Hey guys! I got some requests from people to turn this into a story. I decided not to but i'm going make it into a two-shot. Oh yeah! So heres my little creation. Have fun with it.
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Summary- Is it fair to make me do this Nick? No. - N I L E Y -
No ones POV...
She paced around that floor for hours. And all he could do was watch her. Even in her angry state she shone like a star. But, of course he was biased towards her. He always had been. Even at the age of twelve. When he first saw her picture in that magazine. In all her beauty. That's how he looked at her now, like a beautiful creature sent to earth. For him? He wished that she was. He pretended she was. That the only purpose of her existence was to complete him. That his only purpose was to complete her life. Just like she completed his. He kicked himself for even thinking that they were destined. Soul mates. Just thrown on the wrong paths of life. Opposite paths. One that didn't steer towards each other. And he wished that he could perhaps bend his. Fit it into hers. Place them together in a world that was constantly pushing them apart. They were like two magnets. They would never fit just they way he wanted them to. But, at least for now they were in the same room together. And, for that, he would be gracious. For at least being able to spend time with her. Albeit not the way in which he would like to. "You're gonna burn a hole in the floor if you keep walking around like that" he spoke to her. She stopped and turned towards him in a dizzying flash. Her cobalt eyes pierced through his.
"Really?" she asked politely. Her voice was strained. She was holding it back. So tightly. It was almost painful for him. He cowered back. Into that deep leather sofa. "Really, Nick?"
"Uhhh..." he stammered. He was scared. Of her? No. Definitely not. Of what she could do? Hell yes. "...I'm sorry?" he attempted to apologize. He didn't like it when they fought. It saddened him to even think of all the times she had been forced to scream at him. Because of him. Because of what he was. A boy. Madly in love. Well, madly in lust. Then. When he'd first met her. In the flesh. And not in his weird little fantasies. Not that they'd become anything other than fantasies. Because his life had been complete with her. For two years his life had been her.
"You're sorry? You're sorry? Well, I'm sorry Nick but that just doesn't cut it right now." she whispered. Eyes down. Hair in all arrays.
"What will?"he asked. Worried about her well-being. About her in general.
"It's not that easy. Just give me time, okay? I think i need to be alone." She spoke. Her eyes connected with his and he saw that anguish brooding there. He nodded. She smiled and walked out.
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It had been two days. Two long, insufferable days without her. Her. The object of his dreams and all desires for the past decade. A decade. 3650 days. 21900 hours. And 13140000 minutes. All spent thinking about one girl. One girl that filled his every want and need to a 'T'. She was perfect. In her own way. She made mistakes. And was gracious enough to apologize. She was humble. Noble. An all-round american girl. Stuck in a world of cameras and botox. Stuck in a world that was unnatural. He wanted things to be simple. Fun. To be like when they were kids. When the only thing that mattered was what you would say if her dad asked what you were going to do to his little girl. He never did anything. Never stepped out of the clear boundary lines set. By both of their fathers. But that didn't matter anymore. He worried about what he was going to say when her father asked when the new song would be written and why his daughter was crying when she came home last time. Truth is he didn't know. She was independent. Alone. Bun not lonely. Like others would believe. He knew her. Like the others didn't. Inside and out. From head to toe. He knew she was going through the same thing as he was. Crying when she went to bed. And crying when she woke up.
But though he knew her. He'd been surprised by her reaction this time. Her reaction to the situation they found themselves in. Again. He got close. So close. Then she would panic. Disappear. Then return four days later with an extra stamp in her passport. Two days. 48 hours of not having her near him. Not having her beside him. Not having her...
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"Dude, you're just gonna have to live with the fact that she's got problems!" His brother screamed from across the yard. Perfectly visible on the horizon. Playing catch with his girlfriend. His older brother agreed.
"It's not healthy to stare at a picture of the girl. Learn to deal with the problems that arise. Not brood over them."
"Would you guys just quit it? I've been best friends with the girl for ten years! Ten years guys. You know that? ...I know her. I know everything about her. Things she did. Things she's doing. Hell, things she's going to do. It's not like her to just back down at the first hurdle." he said. Anger spilt out. Hissing the words from his mouth.
"Maybe you knew her! Nick people change. Maybe she did." His older brother expressed.
"Nah, not her. And not without realizing it. I would have seen it happen." He answered.
"Maybe not bro. She's a girl. It could happen. These things often do with women. Us men are stable. Secure. Manly." his brother shouted.
"Sorry Joey. But I'm not taking advice from someone who lets his girlfriend paint his toenails!" he shouted right back.
"Hey! Baby? What the hell?"
"Whoops. I love you Joey."
"She's been gone for a full week. She's usually back by now." he whispered.
"Maybe she's taking her time. 'Know. Relaxing." his brother replied.
"She has to come back. I mean, she has too."
"What if she doesn't?" his brother asked.
"I guess I'm screwed." he replied...
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His brothers were beginning to annoy him. Pacing around him. Consoling him when she didn't call. Placing words of comfort in his ear that he didn't want. Didn't need. He would survive without her. Maybe. Because truth was, he loved her too damn much to walk away. Love. That word he was scared to tell her out loud. But could say as easily as his alphabet to himself. What was wrong with him? Could it be that it wasn't to be? That he didn't love her? That maybe he lusted after her? No. He wouldn't question himself. Not when it came to her. That single ray of light in his life. The reason he hadn't given up a long time ago. The reason he went to her parents house in Tennessee that time. That time in the tree house. The one where they'd spent six hours talking about nonsense. About the stars and the moon. About them and about the other woman. His only regret in life. Dating Selena was the biggest mistake. Niether wanted the other. Only publicity was the contributing factor. He became content with her. But she wasn't his life. His soul. His soul was, at that moment, somewhere in the middle of Ireland. Taking a break. And he didn't know what to do.
It had been a month since he has seen her. One full empty dreary month. Maybe it was time to finally give up....
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He sat in that same room as before. The push leather couch still in place. Him on top of the back rest. Staring as she paced. She had come back today. 3 months later. But she was still pacing. Frantically. Scared out of her own mind. Scaring him too. And although he was afraid for her. He only could think of one thing. How beautiful she really was in that moment in time. Walking in circles across the bedroom floor. His hands at his mouth kept the sigh inaudible. He should have expected this. This pacing. Situations like this were not her forte. She dealed with things that didn't affect the heart. "It's not a terrible situation...we knew it would happen sometime D" he whispered to her.
She spun around looking at him. Staring. "I think it is" she whispered back. Innocently. Child-like.
"Your gonna be fine. You know that. You've got me." he reassured her.
"What if you don't want me?" she cried. "What if you become bored with me and leave?" He got up from the sofa and cross the room to the frantic girl. His girl.
"Listen to me. I'll. Always. Want. You. I always have. Trust me. There's not gonna be an expiatory date on this. You and me. Forever and always. Remember?" he asked. She cried and nodded. "Always remember that when you think of me. It's always gonna be you and me"
"Is it fair to make me do this Nick?" she asked. "Is it fair to make me feel upset and confused and happy and full of glee all at the same time? Is that fair to me?"
"No" he said. "But please, D. Please trust me on this one. We're together now for good. No going back."
"I trust you" she whispered. He laughed quietly.
"Good. Are you ready for this?" he asked. She hugged him. And buried her face in his chest.
"No" she mumbled.
"We're gonna have to get ready." he told her. "We've only got about a month."
"I know....." she whispered into his chest. The vibrations made him feel good.
"We should tell people..."
"I think they'll know by now" she told him. She looked into his eyes. Her blue eyes boring into his. Those eyes that he saw reflecting behind his eyelids.
"Maybe. But it might be nice to announce it" he said. His hand fell to her stomach. Her bump. Their baby inside. "Wouldn't you think Mrs. Jonas?"
"MmmmmHmmmm"
Giggle. Oh you all thought it was going to be a serious ending! Ahaa. Okay....rate and review please xxxxxxxx
