forth. Were they anything deathly serious? Not necessarily, but seeing him again made Nick want to throw his arms around him.
"Y/n," Nick grinned instead. "Long time no see," he joked.
Y/n let out a laugh but it did kind of hurt him how long it took for Nick to reach out. But he did, and that gave him hope.
Nick let him in and they sat at the kitchen island. He offered a Pepsi which Y/n politely took.
"So how's being famous?" Y/n teased, sipping his can of Pepsi with a smile.
"Honestly, it's kinda shit," Nick said, surprising the both of them. "Don't get me wrong, I love making content with my brothers and I love our fans it's just.." he sighed.
"Abnormal?" Y/n guessed, tilting his head to the side as though trying to understand. He most definitely wasn't famous but he'd do anything to try and understand his friend.
"I guess so," Nick nodded. "I mean one minute it was a dream and then it was reality," he explained, referring to his growth online. "And it was so quick. I'm so sorry I haven't been keeping up, trust me you're not the only one either," he admitted, hinting that he had some other people he wanted to apologize to for his absence.
"I get it," Y/n nodded reassuringly, and he was trying.
Nick grinned. "Do you really?"
"Maybe not fully, but I'll try for you," Y/n replied with a friendly smile back.
         For you. That made Nick's face flush. He cleared his throat and looked down, hoping his hair somewhat hid his face.
"How's college?" Nick asked, looking at his pajama pants in hope his face and heart would calm down.
"Oh it's shit." Y/n replied, kiddingly quoting Nick from earlier, making both boys laugh.
"I could've guessed that," Nick teased back, enjoying the familiar banter.
After about thirty minutes of the two catching up, Matt, Chris and Nate came bellowing in with Taco Bell in hands.
"Y/n!" Matt grinned, pleasantly surprised. "What are you doing here, it's like midnight," he chuckled, knowing he was in college.
"Yeah I should get going, it's nice to see you," He smiled to Matt, Chris and Nate.
"You too!" Chris replied, placing the bags of food the table.
"I'll walk you," Nick offered and the two boys headed over. "Are you sure you can't stay? Maybe have a sleepover like old times?" He smiled hopefully.
Y/n chuckled at the memories. "I wish. I have class at eight am." He frowned.
        "Oh, that's okay," Nick smiled, but his voice was sad. He didn't want this night to end especially so abruptly.
        "We'll talk," Y/n tried, seeing his sad expression. "You have to promise me that," he held up a finger.
        "I do, I promise," Nick quickly nodded. The conversation they had just felt refreshing. And he didn't know if he was having a panic attack or what, but Y/n had calmed him down and made him feel sane again. He missed that feeling.
          Y/n and Nick stayed looking at each other for a while. Neither of them knew how long it had been and neither of them cared. Y/n always thought Nick's eyes were stunning but they told stories when he was sad, he noticed.
           Without another thought Y/n kissed Nick on the cheek and left him on his doorstep, going back to his car.
         And Nick stood in the dim porch light, his face pulsing from the heat that one person made him feel.

I really like this theme so far and this turned out cute :) I know this song can be interpreted in different ways but the stories I write will be based off of how I understand the songs. Next imagine will be Late Night Talking ;)