(Small introduction.)
(Mileys POV.)
"Home sweet home." I mumbled as I walked out of the airport doors. My new boyfriend, and what is left of my family, all by my side. It's been almost an entire year since me and my two siblings have been here. New York City, that is. Only a few people know the reason why I left in the first place, and most of those people are here with me at this very moment. For as long as possible, I want it to stay that way. A secret, possibly the biggest secret I've ever had.
One year ago, at age 16, I lost my virginity. No, that's not the secret. The secret is, is that just a few weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. Sure, it was unexpected, but it was certainly no mistake. Nick is incredible. Well, was incredible. When I left, I didn't say goodbye. I didn't give him a reason, or an explanation. Nothing. I just left. I wouldn't be surprised if he hates me. In fact, I know he does. How could he not? And even though I have a boyfriend now, knowing that Nick hates me… That hurts. I still love him. Of course I still love him. I've known Nick all my life. He was my first love, and in my eyes, my only love. But don't get me wrong, Liam Hemsworth is drop dead gorgeous, charming and a complete gentlemen. He's just no Nick Jonas.
(Small introduction.)
(Nicks POV.)
I shuffled through the hallways, a lifeless expression on my face. Everything seems to be a drag lately. Ugh, I hate that word. Drag. It can mean so many different things, but none of those meanings seem to fit. Since Miley left me, I've been feeling… Again, there isn't a word to describe it. Well, let's put it this way. My life has been slow, dull, a little empty. It's kind of depressing, really. Even with my new girlfriend, as beautiful as she is, I'm just not happy.
One year ago, Miley and I, we slept together for the first time. Then just weeks later, she ran away. She just left. No goodbye, no phone call. A three year relationship… Gone, just like that. After all that she's put me through, it puzzles me how I can still be so crazy about the girl. It's been a year. A whole damn year! I suppose it's just impossible to move on, after loving someone as intense as I did with her. Miley, I mean. I don't love Selena. She's great, and she sure takes my mind off things. She's popular, fierce, and she knows how to handle herself. Christ, she even knows how absolutely gorgeous she is. She'll use it against me, and anyone else she can get her hands on. I should be happy. I should. But, she's just no Miley Cyrus.
(The story begins.)
(Mileys POV.)
It's only been a few hours, and I'm already panicking. I have so many questions, and no answers… What am I going to tell everyone? Do I tell them the truth? Wait, what? No. What am I thinking? That would ruin everything. I've given the baby away. Nobody needs to know. Especially not Nick. Oh God, Nick. I let out a soft groan as I sat there. I could just about hear Liam talking to me, but I wasn't listening to a word he was saying. I have to admit, he's been great through all of this. Through my pregnancy, my mood swings. Everything. I met him in Georgia. You know, where I moved to after leaving this place? Humf, I'm never leaving this place again. This is home. Now, anyway. I'm originally from Tennessee. Did I tell you that me and Nick grew up there together? We were neighbours, just like we are now. Damn it, stop thinking of Nick! Stop, stop, stop! I swear, I'm going to go insane if my mind keeps on like this.
"I'm going to go take a shower." I stated a little moodily, unintentionally cutting Liam off mid-sentence. I pushed myself up using the arm of the couch, forcing the most convincing smile I could as I looked down at him. "Uh, make yourself at home." I said a little more politely. I turned to leave the room and bolted up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Anybody would think I was eager to shower, but the truth was, I really missed my room. I missed the colours, the photographs on the walls, even my bed sheets. When inside, I looked around for a good few minutes. Taking all of it in. Definitely, definitely home. Everything is exactly how I left it, nothing out of it's place… Not even the rope ladder that hung from my window. It's still there, connecting my bedroom to his. Considering I've been gone for so long, I assumed he would have taken it away, or at least let it fall to the ground. I broke his heart, why wouldn't he get rid of it?
I debated with myself what to do. Sure, a shower was what I intended. But, God. It's Nick! He might hate me, and he might never want to talk to me again, but what's the harm in trying? Oh, right… The fact that I have absolutely no idea what I'll say. I can just imagine it now: Hey, Nick, I left for a year because… Nothing. I've got nothing. I'm going to be nothing more than dirt on the bottom of his shoe, a mere speck of dust on the top shelf of his life. I'll be completely invisi… I stopped. Thinking, doing… I stopped. My heart sunk. Dropped to my stomach. I simply stood there, standing still, looking across at the bedroom opposite as the light switched on and in he came. Beautiful as ever. Even doing something as simple as throwing his bag down on his bed, he was beautiful. Just beautiful… But it was times like these, that I really wish I was invisible. He turned, looking directly at me. I was still in shock, motionless. His expression matched mine perfectly.
(The story begins.)
(Nicks POV.)
"I really need to get to class." I grumbled the complaint, leaning against my locker as my girlfriend stood in front of me. She looked dazzling as always, with her unique style that she pulled off so well. I couldn't help but wonder if Miley would be able to pull off what Selena was wearing. Miley has more of a country girl style, which she switches up from time to time. Hell, the girl looks gorgeous in anything… I can't help but compare Selena to her. Although, if I was to be honest, there's just no comparison. Unlike Selena, Miley isn't as aware of the beauty her entire body holds, which only makes her that much more beautiful. As I started to think more of the girl I was once with, Selena's soft words became nothing more than a very, very quiet humming. Soon enough, I stopped listening completely. I stopped worrying about being late, and I simply let my thoughts of Miley run wild. It was probably the worst thing I could do, seeing as every time I merely hear her name, or an image of her breath taking face crawls it's way into my mind… that huge hole in my heart begins to ache all over again. Most definitely, a hundred percent, the worst thing to do. I just can't help it, as insane as it'll make me, I love the girl.
Time passed a lot quicker than usual, and God, was I grateful for that. Selena had managed to keep the two of us out in the hall for the entire last period. Though for the majority of it, I was still painfully day dreaming of Miley, the other half I was listening to Selena's voice go on and on. It was growing more annoying by the minute. If it wasn't for that glorious little bell that announced the day was over, I was surely about to snap. "See you tomorrow." I stated as cheerfully as I could, placing a quick kiss to her cheek before walking off. Home was at least a half hour walk, and as soon as I got through that door, I ran up to my room and frustratedly tossed my bag onto my bed. I really didn't know why I was so frustrated. My day wasn't that bad, just a little down points here and there, but nothing extreme. A sigh fell from my lips, my eyes shutting for just a few seconds or two, before I turned to look across to her bedroom. It was a routine. Every morning, I would look over there, and then again when I got home from school, and then just once more before I went to sleep. I'm not sure why. I'm not sure of a lot of things anymore, heh. In a way, I guess it makes me feel close to her, even though she could be anywhere in the world by now.
Unlike the million times before, Miley was there. For a split second, I simply thought it was my imagination, playing a cruel joke. It was like a stab to the heart, seeing her so clearly. The image I've had in my head for the past 365 days, didn't do her any justice. She was definitely there, and she looked as beautiful as ever, if not more. Her luscious golden brown locks had grown, stopping at her mid-back. Her eyes were even brighter than before, a slight sparkle as they glistened with tears. All this time I've been thinking about her since she left, I never once thought what I would say if she were to ever return. Of course, I know I should demand answers. I need to know why she left, why she didn't say anything, not even a simple goodbye. If I could speak right this minute, I would be. I'm choking on what feels like my heart, mixed emotions completely puzzling my brain. Hell, I don't know whether to be relieved, happy, or angry. She broke my heart, she broke me… and now she's back.