They Way I Loved You.
He was too sweet. Too loving and too caring all the time. Not one single fight. Nothing to keep her on edge, to keep her on her toes at all times. She missed it, all the time. No screaming, no crying, no running and hiding. He was too sweet.
"You're so beautiful, babe. I love you," he whispered into her ear.
"Love you too, Liam."
He rubbed circles softly on her bare arm just like heused to do whenever she was upset. She was comfortable with Liam. He was her safe haven. Somewhere she could land when there was a little too much turbulence up in the air. Liam cared deeply for her and loved her dearly. And Miley practically adored him and she'd do anything for him. But she needed that rush. When you fight and you have no clue if you're still going to be together the next day. The thrill, like when you're climbing up the huge slip on a rollercoaster and when you reach the peak, you feel your heart racing in your chest and when the drop causes your stomach to drop and your heart to stop beating. She needed that. Needed to spice it up.
"Do you need any help Tish?"
"No thanks, sweetheart. I've got it. Dinner will be ready in a few. Can you call Miley and the others?"
Liam ran up the stairs and knocked on the closed doors of three people who were still living in the house.
"Dinner guys!"
Miley ran out of her room and jumped on his back, the force almost knocking them both over.
"Take me to dinner, my horsey!" She said with a fake British accent. He chuckled at her childish antics and galloped down the stairs. He loved this family and this house felt like a second home to him. Everyone filled into the dining room and day at they respected spots. Dinner went on peacefully for the next hour. Everyone was laughing at jokes Liam told and he and Billy Ray had talked about the stock markets while the ladies busied themselves talking about shopping. The relationship was comfortable for the both of them. Spending time together was like a second nature to the couple. Liam took Miley's hand from under the table. She looked over at him, her smile genuine and showing her pearly whites.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Pick up, he thought. He was angry, fuming to be exact. You could practically see the smoke pour out from his ears like a steam whistle train. He couldn't believe her! She was acting like some messed up teenager. Okay, maybe she was a teenager but she sure as hell wasn't messed up. There was no excuse this time. No little white lie she could make up. No way to get out of the situation she put herself in. Little children look up to her, teenagers look up to her. And when they see her doing dumb crap like that they will think it's alright for them to do the same. She's perfectly happy with her perfect tall and hunky boyfriend, her perfect family and living her goddamn perfect life. Whatever, why should he care anyway? She just some ignorant girl who liked to make him feel like he was on could nine then bring him to he'll in one second. His thoughts were cut off by the sound of her angelic voice on the other end of the line.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
She sighed in frustration, bringing him back down to Earth. He coughed, and then steadied his voice. He didn't want her to know how furious he was with her just yet.
"Sorry, it's Nick. How could you do something like that, Miley?"
His voice came off as kind of sad; he mentally slapped himself for sounding so vulnerable.
"What ever do you mean, Nicholas?"
She laughed like a cold winters wind gusting wildly. It chilled him to the bone and he shivered from the intensity in her voice.
"You very well know what I mean Destiny. Why do you want to do that to yourself?"
"Get over it Nick. It was one stupid night when I wanted to forget everything. I can't help it if I want to escape my life for ten fucking minutes. God, why are you always in my business? Just leave me alone,"
Why would she want to escape her life? She had it all. The fame, the money, the perfect boyfriend, the millions of screaming fans, the voice of an angel and so much more. She herself was the definition of perfection.
"Miley, c'mon! I'm pretty sure that you've done it more than once. Do you know how much that could ruin your voice? Hell, who cares about your voice? Do you know how much trouble you're causing your organs by doing that?"
He raked his free hand through his curls furiously. Did she not know the consequences smoking would cause her later on in life?
"Why do you care, Nick? You haven't cared for the past year. You didn't even call me when there were rumors out about my parents getting divorced. And you knew, you knew very damn well, that I was falling apart. But now, just because Anna video tapped me smoking and put it on the internet, you think you can show up and lecture me? Nice try, I don't need you. I never needed you,"
His mouth was agape. How could she say all those things? He knew he was in the wrong this time, just as much as she was. But he didn't want to face it. Even more, face her. That's why he called her. He took the coward's way out. What kind of man was he?
"Miles, don't be like that. You know I always cared for you. And I always will. But you're only hurting yourself by doing what you're doing,"
"Why are you talking in code, Nick? Why can't you just say marijuana? Pot? Weed? Gunja? Are you too good to even say those words?"
After a long pause on his end of the line, he sighed. Knowing, once again, she was right.
"What would your Papi say if he saw you now, Miley? Would he be proud of you? C'mon, you know this is wrong. Why are you putting your body through this?"
He thought he heard her sniffle, but he chose to ignore it.
"Don't even go there, Nick. That was soout of line! I really just want to hang up on you now,"
Her voice quivered and Nick instantly felt bad for bringing that up. He ran a hand over his face in frustration. This wasn't how he wanted this conversation to end up.
"Then hang up, Miley. Nothing's going to change you any –"
Before he could finish the sentence he heard the dial tone. He hung up the phone and slammed his hands against the table. It wasn't supposed to be this way. He was supposed to always be there for her. Be her rock, her support system. But he wasn't. She'd walked out of his life and he didn't even chase after her. He wanted to fix her, make her better. But it seemed that every time they spoke it ended up being a fight. No matter how hard they tried.