I promise you I'm not dating that model girl.

There was a text. A text from him. They haven't spoken since the whole Wedding Bells escapade that ended with her yelling at him how dare you do this to me when I'm finally happy, when all she really meant was why do you have to do this now when I can't do anything about it. That was nearly two months ago and she's been fingering the buttons on her phone far too many times for her own good.

And now he has reached out to her, letting her know something she really shouldn't care less about, which is ironical with the way her chest floods with relief upon reading his words.

Why do you think I care?

She replies, well aware of the fact that she's being unnecessary harsh on him, but it's either that or telling him that's good, because I don't want you with anyone else but me which would be highly inappropriate considering she's getting married in less than eight months. But the thing with him is that he has the most impromptu way of weaseling his way into her life, over and over again. It shouldn't be as easy as singing a song about how he doesn't want to love if it isn't her and that he wants to try one last time, but it is. Every fucking time he wants her back, she falls for it, because she is that stupid. But that's not going to happen this time, because they aren't seventeen anymore, they are adults and adults know better.

I don't…I just thought you should know, I saw some things online about me not being serious with Wedding Bells because I'm already moving on, but I'm not. I just thought you should know that I still mean every word.

He is so freaking unfair, saying those things, being so incredibly sweet, but at the same time a fucking douche bag for dumping everything like that on her. She resists the urge to throw her phone at the wall with all her strength and instead lets stupid frustrated tears make its way down her cheeks. Even to this day he can still make her cry. Pathetic.

Well you know what, if you text it, I'll delete it. Seriously, we aren't teenagers anymore and you can't just send me a text thinking I will care or forgive you or whatever.

With that she takes her iPod and lies down on her bed with her earphones in, blaring every sad song she has ever heard and tries her best to push Nick Jonas out of her head. It isn't as if he answered her text anyway.

About hundred songs later and a nap, she's sitting cross-legged on her bed, watching Grey's Anatomy reruns with a box of Chinese takeout and a can of Diet Coke. Just as she is about to change the channel, the doorbell rings. Which is weird, seeing as she hasn't invited anyone over and Liam isn't supposed to come home until in about two weeks. She wipes her hands on her sweatpants and paddles to the door, feeling her jaw drop to her floor at the sight of the person standing on her porch.

"…Nick?" She attempts, trying to regain composure, failing quite heavily, making him smirk, albeit shyly but still. She hates that damn smirk. Ahh, who is she kidding, she loves it, he looks adorable, well, maybe not adorable as when he was fifteen and had the most unruly afro, but adorable as in Nick Jonas adorable with chapped lips, baby soft looking skin and twinkling eyes.

"Hi Miley."

"…Excuse me if I may sound rude, but what are you doing here?" She says, feign indifference, which he probably sees right through with the way his eyes sparkle with amusement.

"Well, you told me if I texted it, you would delete it so…here I am."

"I get that…but what could you possibly have to say, that hasn't been said already?" She sighs tiredly, not really in the mood to have another screaming match with him, preferably not on her doorstep, that would create some headlines tomorrow, for sure.

"I-..I just want to…could you let me in?" He at least has the decency to look a little flustered at her sharp ways, which she realize now he didn't expect, making him even more frustrated with him. Even so, she runs a hand through her short hair and steps aside, letting him walk in before she closes the door.

"So, lay it on me. What more could you say that I don't already know?" She crosses her arms over her chest and stares him down, making him rub his neck nervously in that stupid way that makes her stomach squirm.

"I love you."

"You…what?" Out of all the things he could have possible said, those three words were so far from possible, at least in her mind, she is certain she must have heard wrong.

"I love you, I've loved you for over seven years now and I just…I'm never going to stop, there's no one else for me, you're it and I know you know it, just as much as you know I wasn't kidding when we we're fifteen and used to talk about when we would get married and what we would name our kids…I still want all those things, you don't even know how much, I love you more than anything else." Her legs feel shaky and she's sure they're going to give out any second if she doesn't grab onto something, so she latches onto the door, clutching at it with her fingers. She almost doesn't dare to meet his eyes, doesn't want to see the emotion dancing in them, but she does it anyway and they're still the same most beautiful pools of chocolate brown she has ever seen. She swallows the big lump building up in her throat and searches her brain for anything to say to the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to her. The only thing she can come up with is frustration of it having to be Nick out of all people, he always seems to get the trophies in her life, the guy that hurt her the most, the first guy she kissed, the guy she's hated more than anyone else but at the same time…the guy that has always loved her the most.

"Miley, please say something…" He begs, sounding desperate and nervous about laying all of his feelings out on the table and not getting anything in return. She knows it must kill him, because if there is anything Nick Jonas doesn't do, that's show weakness and vulnerability, it's almost as if he doesn't want anyone to know he is indeed mortal like everyone else.

"I…I'm sorry, I can't say it back." Her whole body screams at her to take it back, to tell him she loves him to, so much that it's ridiculous, but it's too late. She freaking met with a wedding planner last week. She can't back out now, especially with the song and with everything, having a wedding in the US and one with Liam's family in Australia…there's just too much and she hates herself for telling him no, but she hates him more for being this late. But she can't tell him that, because she has to pretend that she doesn't care and that she's happy without him, happier than she ever was when she was his.

"What? No! I know you feel it too, I can see it in your eyes, please, Miley-" He begs frantically, making tears burn at her eyelids, tears that she refuses to let him see.

"I don't. I'm sorry, I don't love you and I'm getting married, I'm finally happy Nick…" She chokes, albeit with the calmest voice she has ever used. She has to do this, he has to leave or else she is never going to be able to move on. She looks at where he is standing, with his mouth hanging open a little bit, staring at his shoes with this almost nauseous look plastered on his face. It's clear that he's fighting off tears, not wanting to seem like a wimp who cries, even though he is the most sensitive guy she knows.

Neither of them says anything for a while, a few minutes passing by, before he shakes his head and swallows. "Well then…uhm, I'll be going. Just…I'm glad you're happy, you deserve it. Eh…so, goodbye."

He nods curtly, turns around and walks out of the door, out of her life, no doubt for the last time.

So hello everyone looking at this, I'm new to this site, so I apologise in advance if I've done anything wrong or posted in a weird place or something.

Anyway, I've been writing fanfiction at JBFA for quite some time, but recently started writing Nick/Miley, IDK why, I think they're cute together, I guess.
So hopefully if you like this, you would be kind enough to let me know. There is a part two of this, as you can see. I promise you there will be a happy ending"

Also, I've written another oneshot were Miley sees Nick suck at Pictionary on Ellen and decides to text him about it and one thing lead to another...:-) So let me know if you would be interested in reading that! Thank you for checking out my work. Have a good day/night, depending on where you are. :) xx