Concert Vibes || Natewantstobattle / Nathan Sharp

Chapter 2

TRIGGER WARNING! READ WITH CAUTION!

You felt like you stared at the man for an uncomfortable amount of time before you said much of anything. When you did, though, you turned back to your regular, charismatic self. Why did you feel your heart speed up? It was so odd. You gave him an endearing smile, waving to him.

"My name is (Y/N), but it seems you've already figured that out," you say to him. He gives you a grin back. He was about to speak until a voice interrupted him.

"Alright, drinks anyone?" you heard Arin say. You instantly looked at him then smiled. You didn't want to get hammered, but you definitely wanted to have a least one beer and enjoy it.

Nate already had a beer, and matt was drinking diet coke, but the rest of you grabbed a beer. Except Ross, of course also drinking diet coke. You sipped at your beer and then glanced over at Mark, who began asking you how your affairs were at home.

"Is the job is treating you well?" he asks hopefully. From your complaints, he knew what the answer was going to be, but you humored him anyway with an answer.

"As well as a job can treat me. People at grocery stores are insanely rude!" you say with a defeated tone to your voice. Mark laughed gently and then spoke again.

"I can only imagine. I still think you should start a channel on YouTube. It could be fun for you, and your art is amazing. Not to mention that voice of yours," he says. You roll your eyes at this and shake your head. "I'm serious! You'd get popular easily, especially with all of us," he said motioning to the rest of your friends. You shrugged, not too fond of the whole idea.

"I suppose, I just don't think I'm that talented. Not to mention, I don't exactly have the time for it," you say. Mark looked to you rather defeated.

"Don't sell yourself short! You're nothing short of talented! Save your voice tonight, okay?" he asks. What an odd request. Why did he want you to save your voice?

"Hard promise, Mark, you know this is my favourite band," you say in a giggly way towards him. Mark stands up and stretches.

"I know it is. I'm going to find the rest of our friends, I think they went into the crowd already," Mark says, waving to you and walking into the crowd. As you watch him walk away, you suddenly hear Nate's voice. You think it's just in your head when he suddenly taps you on the shoulder. His dark brown eyes meet yours and you smile.

"This is your favourite band, I've heard," he said to you. You turned to him with a sheepish smile on your face.

"Of course! (F/B/N) is a very amazing band, detailed guitar riffs and solos? They're so incredibly artistic." You say. Nate gives a laugh at your sudden enthusiasm about this band.

"Very true. I knew you would be fantastic the minute Mark told me about you," he said, almost thinking aloud. You gave him a questioning look, as if to ask him to spill about what he was talking about in the first place.

"Mark told you about me...?" you turned to look in the direction where Mark walked off. You and Nate were completely alone. Well, as alone as you can get at a concert. You looked around a bit more when you hear Nate let out a soft chuckle. When you turn your head back to him, you saw his cheeks and ears turn pink. What an odd reaction.

"He did. He talked you up a lot. He told me he was very excited for me to meet you. He told me a lot about how you love to sing and dance." He said. You snorted, laughing a bit at what Nate had just told you. Dancing? Singing? What in the word did this boy think you were doing? You blushed furiously at this statement, mostly out of embarrassment, though.

"I can't believe him. I like to do all that, yeah, but I wouldn't say I'm good at it by any stretch of the imagination. He's trying to get me to start a YouTube channel for it too," you say, feeling defeated once more. Nate kept his smile going towards you. He took another sip of his beer, and you did as well. There was a brief moment of awkward silence. Nate turned to you, and he was about to say something, but the crowd roaring wildly cut him off. You quickly stood on your tiptoes and looked. The opening band was starting up. Nate looked at you for a moment and then looked at the stage

"Want to go up? I'll help you get to the front, pipsqueak," Nate said jokingly to you. You stopped dead in your tracks and looked at him. Your eyes widened at his statement and you laughed at him.

"Pipsqueak? I am no pipsqueak!" you say triumphantly, crossing your arms. He laughs at you, and sizes you up. Once he realizes that you are, in fact, a short woman, he tussles your ponytail. That made you burst into a frenzy of giggles as he did the same.

"You're a total pipsqueak, now let's go! We don't have all day, now," he said, moving towards the crowd excitedly.

You follow closely behind him. Both of you searched wildly for your friends. You assumed all of them would be up front. Sure enough Mark, Danny, and Arin all look to you and Nate coming up and wave to you. They are in the front of the crowd and keeping their eyes on you, hoping that you'll be able to get to them in the group that is this intense crowd. As you pass through the crowd you say excuse me, please, and thank you. You liked to be polite, since you knew how awful it is when someone is an asshole to you while trying to push through. Like you had said before, you were not going to be that asshole. In a swift motion, you feel someone grab your ass. You turn back and it seems like it was just an honest mistake. No biggie, bodies to bodies in the crowd so it happens sometimes. You honestly expected it at a concert like this. That was the crowd that was the way these fans were. You shrugged, and faced around again. You then begin to wade through the crowd just like before.

That's what you thought at least. Until a man, who had to have been in his late Thirties, Burly, Tall, and just plain nasty spun you around and really groped your ass. You instinctively pull away from him, but he grabs you again. This time, he grabs more forcefully. You felt paralyzed; he was way too strong to be overpowered by you. You squirm and struggle but that only seems to please him more. He spins you around and grinds on you, breathing in your ear. Your face fills with disgust. You felt disgusting, embarrassed. Why wasn't anyone helping you? Couldn't they see what this man was doing to you? It was sexual assault! You call out to your friends, but you don't see them. Where are they? Where did Nate go? Did Nate really leave you? He couldn't have, but where was he? You feel like your suffocating as the man rubs against you.

"Get off me!" you screech, trying to fight him off. He instead pulls you closer to him, ignoring your pleas. The music is too loud for people to hear. You began wriggling, trying to get away from him. He was laughing and breathing heavily onto the crook of your neck. You felt your skin crawling in disgust. You closed your eyes trying to push this man away from you. But something odd happened.

You felt his hands let you go. What happened? Did he find some other girl to massage his groin into? You turn to see where the burly man had gone. To your surprise, he didn't go anywhere actually. He went face first into the floor. Nate stood there, between you and the man who was grabbing you. You could see Nate's knuckles were turning a deep red. Had he punched him?

"Keep your hands off of her!" he snarled. The man was suddenly regretting his decision. Even though Nate was rather short compared to this behemoth, he still was able to take him down in a punch. How was he so strong? Maybe that was a question for a different time. Others could hear what was going on and looked at the man, now cowering on the ground. Nate turned to you, a worried expression on his face.

"Are you okay? Do you want to go sit back down near the bar?" He was so worried about how you were. You stood in the crowd, looking around. The feeling of disgust melted away while looking at Nate. You felt protected, secure, and you definitely felt safe. He wanted to make sure you weren't hurt. You gave him a triumphant smile.

"Let's go meet our friends in the front. I want to see this band perform!"