June 11th was supposed to be Nick and Miley’s day. But no, Selena took it away and made it hers. Now, almost two years later, Selena wishes to make amends. Miley and Nick haven’t seen each other since the wedding, and they’re quick to find that their feelings haven’t gone away. What happens when the two are left alone with each other?
A few hours later.
"I love you, babe, call me if you need anything. I’ll be over the fastest I can if anything happens." Demi said while hugging me tightly. "He better hope he doesn’t get anywhere near me, or he better not expect to see another day." Demi’s violent threats were always one of my favorite things about her. She never carried through with them, but she really did mean what she said. She wasn’t going to let anyone hurt someone she truly cared about. Releasing from the hug, she made her way to the front door and blew me a kiss. "Love you, smiley." I gave her a quick smile, and she was gone.
As soon as the door shut, all the happiness Demi had brought me instantly drained. Making my way over to the dining room table, I picked up the note that Nick had left. While the note was short and simple, I read it over at least five times as if I couldn’t fully grasp what was written. But my thought process was interrupted by the large grumbling in my stomach. Looking up at the clock, I realized that it was almost 3 in the afternoon, and I hadn’t had anything to eat all day. I really did not feel like moving, but the grumbling in my stomach was growing louder and I knew that I would regret it if I didn’t get something in my system soon. Walking into the kitchen, I pulled open the fridge and was immediately hit with a blast of rather cool air that sent cold chills down my spine. Surveying the contents of my almost empty fridge, I found a plastic container filled with leftover pizza, and proceeded to pull it out and throw it in the microwave to heat up. I don’t care what anyone says, cold pizza is disgusting. I really don’t understand how anyone could enjoy it.
Waiting for the pizza to finish warming, I started to loose myself in thought. But I was quickly interrupted by the blaring of a song I was not expecting in the slightest. “Standing out in the rain, I need to know if it’s over, ‘cause I will leave you alone. Flooded with all this pain, knowing that I’ll never hold her like I did before the storm” Nick and I’s song. Nick and I’s ringtone. Ringtone.. Ringtone.. It took me a second, but I eventually realized that Nick was calling me. Jumping forward, I rushed to my phone and picked up nearly a second before the call ended. Nervous and panting, I answered “H-Hello?” “Oh, Miles, you picked up. I thought you were going to ignore me.” Nick responded in a shocked tone. I wasn’t completely sure how to respond, realizing exactly what I had just done so all I could manage was a “Oh.” And instantaneously he noticed the change in my tone. “Oh, no, please don’t get short. Miles, we need to talk.” “Nick what’s there to talk about. You made it very clear yesterday, and I’m pretty sure I made myself just as clear.” I spat back sharper than I intended. There was a long pause, along with some muffled movement and what sounded like the close of a car door. “Mi.. I love you so much, it literally hurts. I need you back.” Before I had time to think, words were spilling out of my mouth, “Nick you’re married. To Selena. You married her on OUR day. Our day, Nick. You stopped loving me a long fucking time ago. Don’t pull me back into this.” I could hear his breath catch in his throat, and then him take a deep breath. “Mi, please. Just, can I come over? We can talk.” it was more of a statement, than a question, as it always was. “Nick-” I began to protest, but he refused it “No, I’ll be over in ten minutes. I love you Mi.” and just as quickly as he had finished, he had hung up.
Ten minutes. Ten minutes was all I had to prepare for him to come over. I took a look at myself and realized that I was still wearing the same clothes that I had been wearing yesterday, and I probably looked a mess. But it occurred to me that he hadn’t given me a choice, nor much time to prepare, so I didn’t care. I walked over to my couch and just fell onto it, not caring about how I looked. He knew where I kept my spare key, he’d find his way in if he really wanted too. I let my eyes flutter shut, and before I knew what was really happening, I was awoken to Nick squatting in front of me brushing the hair out of my eyes. “Hey, beautiful.” he whispered, “Tired?” with a smirk growing across his face. My breath got caught in my throat, due to him being so close, and I sat their with a dumbfounded look plastered upon my own. With a lighthearted laugh escaping his lips, he stood up and made his way over to the loveseat, tapping the spot next to him. “Come sit with me” he asked, not as demanding as usual, but the tone still told that there was no disputing.
Being at Miley’s place was one of my favorite things. I hadn’t been here much recently, but before Selena and I got together, Miley and I spent hours upon hours here alone. In all honesty, I was pretty surprised that she had kept the place once Sel and I got married. I would have figured that she would have wanted something that didn’t remind her of us. She was the type of person that when she wanted to forget someone, she got rid of anything that reminded her of them. It never made sense to me, but all in all I was kind of glad that she had kept it. So much of it we had picked out together, it felt more of our place instead of just hers.
I knew I had messed up yesterday, and I needed to get everything figured out. I snuck out of Selena’s overbearing grasp, and made my way to Miley’s. When I got there, no one answered the door, but Miley’s not very good at hiding her keys. She always puts it right underneath the doormat – aka the most obvious spot ever. But it was cute, just like everything about her. I slowly opened the door, only to find an empty and overly quiet house. “Miles?” I whispered out. But there was no response. Walking forward, I noticed a soft breathing coming from the main room. Turning my attention towards the sound, I spotted her, fast asleep upon the couch. I couldn’t help but stop to notice how beautiful she looked when she was asleep. Not to say that she wasn’t beautiful while she was awake, but when her guard was completely down her beauty just flowed from her.
Soon enough, I came back to reality and made my way over to my sleeping beauty. She had hair falling in her face, so I went to move it and once I did her eyes opened slowly. “Hey, beautiful.” I whispered, “Tired?” with a stupid smirk I unsuccessfully tried to hide growing across my face. She seemed to stop breathing for a moment, dazed as to what was going on around her. With a lighthearted laugh escaping my lips, I stood up and made my way over to the loveseat, tapping the spot next to me. “Come sit with me” I asked of her, not really expecting her to dispute. Slowly, she sat up and stumbled over to where I had sat down. She sat at the opposite end, as far away as she could get it seemed, and hugged her knees to her chest. She was definitely coherent now, and from the look on her face, she wasn’t too happy. I couldn’t stand that look on her face, it always drove me insane. I hated for her to be upset, and whenever she was I started to ramble in attempts to fix the problem. “Listen, Mi, I’m so sorry. Everything just came out wrong yesterday. I just.. I wasn’t prepared for any of that to happen. I didn’t intend on kissing you or saying those things, it just sort of happened. And I don’t mean to imply that what I said wasn’t true, because it absolutely was, it just wasn’t what I had planned on.” I managed to get out in about two breaths, quickly continuing after letting some more oxygen fill my lungs. “I’m so in love with you Miley, I don’t even know how to handle myself. You’re the one girl I can’t figure out, and it’s so addicting. You’ve been everything I ever wanted before I even knew I wanted it. And I know I’ve fucked up in so many ways, and I’ve basically ruined any chance I have, but I need you Miley, I need you. I can’t live without you. These past two years that we’ve had without each other has literally been torture. I think about you everyday and how I would be so much happier if I was doing what I did with you, not Selena. And I know I shouldn’t think that way, I try to push the thoughts away, but I can’t help it. You’re my Miley. I need you to be mine.”
By the time I had finished my ‘speech’, I had tears in my eyes, threatening to fall. Acknowledging how badly I had messed everything up wasn’t something that I had done before and it killed me. I just wanted to press rewind and go back to before I married Selena. I wanted to marry Miley. I still wanted to marry Miley.
Wiping the tear closest to falling from my eye, I searched her expression for any hint of what she was thinking. But Miley was the master of the poker face, and I slowly started to die inside from the anticipation. Licking her lips, she softly let the words flow out of her mouth “Nick.. You can’t possibly know how badly your marriage hurt me. On our day. Our day, Nick. I was in and out of treatment centers for months because I just had no motivation to do anything – I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t move.” she paused, and it seemed like she feared continuing, but she did. “I love you, Nick, I love you with my heart and soul. You’re the one person who’s been on my mind since the day I met you. You’re the only person I’ve ever fallen in love with. Being with you, I don’t have to think about what I’m doing. I don’t have to worry about how I look or what I say, because with you everything just feels right. I never questioned what we did, or what you asked me to do, because I trusted and loved you more than anything. But you broke my heart in so many ways. And yesterday.. when you asked me to be a secret, I just.. I don’t know anymore Nick. After the way you kissed me and everything you said, that was literally the last thing I expected to come from you-” “Mi” “No, let me finish… Nick, I would do absolutely anything to be with you. But you obviously want to be with her in some shape or form, so I can’t. I can’t just have part of you. I’m either with you 100 percent or none at all. Being with you for the rest of my life is all that I could ever ask for, but I guess it’s too much..” Standing up, she started to walk towards her bedroom. For a moment, I couldn’t really process everything she had just said, and what she was doing, but everything eventually caught up to me and I jumped to grab her from walking away. “Mi, no! Don’t walk away, please. It’s not to much.” I shouted, hoping the emphasis would make her believe me. Spinning her in my direction, and pulling her closer, I looked into her eyes. It was obvious how much she was hurting, her eyes were the one thing that never lied, and it was breaking me inside. “Mi.. please..” Staring back at me, she stood frozen, as if she didn’t know what to do next.
The moments passed, and nothing was changing. We stood frozen, staring at one another, so I did the only thing I knew I couldn’t completely fuck up. Leaning closer, I captured her lips into a kiss. At that moment, I didn’t know if I’d get the opportunity again, so I put every ounce of me into it. I felt her hesitate, so I pulled her closer which only ended up with us toppling over onto the couch. But that sudden movement was all it took to convince her that what we were doing was okay.
God damn that boy, I swear, if he doesn’t stop kissing me unexpectedly I’m going have to kick some serious ass. But who knows if this will ever happen again, so I might as well enjoy it. Kissing him was something I never got tired of. Every time that our lips met, it felt like a new rush and it was utterly addicting. It was one of the things that aided my quick fall for him.
Quiet a large sum of time passed before either of us felt the need to break apart, but when it finally occurred, my senses felt fried. Nothing else but the man lying on top of me seemed to matter. All of the anger that I had had built up inside of me from what he said had disappeared. All that was running through my mind was how every so badly I wished we could continue what had previously been occurring. Taking in a deep breath, I took the chance to talk. “Nick..” I began slowly “You can’t leave me again.” And I meant what I said. I couldn’t take him leaving me another time. I needed him in my life, more than I could ever possibly imagine. A smile grew upon his face and he leaned down gently, placing a soft kiss on my nose. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” he stated simply.