A/N: Hello beautiful people. I'm back...sort of. Through a discussion on twitter, somehow myself and Yousaidforever (FF) aka xyellowdiamonds (twitter) decided that we would write a collaboration! So here is the start of it, we both hope you enjoy it :) And any feedback would be amazing- both of us would love you hear from you all! It's been too long :)

Chapter One.

Miley.

You know what's really awkward? When you wake up in a random's bed.

Okay so it doesn't sound that bad, I mean this situation happens to hundreds of people everyday, but let's also add some handcuffs and being locked down to the random's bed. Awkward.

Still it could be worse right? Yeah well how about this, you just happened to get drunk last night with your trusted friends and you may have become a little paralytic. And now you've ended up in a random's bed, handcuffed to the bedpost in your bra and underwear. Yeah it couldn't get much worse than that. And as I first said, awkward, really, really fucking awkward.

Did I have sex with the random? No, that I was sure of…well I was, okay I had no idea honestly. All I knew was that right now I was in serious shit because last night well, it wasn't just any regular 'girls night out'. No it was my bachelorette party, and my fiancé would be worried, very, very worried about my sudden disappearance.

I bit my lip staring around the bedroom it had crème colored walls, with latte trimmings and a huge window behind me. It had absolutely no photos, and had nothing of use on the table to break my handcuffs although it did have a glass of water…and a passage from the bible. Awkward.

So I woke up at about one pm, thanks handy flashing electric clock on the table, but now it read seven twenty pm and I was starting to get worried. Not only did I have no idea where the hell I was, no one else did either and that was the scary part. For all I knew I could be in some freakin psycho killer's bedroom, then again this bedroom was way too perfect for that. It was way too organized and ordered, which made me think of possibilities…

Who the hell was this tidy that I knew? Then again maybe I didn't know them.

Back to problem one: Where the fuck was I?

I groaned pressing my head against the wooden backboard! I was going to kill those fucking bitches when I got my hands on them. This wasn't funny, no this was plain cruel. I stared across the room at the door they hadn't even left me my clothes, or a phone to call someone for help! They'd just left me here.

It was like the Hangover, but real and I was the guy on the rooftop.

I closed my eyes feeling the tears coming again, for the second time today. How the hell was I supposed to get out of here? The girls most likely had no idea where they left me last night, and neither did I! I had work tonight, so much for that, what would my parents be thinking? Mom told me a bachelorette party was a bad idea so did my fiancé, but nooo I just had to be the normal fucking bride and have one.

I gave a sigh holding back the tears, only to hear the rumble of a car moving down the driveway. Oh god. I bit my tongue as it came to a stop and I started to panic, this could not be happening!

I tried for the hundredth time to slip my hand out of the fluffy sex toy handcuffs unsuccessfully as I shook them tirelessly. The car door slamming instantly made me stop, oh god, oh my fucking god! I began rapidly trying to pull my hand out knowing that there was no way in hell I'd ever get it out, but I kept trying even though it was cutting my skin. I had to get out of here. A second door slammed as my mouth dropped,

Oh god…it was two, two fucking people.

The front door opened and I just was frozen there completely horrified,

"Chinese?"

"We had Chinese like a week ago!"

I heard male voice discuss downstairs, I frowned trying to pick up on who it was but they were talking too quietly! Shit, they were guys though, and they had no idea I was in their bedroom. Oh fuck.

"It's on my laptop in the bedroom, can you go get it!" A voice shouted,

Oh god, oh god…I was about to become completely mortified, please for love of all God let it not be this bedroom. I quickly scanned around looking for the laptop they were referring too, however I couldn't see it thankfully but the footsteps walking up the staircase towards me made me more panicked by the second. I just held a tight breath, ready for what was the come, death, pure embarrassment, harassment, anything I was ready for it.

Okay I wasn't but what choice did I have?

Of course the person stopped outside this room, typical.

I watched horrified as the knob twist and the door opened and I started shaking.

His eyes glanced over locking on me. I stared at him.

Joe Jonas screamed. I screamed.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD, WHAT THE-"

Joe suddenly disappeared slamming the door panicked as I closed my open mouth shaking my head, oh God. Oh God that was…that was Joe Jonas, oh my god, he just saw me half naked handcuffed to the bed. We'd both just been scarred for life, I could tell that right now. God I hadn't seen him in years and, Shit.

"Joe what's wrong? Why did you scream like a girl?" He yelled.

My mouth dropped again as the realization hit me. This was Nick's house, this was my ex boyfriend's fucking house that I'd never even been into. Oh god! They thought this would be funny, let's go tie Miley up to her exes bed and see what happens, yeah that was not fucking funny!

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Joe yelled as I heard him pacing, "OH MY GOD NICK!"

"What?" Nick's voice replied as he thumped up the steps,

"Look I know you two are like-" Joe yelled and stopped unsure, "Complicated, but this…well this is taking it too fucking far! I mean she's getting married I didn't even think you guys had spoken in years, I can't just, WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?" I heard an awkward deadly silence as there were a few rushed footsteps stopping at the door,

"What the hell are you talking about? Are you okay, you look really-"

"I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUR SEX TOY IN-"

"WHAT?" Nick screamed as the door flew open,

It was that moment no girl wanted in her entire life. My ex boyfriend stood there with his brother staring at me handcuffed to his bed, half naked looking rather well ready for "action". I just felt myself die, I'd never been this embarrassed in my entire life as Nick just stared at me in complete horror and overwhelming shock. With in seconds the door slammed again and I was left alone.

There was a deadly silence radiating outside as I felt tears beginning to form,

"You didn't invite her did you?"

"What do you think Joe?" Nick spat angry, "I haven't spoken to her in a year."

Deadly silence ensured again as I tried to pull myself out of the cuffs, only for the tears to start falling and the sobs to begin erupting from my chest. It only took seconds for the door to open again as a phone started blaring, but I didn't even look I was too disgusted by myself, embarrassed and distressed by this cruel ordeal. I just wanted to get the fuck out of here.

"Demi? Why the hell are you calling me? How did you even get my number? Why have you rung me like five- What? You WHAT?" Joe yelled from the hallway,

"Miley what the hell are you doing here?" Nick hissed, his voice filled with anguish as I cowered away not even looking at him, scared to see his eyes. "What kind of strange, crazy act is this?"

Joe's hysterical laughter suddenly ripped through the room as I spun my head to see him leaning on the door frame, half way to falling to the floor in absolute amusement.

"Why are you laughing?" Nick yelled turning to Joe pissed off, "This is not funny!"

"She's here, you tied her up to NICK'S BED! OH MY GOD DEMI!"

"What?" Nick questioned turning back to me and I opened my mouth trying to form a sentence but I just couldn't, I was half mortified, half thankful that it was actually them and that I hadn't been kidnapped.

"Wait hold up, you tied her to the bed this morning? But you didn't remember where?" Joe hissed still laughing so hard it hurt my ears. I looked down unsure of what to say, was there anything I even could say? "She's been here the entire day! Oh Demi that's just mean! Wait so it was her bachelorette party?"

Nick's eyes widened and he looked at me confused,

"I don't know how I got here." I whispered simply,

"No idea…?" Nick muttered to himself more then me, uneasily gazing down my indecent form. His eyes finally came back to my face and I shook my head slowly,

"I just, they didn't even leave me a phone or my clothes." I whispered,

Nick looked at me with sympathetic eyes and sighed, "Okay let's get you out of these handcuffs then."

Nick.

"I haven't seen Miley cry in so long." I whispered staring into my coffee mug.

"I haven't laughed so hard that I started crying! Oh my god that was the best thing that has happened in a very very long time!" Joe hissed chuckling away.

I looked up at him giving a straight death glare, he instantly stopped and gave an awkward cough, "In a really bad and nasty way, they shouldn't have done that to her. It's really unjustified."

I nodded looking down giving a sigh, but why did they do it? Drunkenness takes away logic, but to drag an unconscious twenty two year old to my house then break in was a feat in itself, so why the effort? Why did a bunch of Miley's friend's think the best place for her was to end up handcuffed half naked to my bed? And not her beloved fiancé? It didn't make sense, actually it did make a lot of sense but that was just the problem.

"Do you reckon she's okay up there?" Joe finally questioned,

I turned looking up the staircase unsure. We'd managed to break the cuffs off after half an hour of heavy struggles with both Joe and me taking turns at it. Only to release her hand to see it covered in blood, she'd literally cut her wrist trying to get out. At seeing this Miley kind of completely lost it crying, she was tired, hung over and most of all just completely devastated.

"I think so," I muttered, "She just needs time,"

"You sure? Maybe we should-"

I looked up at Joe and shook my head, "Trust me, I know."

"Okay,"

We fell silent as I stared down into my coffee again,

"Why would they do that to her?"

"Because it was really funny-"

"It wasn't funny Joe." I hissed looking up at him, "Sure to everyone else, but not to her! What happens if we hadn't come home? What happens if she had serious alcohol poisoning? Worse what if they hadn't tied her up to my bed?" Joe stared at me and I huffed, "I just can't believe her friends thought that was a smart idea,"

"You seem to care an awful lot." Joe whispered,

I looked at him annoyed, "She's my ex, it's not illegal for me to care about one of my friends, so we're not close, Miley is still apart of my life story." I stated and Joe just looked at me with raised eyebrows, "All of our lives. She's getting married."

"And the fact you just tried to explain yourself makes me worried Nick."

"Why? Because I care?"

"No." Joe stated frowning, "Because you care too much, for a friend. Plus you are hardly talking, the only time we run into her is at public events, she's hardly a friend Nick. Especially the past couple of years."

"Well maybe your friend's are just shit."

"Or maybe you're still in love with her."

"I'm not that was years ago, she's getting married."

"I know that, and you know that, but you don't like it."

"I do like it, I'm happy-"

"Do I need to mention the song Nick? Wedding Bells-"

"I was angry at the time, not anymore, I like Liam-"

"You hate Liam."

I groaned looking at Joe frustrated, "I don't hate Liam, I never said that-"

Joe stood up putting his hand on my shoulder shaking his hand,

"Bro you didn't need to say anything, your body language is enough."

Okay, so I did dislike Liam but not for the reason everyone thought I did. I wasn't a demanding ex, I understood Miley would find love again and she did for an extended period with Liam. I liked seeing her happy, I enjoyed how carefree we both became completely separate from one another in our first mature relationships.

But then they broke up, and like most of the world I saw the anguish she went through, slowly trying to pick up the pieces of her life and return to the idea of being single. Eventually they faced each other again, two weeks after I had broken up with Olivia, and me like the rest of the world expected tactically avoidance by both parties instead something worse happened.

They reconnected.

I picked up my coffee tempted to throw the whole thing at Joe, he was right that I did not like Liam, but I was happy for Miley and Liam. I mean they'd even invited all of us to the wedding, which I suppose was a real honor.

I watched Joe head into the kitchen as I frowned, life just seemed to be just as complicated now days, if not more and Miley turning up handcuffed to my bed well it made things interesting.

Liam was on his way over here and supposedly they'd been searching for her the entire day and had rung both of us, but I'd only just flown back with Joe from New York and thank god we had arrived back today or she would have been here for God knows how long! Then again with our mutual friends I'm sure they knew exactly when Joe and me were getting back in their drunken plans,

"And why the hell was Demi with her?" Joe suddenly asked, "They aren't friends! Are they? I mean they were but…" I looked at him and shrugged, honestly I didn't know anything about the three girls we always used to be associated with, "Was Selena there? Maybe they were having an I hate Jonas bachelorette"

"Ask Miley?"

"Don't bother Miley doesn't remember a thing." A voice stated,

I looked to see Joe's eyes had pinpointed behind me as I spun looking at Miley standing there wearing one of my old sweaters. For a moment I just stared at her shy pale facial expression with the baggy faded grey sweater, which only just covered her mid thigh leaving the rest of her exposed. It was better then before, better for her, not for me I was quiet enjoying that- wait no I wasn't enjoying the view, I wasn't. I gave her a weak smile and she stepped forward, God I hadn't seen her wearing my clothes in such a long time.

"I'm not friends with Selena, we are not even on speaking terms. Demi and me are what I like to call 'friendly acquaintances', when I see her it's nice but I don't go out of my way to catch up."

"So they were with you last night?"

Miley shrugged moving over and carefully sat down on the stool shakily beside me, "I don't know? It just started with my stylist, hairstylist a couple of other tour crew. That was it, Demi wasn't invited or anyone else but I have a feeling it got out of control. Strange thing is sure I did drink, but not massively over the top!"

"Drugs?" I questioned and Miley shrugged,

"I don't know,"

Joe gave a sigh, as I stood up, "At least your safe now okay,"

"Yeah…"

"I'm sorry I laughed," Joe muttered,

I walked over to the kitchen as Miley looked up giving him a weak smile, "Hey I would have laughed too, but after lying there for over seven hours not knowing where I was it became a bit scary. I shouldn't have cried though, I just…" She stated and trailed off as I grabbed a mug out.

"You had every right to cry, I would have been freaked. You want coffee?"

"Yes please."

"Anything to eat?" Joe asked,

"Crackers." We both replied as I turned around.

Miley gave me an awkward smile and nodded, "Can I have some, I can't believe you actually remember that…" She whispered looking away and Joe instantly just glared at me,

"Of course I remember that you like crackers with coffee as a late night snack, because we're friends." I stated giving Joe a look and he just shifted his eyes over to Miley giving a smile,

"So you've been working out."

Miley's cheeks instantly turned red, "I well can we-"

"Joe stop it." I stated giving him a look,

"What, you're hot that's nothing to hide."

"I can't believe you just said that."

"Neither can I." I spat giving my brother another glare.

He just laughed shaking his head, "Liam is a lucky man, he better treat you right."

"He does," Miley stated as I saw a smile come to her face, yet it didn't seem full like the cheesy grins she used to make talking about him. "He really does, wait you called him right? He's going to be so worried, and mad." Miley looked at us and I nodded, yeah that was an awkward conversation. It wasn't everyday that you had to ring your ex's fiancé and explain that she was handcuffed to my bed, but not by me.

"He's driving straight over."

"Good, I just need to go home."

"He sounded worried,"

"Doesn't surprise me, he's a bit over protective." Miley muttered looking down, "Hey you never replied to the rsvp, it was on Friday you know? My wedding is in two weeks and you kind of need to say yes or no!" She announced seriously looking between the two of us and I nodded,

"Yeah we're coming, right?" I questioned looking at Joe,

Honestly I'd tried to avoid it, not that I didn't want to be there it was just…we were an ex couple and I really didn't think it was appropriate. I'd tried to find some charity event or a sudden unplanned trip to a foreign country, but there had been no such luck as of yet. But now it seemed time was up, she wanted an answer,

"I think so," Joe stated shrugging, "I haven't got anything better to do."

"Thanks." Miley stated insulted, "I'll remember that, I mean it's only my wedding, the biggest day of my entire life."

"Yeah and to think I met you when you still thought boys had germs."

"I never thought that, the first time I met you I was almost practically with your brother, right Nick?" Miley asked casually and I nodded bringing the coffee over with a plate of crackers as I stared at the rock on her finger.

"Everything has changed so quickly." I muttered,

"I know,"

"I miss the old days." Joe announced as I shot him a look.

"Me too,"

"You do?" I asked and Miley nodded giving me a smile,

"Of course I do, they were some of my best and worst memories."

A heavy knocking suddenly sounded and I smiled, "Guess that's Liam."

"Want me to let him in?"

"Go for it." Miley stated smiling at Joe,

He jumped up purposely bumping me as I looked at Miley who picked up the coffee shaking her head, "I'm so sorry about this, it was so unsuspected and completely awkward. I never meant to end up here, I'm sorry I put you in this position Nick." Her eyes looked up at mine and I just shrugged giving a smile leaning on the counter,

"It's fine, a shock sure but it'll make a great story to tell our grandkids."

Miley instantly looked at me confused as I frowned. Wow I'd worded that badly. "Your grandkids, my grandkids, separate." I explained and Miley just smiled picking up one of the crackers, "Like not together, your grandkids with Liam and mine with-"

Miley laughed shaking her head, "Nick I get it."

"Miley?"

She dropped the cracker and jumped up as I turned to see the Australian loser before me, I instantly felt myself tense as Miley rushed into his arms and he instantly wrapped them around her. I stood there and watched as he kissed the side of her forehead along Miley's hairline, I used to do that. I looked away to see Joe just staring at me frowning,

"Can we go home?"

"Sure babe, I'm going to kill them." Liam whispered,

"Me too don't worry."

Liam looked away from her to me for the first time, "Man I'm sorry." He stated stepping away from Miley offering me his hand, "If I'd known I would have stopped them, but you know Miley's friends, a little on the crazy side. I'm sorry about this, but thanks for staying cool about it."

I took his hand and shook it giving a small shake of me head,

"It's fine Liam,"

"Thanks, okay I better get her home. Thanks guys,"

He dropped my hand and turned back to Miley, "Bye guys, thank you."

"It's fine Miley, no more crazy drink ups okay?"

Miley nodded as she gave me one last smile and they both turned walking towards the front door. Joe quickly followed and I sighed standing now alone, god this whole night just felt a like a crazy nightmarish dream come true. The door closed and within second Joe was back in the room giving me a look,

"You are so jealous of Liam."

"I'm not!"

"You hate him! Pure hatred!"

"No." I spat, "I don't I-"

"It's all in the body language bro, and you hate him. Trust me."