This is my idea of the perfect Niley world...kinda like wishful thinking. So just so we're clear, this is obviously fiction and I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING BUT THE PLOT. Kthnxbye :)

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All That We Have Is Tonight.

"All I want and more.
I know you're scared,
But I promise, babe,
I'm not who I was before"

I looked into the audience dominated by loud teenage girls, wanting so badly to read their thoughts. Some of them took the song too literally, believing that since a certain blue-eyed beauty was out of the running, it was only obvious who the song was about, which got a chuckle out of me. No matter how often she assured the world she would never again involve herself with me, there was still hope out there that we would happen again. And then, there were those people who were positive that what me and 'my heart's desire had was far from over.
They believed that this was my response to her. Over two years too late. And that, I would not even try to argue against. There were also those who were convinced that it was for my twenty-year-old? Camp Rock co-star and...What can you even say to that? If they only knew; maybe one day I'll end up telling them, or maybe the mystery makes it that much better. I don't know, all That matters is that she knows and the rest is left up to God.

"Tell me..." I don't know how I ended up on my knees almost fighting to finish the song. It scared the crap out of me how emotional I got singing it; every night I wondered if maybe I was being too obvious. It was ridiculous how hard it was for me to be aware of my surroundings and by the time I would realize it, it was too late. "...tell me you'll...Grabbing on to my white v-neck, almost as though my life depended on it. This is the part that killed me; I could vividly see her face in my head, taunting me, in way, with the new guy in her life. I took a much needed deep breath and, with so much difficulty, released my chocked up voice. "Staaay..." I was on the verge of tears; desperate for help, I turned to face Sonny, who was way more into the guitar in his arms than my pathetic problems.

Some water and a couple of minutes of sitting down helped beyond belief. Before long, I was back on my feet, giving the crowd their money's worth.

***

She sat with her legs crossed, Indian style, directly across from me on top of my large dressing room table, that she had become so accustomed to over the past couple of days. Comfortable silence filled the room and even with my head rested back on the couch, I could feel her eyes on me. What I'd give to know what was going on in that pretty
little head of hers.

With a slight smirk, I opened my eyes and looked at her and sure enough, her eyes were practically glued onto my face. We sat there taking in each others every little expression; this was the only time we had together, and though we may have been torturing each other with these little rendezvous' everyday, we were both willing to take the
pain if it meant staying in each others lives.

"I love it by the way," she confessed fiddling with her thumbs; she looked down at them, "the song, I mean..."

"Thank you," I gave her a sincere smile. "That means a lot."

"I noticed you get really into it..." she looked up at me, her eyes full of wonder. My heart was beginning to speed up. I could see where this was headed. I couldn't keep it in any longer; she had the right to know.

"Yeah, it's...special to me"

"It's also very controversial." If I wasn't so freaked out, I would have found it amusing how interested she appeared to be with her fingers.

"So I've heard."

"Nick! You're killing me...will you just tell me? I can handle it." She ran her fingers through her long, chestnut brown locks in frustration.

"Come on Miley, you should know by now that you inspire most of my songs." With my head still faced down, I looked up at her through my eye lashes. My forehead creased as I waited in anticipation for her response.

Her face softened a bit and I'm pretty sure she let out a breath. Relief maybe? "And you know I never want to jump into conclusions," she said in a whisper.

"I miss you..." I blurted out in a low voice and suddenly, I felt a lot lighter, like so much weight had been lifted off my shoulders. "a lot..."

She let out a long sigh, rested her head back on the wall and stared hard at my face; I could almost hear the wheel turning in her head, as she analyzed my words.

I stood up from my place on the couch and slowly made my way toward her. I placed my hands on her knees and looked her in the eyes. "Who are we trying to fool Mi? Even our fans aren't buying this bull." I let out a short nervous laugh, unsure of how she would respond. This was definitely a giant leap I was taking knowing she had a guy waiting
loyally back home.

"I know," she said looking up at the ceiling. "I hate how complicated
this is."

"Come 'ere" I grabbed her by her upper, outer thigh, pulled her closer toward me, with her legs dangling off the dressing room table, and pulled her into a tight hug. "It doesn't have to be complicated if we really don't want it to be." I whispered softly into her ear and I could feel her body shiver a little.

"What are you saying?" She mumbled into my shoulder.

"Why can't you see..." I sang into her ear as I slowly ran my fingers through her soft hair. "You belong with me." I kissed the skin below her earlobe. At this point, I had no conscious and I could care less because this was much better than reality.

"Liam thinks there's something going on between us..." She said a
little out of breath.

"Liam is irrelevant." I whispered, my lips brushing her ear. "You said so yourself, you two are still trying to define your relationship status...let me make it easier for you."

She pulled away from the hug and looked at me seriously, "Don't say that, I care about him a lot."

"Do you love him?" I challenged.

"I...I mean yeah...I'm not...I don't know!" she exclaimed, letting her head fall on my shoulder.

I pulled her face away from my shoulder, placing my hands on either side of her face. "Do you love me?" I asked, my heart pounding against my chest and I was sure she could hear it.

"Yeah, of course I do; you know that." She said softly.

"Then Liam is clearly not relevant Mi."

Considering how close our faces were to each other, it was obviously getting hard for me to control myself. And apparently she wasn't doing any better since her eyes kept going back and forth between my eyes and lips, lingering on my lips a little longer.

"Nick..." she whispered, her voice coming out low and raspy as she shut her eyes and the desperate yet blissful look her face portrayed nearly sent me off the edge; it also didn't help that the room temperature was gradually increasing.

"Oh Mi..." I decreased the space between our faces, causing our lips to connect in the softest, slowest, and sweetest of kisses. I wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible and in that moment, all else seemed to stop, it was as though we truly did stop the world, examining every single familiar bit of each other's body. Her plum lips fit perfectly with mine, as she tried desperately to examine and study every square inch of mine and not wanting miss a single area. Her fingers traveled up to the back of my head and gently tugged some of the mess of curls that lay there.

I reached my hand up to the area beneath and to the side of her chin and, still moving relatively slowly, increased the pressure of my lips against hers a bit. She let out a small sigh, as her tongue came in contact with my lower lip and I gladly obliged to her request, letting our tongues collide and begin an intense battle for dominance.

I tilted my head sideways to get better access, grabbed a handful of her long, silky hair and another sigh escaped her mouth, which made it that much harder for me to contain myself. So...damn...HOT.

When breathing became an issue, we both pulled away and I rested my forehead against hers hypnotized by her big, round, pools of blue. I couldn't help but smile when I saw the glazed look in her eyes. I softly pressed my lips to hers once more for a couple of seconds. "I love you...so much Miles." I said after pulling away.

"Well, I hate you" she smacked my chest, and it felt like my heart dropped all the way down to my feet.

"You don't mean that."

"I hate you for making me feel like a lovesick puppy," she corrected, the corners of her mouth curving upward into a smile as she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and rested her head in its crook.

As the butterflies made their ways back to their respective locations in my stomach, I grabbed her by her thighs, once again, this time picking her up off the table and heading over to the leather couch and, working together, we positioned ourselves so that I was laying on my back and her stressed out on top of me.

"Nick?"

"Yeah, baby?" I responded, stroking her hair.

"Do you think things will ever go back to how they were back in 2007?"
She mumbled softly into my chest.

"Honestly, no." I said and I'm pretty sure I felt her cringe as she took in my words. "But we don't want them to be like that; we want to make new memories." I quickly added and her body relaxed once more.

"So what now? Where do we go from here?"

"I don't know, I guess we'll see?" I looked up at the only thing that could possibly cause stress for the both of us. "Five minutes..."

She groaned, burying her face in my chest and tightening her arms around my torso. "I REALLY hate this."

I pressed my lips on top of her head taking in the wonderful smell of her lavender scented shampoo. "I love you, just keep that in your mind until next time we see each other, and you'll be fine.

She lifted her head up and placed her lips firmly on mine and it hit me; this was MILEY I was kissing, the girl I've been in love with since I first laid my eyes on her. And here she was giving me another chance; giving me her response to my request. She was going to stay. With me. Not Justin, not Liam, no, me. Why she decided to stay was beyond my understanding, but that was irrelevant at the moment; all I knew was that she was there lying in my arms, just like it should be.

***

The irony of this story? I started writing it the night we found out Nelena was back on. Huh, weird. Any who...let me know whatcha think. :)