She Way Out // M.H. //

// 64 //

Nick POV

There wasn't a thing more in the world that i wanted to do than check on the venue. And i hope you could sense my sarcasam. I pushed my glasses onto my face as i stepped out of the car, reaching for my black purse. Today was one of those days where i would purposely sing the lyrics from Chocolate. Accidently of course i just decided to wear black from head to toe, but when your boyfriend writes a song about wearing black from head to toe, you kinda just have to sing about it. I smirked at my feet as i thought about Ross rolling his eyes at me this mornng. As i hurried into the venue i was greeted by a very friendly security guard,

"You uh with The 1975?" He asked looking down at his clipboard. I smiled nodding my head,

"Yes i am, Nickie Taylor." I said stating my full name, i hated it. But it was only for a moment,

"Yep you're on the list, go right on in." The man said making a little room for me. I smiled at him sweetly as I walked in, the whole place smelled like cigarette smoke but I was already used to that smell.

"Ah Nickie! You made it." A very booming voice called to me, I turned around feeling slightly annoyed,

"I did, and you can call me Nick." I said extending my hand for him to shake. The man pulled out his overly large hand from his pea coat shaking my hand in his.

"So I hear you're just doing the routine check up?" The man calls as he leads me away from the entrance. I follow quickly behind him,

"Yes just checking if you guys haven't thrown us off the set list. The regular." I said nonchalantly, the man smiled in front of me,

"They should send you more often Ross and Adam are far too serious." the man said leading me in front of the stage. The venue was beautiful, a large chandelier hung from the ceiling, the dark wood contrasting beautifully with the white walls. The balcony looked so elegant, our view would be beautiful.

"They are very serious at the wrong times." I commented giggling softly,

"Well I guess I can understand. So here is the set list and all the information you need. I'll give you a moment to look over it." the man said with a smile, "And if you need me I'm Daniel." he said with a smile. I nodded my head as he attended whatever other business he was needed in. I skimmed over the first few files, the line up was correct, the appropriate times. Our set list was correct, I knew Matty would find a way to Fuc.k it up somehow though. My fingers brimmed over the page of security but I heard a faint laugh. I turned my head to the sound, it was seemingly quiet before that sound, but something about that sound it was familiar. I knew that sound from somewhere, I craned my neck from where the sound was. But yet there was no one, that was weird. I turned my attention back to the boring papers as I finally came to the last one, merch. I looked down at all the items they would be selling knowing each one by heart since I picked them out.

"Nickie." the little voice called, I turned quickly no one calls me by that name. Except for Ross,

"What the fu.ck." I muttered, the voice was coming from the same place. I put the papers down bringing myself across the ballroom to the darkened hallway where the voice was coming from. Whoever it was knew me, and they should've known no one calls me Nickie. "Who's there?" I called out as i began walking through the hallway. This was getting stupid, and i was feeling pretty stupid walking around in a dark hallway. 

"Hello love." the voice called from behind. I stoped in my tracks, my hand pulling off my glasses, 

"You have to be shit.ting me." i groaned, placing the glasses in my bag. This was a fu.cking joke, but then again so was she.