Author's Note: This is my first HM/NILEY story. Please review, I'm still kind of new to this site and reviews help me get better! Thank you!
Summary: She tried to be happier, but it wasn't working. NILEY Based off the song Happier by A Fine Frenzy.
Disclaimer: I don't own, etc, etc.
Quick kid quips, so harsh and cynical
That's all he is. Always yelling at me when I didn't do what he wanted me to do.
What a transformation to behold, But I don't like this new, I want the old
I didn't really want to dye my hair black, but what else was I gonna do? Just sit there and let Nick think that just because we were broken up I would still do whatever he said? He's wrong. I don't belong to him. I don't belong to anybody. But it's not like I like this. I wish we could go back. Back to the time that we were happy together. Not when all the fights started. I want to go back.
It's not the words that make it final, You've said such things before to rival them, But it's how you say 'em now that's changed, Cold but sympathetic all the same
I still can't believe that night. The night he broke up with me. I remember the exact words he said, "Miley, I'm not sure this is working out for me. I think we should take a break." He'd threatened me with that before, during our most heated arguments. But this time it was different. I knew he meant it. He expected me to break down, but I didn't. At least not on the outside. On the inside I was a wreck, but he would never see that. I would never let him think he had power over me.
All to convince me that I'll be better off, So you go on and I'll be happier
He tried to convince me. He said, "I'm not the kind of guy that you need. We just aren't right." Aren't right? Yeah right. Whenever something was up, one of us would call the other and help each other through the pain. But he doesn't need that anymore. I can be happy. I'll show him. He'll go on, being miserable, and I'll be way happier than I ever was with him. I'll make sure the he and the whole world knows that.
Say what you mean, what you mean, Is you'll be happier without me
That's what he really meant that night. He didn't mean that I'd be happier, he meant that HE would be happier. No longer having to be tied down. No girlfriend calling him saying that she misses him. No nothing. On the inside, he'll be happier. I'm miserable. But I can't let him think that. I can't let him think that I'm breaking down. I won't be burned again.
So you go on and I'll be happier
He went on and seems to be happier. I'm trying to be. I'm really trying to be happier. But it's hard.