Nick's POV

December 14th: Meeting At Starbucks

It was barely sun rise when a disturbing sound of a ringing phone woke me up. "Hello?" I managed to croak feeling the urge of my mind calling me to go to sleep.

"Nick she said yes!" someone yell. "I'm getting married!"

Upon the shrieking of my brother's excitement, however I wasn't very thrill. "Why didn't you wait a couple of hours before you call me?!"

"Isn't your time over there like 3 hours forward?"

I look over at the alarm beside my bed which reads 4:03. "Dude it's 4 in the morning!"

There was a dramatic pause. "OK ok I'll let you sleep and I'll see you later today in Manhattan."

All of a sudden the phone went dead, and I couldn't be any happier. Not that I didn't love my brother Joe, but I get bother so much over the years that I could be able to file a restraining order against him.

I grabbed the hold of the bed spread and pull myself up. I stare down and notice that Elvis was awake. For a golden retriever, he was sometimes A LOT smarter than Joe.

"Go back to sleep, we have to go to New York in a couple of hours." I commented pulling the blanket back over my shoulder and drift back to sleep.

The alarm started beeping again at 9, but I wasn't complaining. The first thing I did was took a shower, grabbed a bunch of thin coats and shoving it in a duffle bag. I grabbed my watch and keys dashing toward the door.

I opened the door to my Ferrari for Elvis. First stop, Lax Airport. It was where my private jet was. My father, Kevin Sr. owned a private landing ground where our family private jets and helicopters were.

I was able to catch a little back, and playing with Elvis, time flew by. I notice there was a clock at JFK, and it was 2:30. I quickly remember to fast forward my Rolex. I notice that I got a text from Joe to meet me at the Plaza Hotel. I book a limo that stop right in front of the luxurious Plaza. I walked in the front lobby noticing Joe right away. I can't believe that my brother, Joe Gray would be so much like a little child, and I was the mature one.

He nearly ran over and started hugging me and then started talking to Elvis in a childish way. I notice that Lilly had the same expression on her face me. I untangle my arm and hugged her.

"Hey Lilly," I said and looked down at Joe and Elvis, "and Joe haven't really change much has he?"

She nodded and smiled. "Not much, but he was looking forward to seeing you and Elvis."

It felt a little odd; the first thing they did was taking me to the restaurant inside the hotel, and arranges for me the penthouse suite. Elvis was being babysat by Lilly, while Joe dragged me to the hotel bar.

"Nick, I want you to be my best man."

I did not know how to react. "Joe why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I got Kevin too cover both our spots, and he'll give all of the employees two days off, and fly over here during the wedding," he continued not answering my question.

"What," he comment and back up a little, "is that a yes?"

"Come on Joe, even though I'm basically doing more for the wedding then you do, you know I would agree."

I noticed that his brown eyes dilated. "Good because your first task is to meet the maid of honor."

"What, I've been here 5 minutes and I have a job already," I complained.

"Stop whining Nick."

He quickly tosses me an umbrella with a wooden curved umbrella and directed me to the Starbucks on this Avenue.

I walked it noticing her right away. "Miss Stewart?"

I did not know why way I called her 'Miss Stewart' but it's probably gotta be my mind going crazy.

"Nick?" Just as I heard my name pronounces I sat down on the opposite side of here.

This weird connection to her start forming within me, and for the first time ever when I meet a girl.

After talking to her for about 20 minutes I started to feel that this was more of a date. I stared at the clock hanging on the wall again. Almost two hours had passed. "Well I think we better get going before Joe and Lilly post a 'Lost' poster on Times Square."

She chuckled. "You're right. That something they would actually do."

I ordered a coffee and ran quickly to open the door for her. "Thank you."

As we were strolling down the street I notice it was slippery. Noticing it snowed but there was a thin layer of ice form. I can't believe I didn't notice it before. I tugged my arm out and she look at me.

"Hey, I promise Joe to keep you from getting hurt," I paused thinking what I was doing, "and I believe you tripping or something, falls in that category."

She smiled back at me and wrapped her arm around mine. I could have not imagined a better place to stroll down than the city that never sleeps.

Luckily when we were in front of The Plaza it started to rain, besides both my hands were busy, one holding a coffee I haven't even had a taste off, and the other holding an unopened umbrella and Miley's arm around it.

When we walked inside I decided to take her up to the suite. We passed through the door entering into a room and giant windows on the far north of it looking down on the green Central Park. Joe and Lilly sat in the middle of living room. Thank God nothing happen, or else I would have got nightmares about it.

"Finally you guys are back," Joe said, "we waited for over 2 hours."

I notice that when Lilly pull Miley to the side I had a little chat with Joe. "Nothing happen while I was gone was there?"

"No…?" He responded.

Just as our conversation ended I glance over at Miley and Lilly and it so happens that their conversation ended too.

One second later Joe and Lilly quickly change the subject and dragged themselves out leaving me and Miley standing here.

"Lilly told me that I was going to crash with you," she explained.

"Figures," I replied, "Joe told me staying with someone, and I thought it was Elvis."

Elvis, I almost forgot him. There was one thing Elvis was good at. Every time I was with a girl he usually growls about them or give them this weird stare, and that what I like about him. Besides being a part of a billionaire family, and CFO of Grays Corporation, I was sometimes stalked by women. It got worse when I was place in both Forbes and People's Most Eligible Bachelors. Luckily with his help I was able to stop those women from stalking me after I invited 'them' inside my mansion.

I stop my thought and turn to Miley, and this day keeps getting weirder and weirder. I saw a scene with Miley rubbing Elvis belly.

"Wow more shocking."

I crouched down, and starting giving Elvis ear rub, his second favorite thing after a belly rub. "Wow, I'm really surprise he didn't run you out of here."

"Pretty sure that wasn't going to happen," she explained, "My dad gave me a golden retriever too."

"She isn't coming over for a while." She continued and look at Elvis, "and he seems interested in a girlfriend, don't you El?"

I saw the expression on Elvis face was serious. He keeps me from women and he wants a girlfriend. Even though this was a weird moment I began to enjoy it. Joe sent me another text telling us to start looking for a caterer for the wedding.

December 15th Step 1: Restaurant Order

I woke up the next morning feeling a little different than yesterday. I actually felt relieved I was here and not back in L.A. signing a bunch of papers. Still I got called by Joe again. "What?"

"Why aren't you gone with Miley yet?"

I notice the clock on hanging on the light- blue shaded wall, "It's only 7 in the morning."

"Fine, you've got until 8," he forcefully said. "And Lilly and I won't be out a lot because of the publicity thing so I hope you can cover for us."

"OK," I mumbled, "but you have to take care of Elvis for me."

"That's a chance I'm willing to take," he agreed and the line went dead.

Just like him I forcefully dragged myself from bed. I wait outside noticing that both Miley and Elvis were up.

"Nick something's here for you?"

I notice that my keys were on the dining table. "My car's here and we could get around Manhattan easier… starting today."

I notice she was smiling and wasn't showing any sign of stress like most women would. "We should start like right now, besides I got a three-page e-mail from Lilly an hour ago telling us to book a caterer for the wedding."

When the clock strikes 8, Joe and Lilly appeared in front of the door, and pushed us out. My Ferrari 430 Scuderia stood in front of the hotel.

The first place we end up was both one of our favorite restaurants. We were thinking of getting them to cater the wedding food. Over the years, the restaurant chefs were often catering big time weddings for either rich or famous people, and are some of the top chefs cater at another place beside only at the Four Seasons.

Well, that was only breakfast. Next up was another restaurant for lunch. "Have you been here before?" I asked pointing at this restaurant called One if by Land, Two if by Sea, one of the most famous and romantic restaurants in Manhattan.

"Once, but I never got to finish the dinner, crazy weird stuff happen."

"Well than let's finish it," I replied and opening the door for her, and giving the car keys to the valet.

The dinner was a peaceful and quit event, with the occasional quick stare of people sitting at tables near ours. We walked outside with flashes surrounding us. "Nick! Miley! Over here!"

Oh boy. This time was going to be big. Cutting through the paparazzi was like cutting meat with a spoon, but with the help of some of the people from the restaurant, our pain ended, except the fact they were running after my Ferrari. I had no idea why they follow us, probably because of yesterday.

I got curios so when they decided to stop chasing us; I stopped the car in front of a newsstand. I tossed 20 bucks on the counter and grabbed some newspapers, The National Enquirer, The New York Post, and New York Daily News.

I notice that the seller was giving me and odd glare, so I enter the car fast, before anyone notice.

I handed Miley the stack of newspaper while I drove with a hint of concern. "What does it say Miley?"

She peruses it, and glance at me. "Well it all rumors of us dating or something like that."

The phone started ringing nonstop. "Can you answer it for me Miley?"

"Hello," she said, "hey Joe."

She place it against me ear, and already I could hear Joe talking. "Slow down. We got trouble, trouble that includes a bunch of paparazzi, and me and Miley on the cover of every major tabloid in New York."

"OK, so you guys do whatever it takes to keep my engagement off the press."

"Joe!" I yelled. "Paparazzi are chasing my car, and they still are."

There was a pause, and I was pretty sure Joe was thinking something. "Pretend to date, we don't want to tell the public until probably a week or two before the wedding. And most important don't say anything about you two not dating."

"Fine," I agreed, "we'll be back in about 15 minutes."

I turned to Miley, "we can't tell the public anything about Joe and Lilly engaged, and we can't deny that we are not dating."

"But…" she argued, until her phone started ringing, "Hello… hey daddy," she said slowly.

The call last about five minutes, and the respond I got from Miley was that her dad likes me. I got an approval without even trying. "My dad likes you a lot, and that is really odd."

"What? You don't want your dad to like me?"

"Well, ever guy I like, well my dad hates that guy. And without meeting you, liking you really awkward."

I just remember if Mr. Stewart knows about me and Miley, than my dad would know. Mr. Stewart and my dad were business partners, both on the top of Forbes's list of the world's richest men, and best friends.

If I knew my dad well, I would probably get a message from him any time. Just as I expecting a hoard of paparazzi were in front of the Plaza on front side of the entrance. Thank god the guards were able to stop them.

We walked into the hotel with the protection of some of the security guards. Now all I wanted to do was go to bed and have some rest, expect the penthouse was a mess. Lilly and Joe were continuing to torn the suite apart when they notice us.

"What are you guys doing to this place?" I yelled.

Joe was showing a face fill with worry and anxiety. "We can't find the rings!" he yelled, shattering my ability to hear anything. That just means for work for us, and the next headline on the tabloids are 'Nick and Miley spotted buying engagement rings.'

"Well buy you two new ones, and now you guys get out of here," I said as I opened the door for them. I started cleaning, and Miley told me she was impressed that I didn't call a maid or maids. I just hope that my relationship with Miley would get better.

December 16th: Engagements and Christmas

Today was a pretty hectic day, just like yesterday, but triple it. My car was followed by a bunch of paparazzi following our every single move. I decided to take her to JC Penny first. We have to leave early because the entire security team could not block the people looking at us, and half weren't even people from TV and newspapers.

Switching five different cars, our next stop was Tiffany's & Co. We pick out a bunch of rings that we both love. Lucky for Joe, I had the same ring size as him. I specially pick out a platinum ring with a little touch around it. Miley and I end up picking the same ring that Lilly would like, so we sent her a picture and well she like it a lot, except the price tag. We finally agreed that it would be the wedding gift from me and Miley.

I took my chance to buy something for Miley, when she was talking to her parents in private. I took my chance to get her something for Christmas. It was a little over a week away, so this would be a perfect time to buy something. I saw a beautiful snowflake pendant with diamonds covering all of it, and four thousand dollars, and because of the proximity to Christmas the price was raise. Before Miley return I paid for both the rings and pendant quickly. I could notice that flashes were still on me. People were push against the glass windows and yelling occurred.

Wow, I never knew that our secret would last that long, we were here for 15 minutes before anyone notice, but I did realized that the paparazzi were soon taking pictures since I put a ring on Miley's hand. Tomorrow's headline: Nick and Miley spotted at JC Penny and Tiffany's.

Miley started complaining because I paid for the rings, and she didn't have a share paying for it. I told her that it could count for her birthday and Christmas present. Thankfully she believed me.