| NIC-FICS (The strange and warped world of Nicki fanfiction!) And now part 4.... |
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| Nicki glanced down at the article he'd turned to and immediately felt her legs go weak, although it was the pictures that accompanied the story that had such the effect, not the words it contained. Simon; By a swimming pool; All over one blonde; And then another; Her stomach lurched involuntarily as several litres of alcohol threatened to make a reappearance all over the restaurant floor. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked round to see Will staring at her, "Nicki, are you ok?" He asked, ever the gentleman, "You've gone pale." Aware of the need to keep up appearances she nodded as convincingly as she could, "Yup." She joked weakly; "I just find the idea of anyone wanting to sleep with Simon quite nauseating." Her comment prompted laughter from the group, and as several people made to snatch the newspaper from her so they could see for themselves she was relieved to feel the focus of everyone's attention move away from her. "Pete." She whispered to Pete Waterman, who was seated at the table, "I'm going to get some paracetemol from the hotel shop. Back in a minute." She was gone before he could reply. 10 minutes later, having purchased a copy of the offending newspaper from the shop, Nicki sat in a deserted hotel lounge with it on her lap, reading the story, rereading it and then reading it again at third time just to torture herself slightly more. Even as she did she could feel herself shaking, and with mounting dread she realised the shaking along with the intense feelings of nausea she was experiencing were being caused by something more than just her hangover. "This can't be happening." She said out loud to the empty room, "I can't be feeling this way." She glared at the newspaper angrily, furious at it for making her feel like she did. Deep down though she knew it wasn't the fault of the newspaper. At the end of the day, it was only paper and print, and paper and print couldn't cause the pain and anguish she was feeling at that precise moment. Only her heart could do that. "No!" She threw it across the room, horrified by the crashing realisation that she was thinking about her heart and Simon in one context. "No." She repeated, again out loud, treating the empty room to more heartfelt drama than found in an episode of Eastenders. "No hearts. No flowers. Just bloody fantastic sex. Nothing else at all." She was almost pleading with herself, but she knew deep down that it was no good. For better or worse she was falling in love with her 'one night stand' and there was nothing she could do about it. |
| More to come!!!! |
| Disclaimer (repeated - to make sure you know I really really mean it) - This is entirely a work of fiction. I am not implying that any of the characters herein behave, or have behaved in the manner implied. Should any party included take issue with their own inclusion then please let me know and I will remedy the situation!!! |
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