Love That Lets Go
My eyes fluttered open at the shrill noise produced by my alarm clock, indicating it was time to for work. I couldn't help but groan as I slowly got up and hit the snooze button on the alarm.
The sleeping body next to me stirred in his sleep lightly due to my movement and I smiled a little when my gaze finally landed on him.
It was no one other than my lovely fiance, Nick Gray.
He looked so adorable sleeping like that; face pressed against the pillow, the curly mop of hair tangled up and the innocent expression on adorning his features. It was the sight that I had been waking up to every morning for the past three months and I loved it.
Sometimes, it was hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that I had finally found someone like him, who loves me unconditionally and makes me feel like I'm the happiest person alive. But the sparkling diamond engraved ring nestling on my finger was a reminded me that this was real, and not just an overwhelming fantasy.
Nick and I had been dating for a long time now, our relationship was kind of like the ones you see in the movies; Too good to be true. I loved him, and he loved me. I even lived with him! On my 24th birthday, Nick had asked me to move in with him.
And to think things couldn't get any better, On our 3rd anniversary, a little over a month ago, Nick had gotten down on one knee and asked me to be his bride.
"Where are you taking me?" Miley demanded with her eyes closed, as Nick dragged her by the hand to a place unknown.
"Shhh. Just trust me, and keep your eyes closed!" he replied, leading her into a dimly lit hall.
As soon as the couple entered the hall, a spotlight landed on the two of them.
"Okay, open your eyes now."
Miley opened her eyes, to find herself surrounded by partial darkness. She looked around once in the unfamiliar room.
Her eyes jolted back to her boyfriend, with a hint of confusion hidden behind those blue orbs.
Nick was still standing there, his eyes carefully awaiting for her response. But this time, he had a little velvet box in his hands. A box that looked oddly like one of those ring boxes.
Before Miley had time to react, Nick got down on one knee and opened the box, revealing a beautiful band of silver studded with a diamond.
Miley felt her breath hitch, this could not be happening!
"Miley Ray, I love you. And I promise to do that everyday, as long as I live. You're the most amazing girl I've ever met, and I want you to be the person I spend the rest of my life with. Will you marry me?" he said, wearing a nervous smile.
Miley gasped, a thousand things ran through her mind. Most of them were romantic, cheesy and others were dialogues she had heard people say In the movies, but somehow the only thing that could escape from her lips was:
"Yes."
Nick's nervous smile suddenly transformed into a triumphant one, as he got up and slowly took mileys hand to place the ring on her finger. Kissing each finger as he went along.
Miley blushed, everything seemed so surreal. And then, all of a sudden she felt Nick hands on either side of her face, pulling her into a soft yet absolutely amazing kiss.
Suddenly, the sound of people applauding and cheering filled the room and the surroundings lit up with bright sparkling lights.
Miley pulled away from the kiss to find the room full of people, people she knew!
All her friends, family and co-workers were there.
"What is this?" Miley nearly choking on her own spit, her eyes widening in awe and astonishment.
"Surprise! Welcome to our Engagement Party," Nick said slowly, draping an arm around her and pulling her into an heart warming embrace.
The mere thought of that night made me smile like a complete idiot. And it took me a few moments to fully snap out of my reverie and get out of bed to take my morning shower.
After a long, hot, relaxing shower, I got changed and stepped out of the bathroom to see Nick sitting on the bed, rubbing his eyes.
"Good morning," I greeted him with a small peck on the cheek and took a seat next to him on the edge of the bed, my wet hair dripping beads of water on to my shirt.
"Morning. What's the time?" he asked me, groggily.
"8 '0' clock! Now get up, I'll go make breakfast and you go take a shower!" I commanded, and kissed his cheek again.
He nodded, and stumbled towards the bathroom.
I watched him disappear behind the bathroom walls, and then made my way down to the kitchen. Pulling out all the ingredients for mine and Nicks breakfast.
A simple cup of coffee and a pack of biscuits for me, and a plate of eggs with coffee for Nick. The usual.
We had to get to the office by nine but considering the traffic in New York, we'd probably have to hurry up or we'd be late.
Nick and I worked for Cutting Edge Magazine, one of the leading magazines in the country. We were pretty happy with our jobs, because the salaries were enough to keep us content and it enabled us to stay together, even at work.
In fact, our jobs were the reason we met in the first place. Three years ago I got myself involved into a nasty argument with a fellow colleague, the guy got pretty angry at a statement I made but before things got any more uglier, Nick was there by my side, defending me like he's known me for years.
That was the first time I saw him, it felt like love at first sight. After that, we got talking, started hanging out and the rest was history. We got along so well together that it was like we were meant to be or something, which probably is the case, because hello! We're engaged, remember?
Pushing out the memories from the past from my head, I settled down on the table with my cup of coffee in hand. It didn't take long for Nick to appear.
"Mmm, something smells good." Nick sat next to me, pouring himself a delicious cup of coffee.
" Sleep well?"
"Yeah, I always sleep well when I'm with you." He replied, trying to be all cute so early in the morning. But hey, I wasn't complaining.
-x-
Approximately, 45 minutes later we were both dressed up and ready to leave.
We took Nicks car, even though I did own a separate car, I hardly took it to work. The need of taking two separate cars to one destination was unnecessary.
There was a traffic jam in the way, so there was a 15 minute delay. And as soon as the elevator door dinged open announcing we had reached our floor, we knew we were late.
"Damnit, we're late! Boss is going to throw a fit!" I half-panicked.
Nick let out a small chuckle and opened his mouth to say something but he was interrupted as a short mid aged women in killer heels made her way towards us.
That woman was no one other than our… lovely boss. Wrinkly, temperamental and rich; Donna Howard.
"Nicholas, your late!" she screeched, when she finally reached us.
"Yeah, uh, I got stuck in traffic.."
"Don't let it happen again," she said, and waved her hand in the air to dismiss the subject, "Anyway, I've got something for you, my niece is coming around the office today, and you need to take her interview! She is a model, and she has made her debut recently in acting by doing a movie that's releasing soon. I want you to interview her and make her look good, got it?" she instructed, professionally.
"Sure thing."
"Good, now stop wasting my time and get to work. You too, Riley!" she yelled, directing the last part towards me. She got my name wrong again. I d i o t.
"Its Miley" I said, for what seemed like the hundredth time.
She didn't seem to have heard me though, because she just walked away, yelling at other employees in the way.
"Whoa, seems like his niece is really something, She's extra bossy about getting this right today," Nick noted, as we walked to our respective workplaces.
"Nah, she's always like this"
Nick let out a small chuckle before turning serious again, "Ah, anyway. Better go and get started on my work, before she bites my head off."
"Good luck, I'll see you later. " I told him, smiling, and leaned up to kiss his cheek.
"Love you," he muttered once before walking away.
When I reached my desk, I saw Emily, a friend and colleague of mine sipping on her daily cup of coffee.
"Hey, Miles," She greeted, briefly looking at me over the top of her computer screen.
"Hi Ems, what are you doing?" I asked, as I settled my over-sized bag down, and sat on the black leather office chair.
Emily shrugged, "Nothing important. Boss wanted me to do an article on people with black hair, and how its so much better than other hair colors."
I let out a chuckle, "What? Don't you think that's kind of ridiculous?"
Emily let out a flustered sigh, "I know! And the worst part is that she wants me to even add something bad about blondes! I'm a blonde and I take offense to that!"
I chuckled again, guess Donna has finally lost it.
"But I guess it has something to do with her model niece or something, she has black hair, apparently" Emily said, continuing to type more things into her computer.
"Mmm, seems like she's really something. Boss flipped Nick off in the morning today, and told him to make his niece seem like some incredible person in the interview." I replied, turning on my computer and watching it wheeze to life in a few seconds.
"Nick's interviewing her? Oh, poor guy. I've heard she's a real bitch." Emily answered, with an almost concerned look on her face.
"Where'd you hear that?"
"I Google'd it." Emily said, with a laugh.
"She famous enough to be Google'd?" My expression was amused.
Emily laughed, "Apparently, Yeah. Here, take a look," She said, and typed in 'Mikayla Howard' on Google images.
Hundred of pictures popped open, almost all of them showed a attractive black-haired girl in either a short dress or something incredibly revealing, plastering a huge smile on her face.
"She's kind of pretty," I pointed out.
"Yeah, I bet she has gotten loads of plastic surgeries, its pretty common with them Hollywood people. And plus, she looks like a skank." Emily said, in an almost bitter tone.
I let out a laugh, "What? You don't like her?"
"Of course I don't! Because of her I'm stuck doing a stupid article on how black hair is better than blonde, as if that's even true!" She whined, and then turned back to her computer again, closing the tab about Mikayla.
I shook my head with another laugh and then turned to my own computer, to get started on todays task.
….
A few hours later, I decided to take a break. My work for today was almost done, anyway.
I decided I'd go see Nick, because that's usually what I do when I take a break, or get done with my work early.
I went up to him, and saw him sitting idle on a leather couch. I decided to sneak up from behind him.
"Hi," I said, lightly tapping his back.
"Hey," he replied, looking shocked but evidently pleased to see me, "What are you doing here?"
I shrugged, and took a seat on his lap, "I got done early, today. So I decided I'd come see you."
Nick smiled, "Well, I'm glad you came. Because apparently Miss-whatever-her-name-is decided to make a un-fashionably late entrance. She still hasn't showed up!" His voice turned annoyed towards the end.
"Oh," I sympathized, "Her names Mikayla, by the way."
"Seems like you know more about her than I do," Nick chuckled, and took one of my hands in his.
"Yeah, I kind of stalked her on Google," I admitted with a small laugh.
Suddenly, the booming laughter of our boss came from behind the door followed by a delicate chuckle of a girl.
I got off Nicks lap, which was really comfortable I might add, and we both stood up.
The sound of heels clanking against the floor filled the room and the girl strutted forth towards Nick, with Donna following her.
"Nick! Here she is, Mikayla. The next best thing." Donna hollered with a proud grin splattered across her face.
Nick nodded, "Hello, I'm Nick. I'm going to be interviewing you."
"Good to know, Nick."
I took a good look at her as the little exchange took place in front of my eyes and I had to admit, she was pretty. Her long black hair was perfectly straightened and styled, her makeup was nicely done and she dress fitted her just right. And not too mention the killer heels that looked like they were meant to be there. One word: flawless.
But then her eyes landed on me, probably wondering who the hell am I.
I cleared my throat and extended out my hand, "Hi, My names Miley."
She looked at me weirdly and then turned to my boss, "I thought this was supposed to be a private interview, what is this girl doing here?" She snapped, in a hushed tone but just loud enough for me to hear.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm just leaving." I said, quickly, in hopes of avoiding another lecture from my boss.
"Then, leave." She said with an eye roll.
Geez, diva much?
I stole a glance at Nick, who passed me a apologetic smile and made my way towards the door.
But just before I stepped out, I heard Mikayla's voice fill the room, a rather flirtatious tone if you ask me, "So Nick, how about we get to know each other a little better before we start this thing.."
I have a feeling today's going to be a long, long day…
-x-
The next day when I woke up, the first thing I saw was Nick. His face pressed on the pillow, his hair all messed up, and he was wearing the same clothes he wore to work yesterday.
To be perfectly honest, he looks adorable. Sleeping like that. But, then memories of yesterday came flooding back to me.
Last night, Nick didn't come home from work. I tried calling him a couple of times, but all I got as a response was "almost done" or "on the way." Lies, of course. He didn't come home till somewhere round one-ish, though. I was already sleeping, but I do remember a hazy figure collapsing on the bed, next to me.
I was kind of pissed that he came home so late, I don't know why. I know work is important. But, something about the fact that he was working with that new chick… it just didn't sound right. She seemed way too interested in him…
Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those people who think every female is out to steal their boyfriends, No I'm definitely not like that. But, its just.. Nick has never really worked so late before.. and with Mikayla as a companion.. It just didn't fit.
Or maybe that's just a product of my wild imagination. Yeah, that's probably it. I'm just over-reacting.
I shook the thought way and slowly unwrapped myself from the sheets. Without bothering to wake Nick up, since he was working late last night, I proceeded towards the bathroom take a shower to clear my mind and then get started with the rest of the days activities.
I was chewing on my breakfast and staring at the open newspaper in front of me when he finally woke up.
"Good morning," I heard him say from behind me.
"Hey," I answered, not bothering to look up from my plate.
"God, I'm so tired" He complained, taking a seat next to me and himself a cup of coffee.
"Why did you come home so late last night?" I said, asking the question that had been burning in my throat ever since this morning.
"Oh, Um.. I had a lot to do." He replied. I noticed the lack of details and automatically grew more curious.
"Like? Taking an interview doesn't really take that long." I stated, it came out more bluntly then I had intended.
"Yeah, I know. But boss wanted me to get to know Mikayla a little better before doing the actual interview. Uh, the interview is actually today." He explained, grabbing the newspaper that I was previously 'reading' and flipping to the sports section.
"So, if you didn't work yesterday, what exactly did you do?" I didn't mean to sound too nosy but I was genuinely curious.
"I got to know Mikayla a little better, and later we went out for dinner and a walk." He said, not taking his eyes off the paper and taking a sip of his coffee.
"Oh," I muttered. A dinner and a walk? The thought made my stomach twirl uncomfortably but I didn't ask anymore questions. Because, one, I trusted Nick and I knew him too well to be suspicious over this, and two, I simply didn't wanna know.
"She's pretty cool." He said after a while, smiling to himself.
I just stared a him like a complete idiot, for a full minute, before shrugging it off and getting up from the table to throw away the remains of my breakfast. Because, suddenly, I wasn't hungry anymore.
-x-
About an hour later, we both were at the gates of our office. Nick told me he might be working late again, because of the interview thing with Mikayla. Guess I'm eating dinner alone again tonight..
Nick and I had our hands intertwined when I saw someone walking towards our direction.
"Niiick!" A high pitched tone squealed.
Nick let go of my hand, and practically ran forward to hug the raven haired girl.
"M-kay! Your early?" He grinned.
M-kay? What the hell?He already had a nick name for her? And not even a good one at that.
" Yeah, I couldn't wait to see you. I had soo much fun last night!" Mikayla answered, mirroring his expression.
"Me, too. So you ready to get started with the interview?" Nick asked, he seemed rather excited.
"More than ready!"
"Good, I'll see you in fifteen minutes,"
I just stood there awkwardly. Feeling like a total outsider, he didn't even introduce me?
Not that I wanted to be introduced to her, but I just wanted her to know I'm Miley, Nicks fiancé and that she can get her mind out of the gutter about her thoughts about Nick.
…Wait! I do sound like an over obsessive girlfriend. Gah!
I'm back with a new story. :) Hahah, I know I should first complete all my previous ones before starting a new one but its just… so… tempting.=P
I've been wanting to write this story since.. forever. I had this chapter, along with a few others, written since a few months but I never posted it. O.o but yeah, anyway, this chapter kind of sucks but the story will start to pick up in the next one. Leave me a review and tell me if this is something worth doing or not? :)
And oh, HOLY EFFING SHIT! All the niley news that has been flying around lately? =D Yayayayay! & is it just me or have they been extra smiley lately? Like, even nick! Tell me what you think about all of it in your review.:D
xoxo