Hey, so this is new :D It starts out rather roughly; with a fight. Buuuut there will be Niley fluff, of course. This is like... IDK? Ha. Kind of a crappy beginning but I just didn't want to write one of those boring get-to-meet-'em first chapters.

Hope you'll all like it :)

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"No, and that's 'cause it's NOT YOU!"

"My name is in the articles too, Miles!"

"But it's not you! I'M the one, they're calling names, I'M the one who's in the fucking pictures! NOT YOU!"

Then he just stood there, looking at her with burning eyes.

"I know what you're going through with this, I know how they can make you think, that …"

"No, you don't, Nick," she said with tears in her eyes, running down her cheeks, yet somehow, she kept her voice calm. "You just … "

"Hey … hey." he said and walked to her, cupping her face. "I'm here, okay. It's gonna be alright."

More tears crept up in her tear duct as she shook her head out of his grip, his hands dropping loosely down by his sides.

"I know it's not your fault, but I just can't be with you right now." she said, looking at him with her mouth all cringed up and tears rolling gently down her face. "Please go."

"Miles, I…"

"Go!" she yelled and turned away from him.

He watched her go to the door and held it open for him. He walked to her, stopping in front of her.

"You know, that if I could make this go away, I would, I'd do anything to make it go away, you know that Miles." he said, tears creeping up behind his eyes too.

She kept a steady look on him, locking his eyes to hers as her lips began to tremble before he breathed out and stepped out her room. Before she could see which way he walked, or if he even walked at all, she slammed the door and stood with her back to it. Then, she let out all the tears, not caring if he could still hear her as she bent her legs, her back sliding down the door.

He stood on the other side, with his hand on the door. He could hear it all, and with every cry she let out, his heart broke into yet another piece.


"Can you just tell him to go away already?" Miley snapped at her little sister, Noah, who was standing in the door, telling Miley that Nick was at their house to visit her.

Noah stuck her head out of the room and closed the door in silence. Then she walked to the front door, to face Nick again.

"She just told me to tell you to leave." she said and shrugged, not knowing the slightest of how much those words hurt Nick.

"Can I …" he said and knelt down to her height. "Can I go in? Just to talk to her?"

Noah looked down, not knowing how to make this decision.

"Noie, I'm not gonna hurt her." he said and smiled. Noah smiled back and nodded, letting him in. he walked inside, and knocked on Mileys door as he reached it.

"Noah just tell him to go!" she yelled from inside, Nick hearing her fumbling with paper.

"Miles…" he said and the noise stopped. Then, without him having heard the footsteps she had taken to the door, it was open, her standing with her hand on the doorknob, just looking at him.

"What do you want?" she said casually as she dug her hands on her jean pockets.

He shrugged. "To talk."

"You can't make it any better, Nick," she said as she turned around and walked to her desk, getting back to what she was doing before she opened the door and saw the person, she thought, she wanted to see the least.

"You know I would," he said casually. He didn't move, just stood in the doorway even though she had disappeared inside the room.

She stopped her movements and leaned in over her desk with locked elbows as she looked down. "You know why I can't look at you."

"Because I remind you of it," he nodded.

"Yeah," she said silently and looked up, into the mirror in where she could see him. He was looking into it too, and their eyes met each others.

He saw the tear, that was rolling its way down her cheek, her ignoring it. And she watched him just standing there, all the pain painted in his face and his hands casually placed inside his pockets.

"You know how much I want this to work," she whispered, him barely hearing her.

"I know," was all he whispered back.

Then she turned around, arms loosely down her sides. More tears rolling down her cheeks. Lips starting to tremble.

"I love you so much," she said, and with that very sentence she broke down in tears, but she just stood there, all of her body shaking with every cry that escaped her lips.

He quickly stepped into the room, reaching him as he wrapped his arms around her. Without the slightest hesitation she grabbed him by his shoulders and held him tightly as she cried it all out. He kissed her head, playing with her hair.

"It's just… so humiliating, you know," she said when she had gotten control of her tears. "And not knowing who did it just makes it so much worse."

"I know, Miles," he said and kissed her hair for the millionth time.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this. I feel like I've lost everything losing my fans."

"The ones you lose because of this, aren't much fans anyway," he said, saying all the words he had thought of on his way to her house. "The real ones will stick with you through this. It's gonna be fine."

"It's just such a slap in the face."

They kept hugging until Miley felt like they had been standing there forever. She peeked to her clock. They had been embracing for twenty minutes.

She leaned away from his head, her hands catching each other behind his back instead of holding over his shoulders. Then she pecked him on the lips.

"Will you be with me?" she said, looking deeply into his eyes, blue on brown.

"Of course," he said, his face looking dead serious.

She smiled so big, it brightened up her entire tear stroked face. It made him smile too. It made her look irresistible. So, of course, he kissed her.