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Sadie's P.O.V
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The only way I'm going to make it through tonight is by getting black out. I'm not being dramatic but I don't even remember the last time I had a night out.
The bars beautiful and dimly lit, but it's crowded and I'm already feeling done with the day. Aria, Delilah and Cassidy are already pretty tipsy. Margo's completely sober and no matter how many drinks I throw back burning my throat with whiskey I'm closer to where Margo is than the others.
"Jesus, she's been gone for fucking ages I better go check where she is." Cassidy declares as she stands, stumbling as she heads off to search for Margo.
"Hey, are you really okay?" Aria asks me gently.
"Yeah. Fine. Let's just have fun okay? I'm desperate for a good night out." I tell Aria who looks slightly concerned but doesn't press any further.
"Oh my god. Oh my fucking fuck. Guys! Margo's talking to fucking Noah Sebastian." Cassidy whisper shouts as she arrives back at our table and begins to pull chairs over.
"Who is that?" Delilah asks to which Cassidy shoos her question away with her hand.
"Help me move those chairs." Cassidy replies not giving us any more information.
"Who's Noah Sebastian?" Delilah asks again to Aria and myself this time.
"Girl I don't fucking know." Aria laughs taking a seat at the table again. "I do know I need another drink."
"Me fucking too." I reply beginning to stand.
"Okay, you stay here I'll go grab us another." Aria says and shoots off to the bar returning less than five minutes later with a tray of drinks and shots.
"Cheers." I say to Aria and Delilah as we clink our glasses together and we all take a sip just as four guys make their way over to our table.
One of them makes it obvious that he's here for Margo not paying any interest in anyone else, and to be honest I don't blame him. She's fucking stunning but has absolutely no idea how stunning she is. Long glossy black hair, dark green eyes, 5'6 and curvy with a tiny waist. She's literally every guys dream.
I grab one of the shots and throw it down my throat.
"Woah... you good?" One of the guys asks me.
"Mhmm... you?" I automatically reply without even looking up at him, swirling what drink I have left around the glass.
"Yeah, I'm good. What you drinking?" He asks. I like his voice. It's smooth like butter and magnetic, like every word has purpose. It's also not Scottish or English which instantly makes me want him to continue talking.
"Jack and coke. I like your voice. It's like butter. Do you live here?" I fire words at him, maybe I am drunk?
"Good choice, no I don't live here. I live in L.A. Do you live here?" I finally look up at him. His voice doesn't match the person sitting next to me.
Long dark hair, a gentle smile, light eyes. I can see tattoos peaking out from the top of his tee shirt. I look down at his glass and notice his hands and arms are tattooed too.
"London." I bluntly reply looking over to everyone else. They're all engaged in their own conversations. I'm sure no one would care if I sneak off back to the hotel early.
"What's your name?" He asks me.
"Me?" I hear myself reply. He's obviously speaking to me he hasn't spoken to anyone else here, I'm just surprised that he would pay any interest in me.
"Yeah, you." He shyly smiles at me and I feel slightly bad for thinking about going back to the hotel.
"Sadie, what's your name?" I want him to smile for me again.
"Nick. It's nice to meet you." He smiles again and I feel a warmth in my stomach.
"I-"
"NO FUNNY BUSINESS!" One of the boys shouts over to Margo and the guy she was talking to as they make their leave. I almost forgot they were there.
"Do you smoke?" I ask Nick who shrugs making me laugh. "Me too, wanna come?" I wanna get away from this loud as fuck table and if fucking up my lungs for five minutes is the way to do it so be it. I stand and hold out my hand for him to take. "Are you coming?" I ask and he finally takes my hand. I swipe my hand bag and we make our way to the smoking area on the top of the bar.
"Do you smoke?" Nick asks cautiously and I shrug at him.
"If I feel the need to yeah. Ususally no." I explain as I light my cigarette, holding out the packet for him to take one.
"I get that." He tells me as he pulls one out the packet and lights it.
I inhale and sigh, tilting my head up to the sky.
"Do you like your friends?" I ask aloud, I hear Nick chuckle.
"Ofcourse, that's why they're my friends. Do you not like your friends?" He asks me and I inhale my cigarette again.
"I like some of my friends. Not all." I know I sound like a bitch but I don't really care. I don't expect to see Nick again and this man with voice like butter can hear every secret I have stuffed inside me if it means that he continues to look at me the way he is right now.
"These friends?" He asks and I shake my head.
"No I love these friends, they're my real friends. My friend's back home in London, well not everyone's a friend, some people use others as a stepping stone." I explain and he slowly nods. "Thats what happens when you work in PR. You never know who your friends are."
"So people use you as a stepping stone?" He quizzes as I take another draw from my cigarette.
"Sometimes." I sigh as I stub out my cigarette. There's a chill in the air that I didn't notice before, I wrap my arms around myself running my hands up and down my arms to heat myself up.
"Do you want to go back inside?" Nick asks as he finishes his cigarette.
"Not really." I honestly reply leaning against the wall of the smoking area.
"Me either." He replies as he takes off his shirt jacket handing it to me. "Here take this. Please."
"Oh no it's okay, we can go back inside." I tell him and he smirks.
Fuck.
That smirk could be dangerous.
"I don't want to." He replies a glint in his eye.
"You wanna stay up here in a gross smoke shelter?" I tease earning a chuckle from Nick.
"If you're staying up here."
"I was gonna suggest -"
"Ay, Nick we're going to another bar you coming?" One of Nicks friends shouts as he bursts through the door to the smoking area. His friend looks to me then to Nick a wide smile spreads across his face. "Your friend can come too Ofcourse."
"Sadie, this is Folio. Folio, Sadie." Nick introduces us I smile politely at him. "Do you wanna come?" Nick asks shyly.
"It's okay, I should get back to my friends." I hand his shirt jacket back to him, I hadn't even gotten the chance to put it on. "It was nice meeting you Nick." I smile and I mean it. He seems like one of the good ones. I squeeze past Folio to go down the stairs and get back to the table but I notice it's empty when I get there.
Fucking nice one guys.
"Ay, Sade, your friends are going to another bar with my friends. Are you sure you don't wanna come?" I hear Nick say behind me.
I don't want to go to another bar but I want to spend more time with Nick. It makes me forget how shit everything is. Even if it's just for a night.
"Are you going?" I ask him quietly.
"Yeah, if you are."
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The Grey
FanfictionSadie King is so determined that she's burnt herself out. Everything in her world just seems grey. Working full time in London, but desperate to keep up with appearances she finds herself on a night out with her friends in Glasgow. Meeting Nick was...
