~Nicki's POV~
I'm doing a CD signing today, I have to be at HMV in exactly 1 hour, 37 minutes. I love being in the UK, the British barbz and kens are mad cute, like all of them. I'm so excited to see some of my babies today!
I'm wearing an animal print short tight latex dress, with black strappy louboutins, long straight black weave, usual kind of make up, and red lipstick to surprise them, they know I always wear pink lipstick and stuff, I hope they like it, I'm kinda nervous about wearing it in case it looks funny or something, I don't know.
"Nic it's time to go!" I hear someone say from outside my hotel suite, banging on the door.
"Safaree is that you?" I ask.
"Of course it's me how could you not know?!" he says, continuing to bang on the door.
"If you don't stop banging the door imma seriously slap the shit outta you" I say, touching up the powder on my face.
"Open the door then!" he says.
"Fine" I say, walking over and opening it, not even greeting him, I just return to the mirror and inspect myself, to make sure everything looks okay. "I don't know if I li-" I start.
"Nika you look like a fuckin goddess today, they're gonna go crazy over your outfit today" he pipes up.
"You like it? What about the lipstick?" I ask.
"Yeah, it looks good!" he says.
"Because I was just gonna say i'm not sure if I like this outfit and stuff, it's very, revealing, tight and short.. And low cut.. sleeveless.. I feel kinda naked" I say. "And a little insecure" I add quietly.
"Most things you wear are all those things, don't feel insecure, you look great like always, now let's go yeah?" he says, not really taking how I feel seriously.
"Right, okay" I say, forcing a smile. "Let's go" I say, he holds the door open for me and playfully slaps my ass as I walk past.
"Safaree you better fuckin apologize" I say, not looking back, continuing to walk towards the elevator.
"Hmm.. Sorry" he says, pushing me into the elevator, following me inside.
"Gosh! Ow, why are you acting so weird today?!" I ask, pressing the ground floor button as the elevator doors close.
"I don't know, I don't think i'm even acting weird" he says.
Then we get that thing when you're in an elevator and you get that feeling in your stomach as it drops.
"Ugh" I say, putting my hands over my stomach. "I hate that, I'm already anxious and already feel nauseous and that just makes it worse" I complain.
"Hmm" he says, his eyes look around the elevator, he's just thinking about what to do or say to try to make me feel better. He knows I get very anxious about most things I have to do. "Come here" he says, grabbing my arms and pulling me towards him, he wraps his arms around me, hugging me, which is what he always ends up doing.
I don't know what I'd do with out him, he's one of my best friends.
"Thank you" I say.
"What for?" he asks.
"Everything, I don't know, you're always there for me" I say, still in his embrace.
"Well what are friends for?!" he says, smiling at me as I pull away.
"Right" I say as the elevator doors open and we step out.
"Your driver is waiting for us outside" he says.
