I know I know, why start a new story when I have two others going on right now?!! Well simply because I wrote this a while back and decided to make it a five-shot... The idea might seem familiar, I know it's been used before but I just felt like writing something like this! So please let me know what you think and I'll post the next part (which is already written, by the way :D)

I tried out something new for me, writing in Miley's pov! I hope you'll like it!

Xoxo

Miley's pov – Dallas, December 23rd

Fiancée? Did I just hear that right? Nick was getting married... O.M.G. I didn't even bother to take the hand the girl had extended to shake hands and fake a smile at her. I shook my head at Nick as disappointment filled me and I turned around to walk outside to get some fresh air. I needed to get away, FAST.

To my dismay he followed me and stood right beside me as I looked up at the stars from the terrace.

"What happened to all the promises?" I couldn't hold back anymore, I needed to know. I needed answers.

"You said no, Miley." His voice was so soft, it nearly made my heart melt. I could also hear the hint of accusation in his voice and I responded in much the same way:

"And you told me you would wait for me!"

"I couldn't spend my life waiting for you now, could I?" He asked bitterly his eyes blazing with remorse and anger.

"Two years Nick! It was two years!!! You didn't wait for a year before getting a girlfriend! Is that what you call waiting?" I shot at him angrily, tears threatening to appear in my eyes.

"You were on the other side of the continent! What was I supposed to do? Hope that you would come and find me when you were ready to marry me? You're delusional." He spat back.

"I actually thought that you would wait for me. I actually believed you would stay true to me the way I stayed true to you throughout college. Never did I once sleep with another guy than you. But tell me Nick? How many girls did you fuck while I was gone? How many girls did you fuck right after asking me to marry you?" My voice was rising with ever word coming out of my mouth and I didn't bother to keep it down. I didn't give a damn if Nick's "fiancée" heard us or anybody else for that matter. He had promised to wait for me... don't make a promise to Miley Stewart if you aren't going to keep it. Everybody knew that.

"Funny you should mention it... I didn't. I haven't even had sex with my fiancé!" He said quietly, remembering that his fiancé was just inside.

"What's holding you back?" I smirked and he rolled his eyes at my sudden surge of confidence.

"Grow up, Miley." Nick told me as he walked away, leaving me standing in the darkness.

December 24th

It wasn't until the next day that Nick noticed the beautiful diamond ring sitting on my finger.

"You're such a hypocrite!" His sudden outburst made my head snap up to look at him as he grabbed my left hand, looking intently at the costly jewel.

"I'm just trying to be happy like you told me to be." I smiled innocently at him. However my smile soon faded when I noticed his eyes had glazed over with... was it anger? Sadness? Hurt? Probably a mix of all three. My heart sunk as I realised I was hurting him... but hell! He had no right to be hurt. He was the one who hadn't waited for me and told me to be happy while he was engaged to another woman. He had no right to be upset because I was moving on.

"You accuse me to marrying someone when you're obviously engaged!" He shook his head at me, pain evident in his eyes.

"He saved me from my insanity when you decided to throw me away. I owe him everything I am today, I owe him for being able to stand on my own two feet again. There is no way I could turn him down after everything he's done for me." I spat before walking towards the backyard to get some fresh air.

"Funny, all those reasons don't seem like the right reasons to marry somebody." Nick smirked as he followed me through the door and out the back.

"My reasons are perfectly legitimate." I hissed, glaring at him.

"Alright then tell me this. If I hadn't moved on would you have said yes?" Nick smirked as he watched me. I knew he had seen the flicker of uncertainty cross my eyes and I shifted my gaze away from him as to put off answering that question. An answer I knew too well. "Alright. Let's try again. Do you love him?" He asked, his brown orbs searching my blue ones for a hint as to how I really felt. This time, I turned my whole body away from him and looked at the brightly lit pool.

"What happened, Miley? Why are you marrying someone you don't love?" He asked softly as he took my hand and made me face him.

"I could ask you the same question." I answered too quickly. I clamped my hand over my mouth when I realised what I had said and when I saw Nick's triumphant expression.

"Looks like you just admitted you don't love him." He stated his smile never fading away.

"I didn't admit anything. I could ask you the same question." I repeated.

"I love her." He said without hesitation. However, I did notice he was missing a sparkle in his eyes. The sparkle he had when we were together and happy, when I was the reason for his happiness.

"You might love her but you're not in love with her. You're not in love with her the way you were in love with me for so many years." I told him seriously and I saw his eyes looking away from me. Ha! I was right! He couldn't look me in the eye... which meant that he was lying and that I was right.

"No answer, Nicky?" I smirked. His head snapped in my direction and I saw a fire burning in his eyes.

"You think this is all a game, don't you? Well guess what! It's not. We're adults now, I'm 26 and I'm going to marry her one day."

"Haven't set a date yet?" I smirked again and this time he groaned in frustration. "Funny how you've been engaged for 2 months but haven't bothered taking the time to set a date, don't you think?"

"You wanna know what I think?" He didn't wait for an answer as he went on: "I think it's none of your fucking business." He hissed before storming back inside the house. I sighed to myself. Part of me felt guilty for pushing his buttons... but the other told me I had to stop the both of us from making the biggest mistakes of our lives. I loved him... I had always known that... I had convinced myself that Liam was the one and Nick was just my past, my safety net. I had convinced myself that the only reason I had never moved on from him was because it was safe to go back to him, it was so familiar... So when Liam came along I took a chance to forget. Look how that worked out!

I knew that deep down in my heart, Liam wasn't the one for me. Sure I loved him, who wouldn't? He was a great guy and treated me like a princess (which I did not deserve). But I loved someone more than I loved him... more than I would love any other man ever again. I loved Nick Gray with all my heart and had never stopped.

December 31st

"Look what the New Year brought us!" I sneered as I watched Nick walk through the doors with his fake blond fiancée. Selena and Demi had set up the New Years Eve party at a club downtown. They had somehow convinced me to go and not let Nick stop me from having fun on such a night. They were right after all... why wouldn't I have fun because the love of my life was getting married to another woman without any remorse whatsoever? That was sarcasm in case you hadn't figured that out yet.

"At least she doesn't dye her hair all the colours of the rainbow." Nick rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed by my bitchy attitude. The fake blond was being distracted by Selena, something I was thankful for. I walked closer to Nick and put my hand on his chest before leaning towards his ear and whispering:

"No wonder she agreed to marry you. She doesn't know how bad you are in bed... poor girl, I pity her." I smirked as I watched his eyes widen and his eyes glaze over with a hard, cold stare, trying to mask what he was feeling inside. That was obviously a lie... Even though Nick was the only one I had ever given my body too, I knew that there wasn't anything better than the way he made me feel when he had showed me countless number of times just how much he loved me in the privacy of his studio. I knew no man would ever make me feel the way he had made me feel all through the end of adolescence and the beginning of adulthood.

I just knew what made him tick and hey it worked! But me being me... I felt bad. Hurting him out of bitterness was just pathetic. I sighed as I watched him place a kiss on his fiancée's forehead and head for the bathroom. I knew it was my cue to leave and that's exactly what I did: I slipped through the back doors of the club without anyone noticing and ran (as fast as my heels allowed) to my car. Slipping into the driver's seat I took a second to get my breathing under control and attempted to stop the crazy pumping of me heart. My heart rate was out of control... but was it because of the running or because reality had hit me in the face? The love of my life, the only man for me, was getting married to another woman. But was he really the man for me? He hadn't admitted to still being in love with me... yet he hadn't denied it. Same goes for me. Maybe Liam was the man for me after all? I knew I was just trying to convince myself, but what better solution did I have? At least Liam wasn't afraid to love me and tell the world!