Love That Lets Go
Chapter Two
After completing my work for the day, I practically ran out the office doors. Today had been a weird day, and I couldn't wait for it to be over with.
I unlocked Nicks car, and put the keys in the ignition. He had told me to take his car, and that he would catch a ride with someone else.
I decided not to go back home so soon. Nick was working late again and I didn't want to stay home alone all myself and depress myself by thinking what Nick must be doing with his new found friend.
So, drove myself to a friends place. And not just any friend, my best friend since high school;
"Miley!" Demi squealed in her typical fashion when I finally made it to her house and met me in a tight hug.
"Hey," I mirrored her smile, "how have you been?"
"How have I been? How have YOU been? Its like you've forgotten all about me ever since you got engaged." She shook her and tried to fake an angry tone but the huge grin spread across her lips gave it all away.
"Sorry, I've just been busy…" I smiled in return, a slightly apologetic one.
She let out a chuckle, "I was messing with you, hun."
"I know."
"So," she started as she walked over to her couch and pulled me down on it, "how's the husband to be?" she asked, nudging me softly with her elbow. The grin growing wider each second.
Did I mention how Demi was just about the biggest fan of Nick and I's relationship? When Nick asked me to marry him, Demi was possibly ten times more excited than me and not to mention the fact that she even gave us a couple name. A freaking couple name. Talk about ridiculous! But then again, this was just one of the many reasons I loved this girl to pieces.
"He's… uh, busy with his work." I replied, not really in the mood to talk about Nick.
Demi's face scrunched up for a second and she shot me a worried glance before asking;
"What's wrong?" She said it so plainly, like she could read me like a book or something, which I'm pretty sure she could.
"Nothing." I shrugged.
"You two fighting or something?" She softly touch my arm, reassuring me that she would be there if I needed her.
"No, he's just a little busy right now. That's all." I told her with a shake of the head; at least it wasn't a lie. A half truth but not a whole lie.
Demi rolled her eyes, "Mi, don't lie to me."
"Look, dem, can we please not talk about him right now?" I sighed and shot her a pleading look. I came here to get my mind off of him and the last thing I wanted to do was think about it all over again.
And plus, if we did talk about him, what was I supposed to say? We weren't really fighting. And if I said I didn't like the person he hanging out with, I would sound like a clingy psychotic girlfriend. Which I'm not.
"Okay," she said finally, her tone was softer now, "but if you ever need to talk, I'm here, okay?"
I nodded in return and smiled at her concern.
"Right, so, since you're already here, I'm not letting you leave now. Obviously. We're going to have a sleep over. And Oh, I got the new season of-" She started rambling at top speed, already forgotten all about Nick. See why I love this girl so much?
Six and a half episodes of our favorites tv show and two tubs of ice-cream later, we were both exhausted. I had texted nick to let him know I'm sleeping over at demi's so he wouldn't freak out. Demi was already fast asleep on the bed, with her mouth slightly agape and saliva rolling down the sides. I debated on whether to snap a picture of this and blackmail her for the rest of her life or not. I ended up deciding against it, she had once again proved to be great friend tonight. I wouldn't blackmail her. Not today at least….
So, I just got up and turned off the tv and slipped into the covers next to Demi, wandering off into a dreamless sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I was cranky as hell because of the total four hours of sleep I consumed last night. I'm a girl and I need my beauty sleep!
I lazily stumbled out of bed, made my way towards Demi's kitchen. After a quick bowl of Corn flakes, I stalked over to Demi's closet and borrowed a pair of her jeans and a shirt.
Skipping the morning shower, I simply hopped in the car and rove myself to work. I probably looked like shit, but who cares?
Once inside the office doors, I was greeted by Nick.
"Mi, I missed you!" He told me, his holding me in his arms.
Sheesh, it hadn't even been a full twenty-four hours and he was acting like he'd been away from me for days... but, then again.. I couldn't say I didn't like it. Its been a while since Nick told me he missed me or anything of the sort.
"Missed you too, babe. When did you get home last night?" I asked, pulling away from the hug but Nick refused to let go of me fully. One of his hands were still wrapped around my waist, holding me securely into place.
"Late," he muttered, sounding tired, "the house looked so empty without you. I swear..."
"Aw, but I'm here now."
"I know," he smiled, a slightly crooked smile and leaned down to capture my lips with his. I readily kissed him back, and felt him smile when I did.
We were both fully aware that our little display of affection was taking place in an office full of people but we didn't care. But just before it started to get a bit more intense, he pulled away half heartedly and laid his forehead against mine.
"I hate sleeping without you." He said, childishly.
I couldn't help but smile like a complete and utter idiot at his simple statement. Can you say whipped?
I hugged him in response.
He smiled and took my hand, and guided me towards his office. "So, I was thinking, we should really take a vacation."
"Vacation?" surprise colored my tone, "Whoa, Nick. What brought all this on?" I asked him, half playfully, half serious.
"I don't know, I guess I just wanna relax a bit and spend some time with you without stressing about work." He shrugged and sat on his office chair, pulling me down on his lap.
"Hm, okay," I turned my head to look at him, "where do you plan on going?" I asked, planting a small kiss on the tip of his nose.
"Texas, maybe? Mom was telling me about how she hasn't seen us in a long while."
"That sounds nice. Do you think we'll get enough days off, though? Donna doesn't believe in having a life outside the office, you know.." I told him with a laugh.
"I'll talk to her, we deserve a break."
"Okay, so when do we leave?" My tone grew excited as I said the words. I had met Nicks family several times, but mostly it was here in New York. I had only been to his former home a few times. So naturally, I was excited.
"I don't know, how does next week sound?"
"Perfect, the earlier the better." I exclaimed and he smiled at my excitement.
"Yeah, " he chuckled, and then leaned forward to kiss me again.
The moment his lips touched mine, all my previous worries about our relationship went flying out the window. I couldn't believe just a couple of hours ago, I had been so paranoid about the fact that he was possibly not interested in me anymore. But right now, the attention he was showering me with made me certain that he loved me, as I loved him.
It was perfect.
The rest of the day went by in a blur. I had a ton of work to do so I didn't get the chance to see Nick again for more than a few minutes. And when the clock stroked five, I was practically rushing out the doors and meeting Nick in front of his car.
"Hi," he greeted me and pulled me in a hug.
"We riding together today?" I asked him, with a grin.
He nodded, and took the keys from my hand, "I'll drive."
"Didn't you bring my car to work today?" I asked as I slipped into the car.
"No, I took a cab." He told me, taking a seat and inserting the keys into the ignition.
"Why?"
"Because if I brought your car, I'd have to drive home separately, and I didn't want to be away from you anymore than necessary." He gave me a lopsided grin.
"That, or you were just being stingy and saving up gas money." I joked with a laugh.
He smiled at my pathetic attempt at humor before speaking again; "so, I spoke to Donna about the days off."
"Really? What did she say?" came my automatic reply.
"She was uh.. rather.." he paused, struggling to find the right words, "..difficult at first but then she finally agreed. Three days plus the weekend." He announced and grinned proudly.
"Really? Oh that's perfect!" I exclaimed and the biggest smile adorned my lips.
"I'm glad you're excited."
A few moments passed and we drove in comfortable silence, my mind was too preoccupied by thoughts of going to on a vacation with Nick, but then he spoke up, pulling me out of my reverie.
"Before I forget, I want you to know that we're invited to a party tonight." He said.
"A party?" I repeated, not sounding to excited. Don't get me wrong, I love a good party every once in a while but I was kind of hoping to stay in and spend friday night with Nick.
"Yeah, its Mikaylas launch party and Donna insisted that I should come."
"Oh, uh.. so why am I going?" I asked, remembering when Mikayla rudely told me to leave when I saw her for the first time. Considering that little incident, I doubt she'd want me at her party when I wasn't even invited.
"You're going with me," he said, and reached out his free hand to grab mine.
"I don't know if…" I started off, uncertainly.
"I'm taking you with me. Please don't make me go alone." He plead. His tone was so soft that I couldn't bring myself to say no.
"Alright." I gave in with a sigh and a smile immediately grew on his lips.
"Okay." I gave in with a sigh, and a huge smile graced his lips.
"Thank you," he said, sweetly and gave my hand a little squeeze before continuing, "plus, I also want to introduce you to Mikayla, I have a feeling you will get along great with her."
I just shrugged as he pulled over in front of our apartment.
Nick and I arrived the party at 9. Despite my several pleas on going a bit late, Nick insisted that we should arrive right on time, he said something like making an impression or whatever.
I was clad in a simple white knee-high dress, and matching strappy heels, Nick on the other hand had gone a bit too far and was wearing his best designer tux. He looked great though, so you don't really hear me complaining.
The party was held in some kind of fancy hall, and it was full of fancy-looking people. Most of them were models I'd recognized from magazine covers, and I'm pretty sure I saw editor in chief of Elle magazine roaming around somewhere here. It was all too over-whelming, I now understood Nicks point on dressing up.
Now, you probably think that as a magazine journalist I'm probably used to all these parties and what not, but actually, I try to avoid going to parties much. My position at Cutting Edge isn't that important, and I usually don't get invited to parties much, if I do, I politely decline.
You might be thinking why I don't like parties, any sane person would, right?
Well.. Okay, confession time!
Two years ago when I first debuted as a intern at Cutting Edge, I was invited to this huge party that was held in some fancy yacht. I, being freshly out of college and still inexperienced, went completely berserk. I was so over whelmed by all the wonderful decorations, the lighting, the people and everything that I accidently tripped my own feet, causing my glass of wine to spill on a middle aged lady and completely ruining her dress. It turns out she was the one who threw the party and as a result I got insulted by the weird middle-aged, almost-wrinkly woman and kicked out due to my lack of etiquette. I never completely understood why though, I mean, it was just an accident. Get over it!
But, anyway, after that I kind of developed a weird phobia of going to fancy parties, I didn't trust my hand-to-eye coordination and didn't want any un-wanted insults thrown towards my way. So yeah, no parties for me. Simple as that.
But here I am today, with my wonderful fiancé at my side, at a party. I'm not exactly having fun but I have to admit one thing; I'm not really concerned about embarrassing myself in some way or the other right now, because as cheesy as this might sound, with Nick at my side, nothing could be that bad.
"Do you want a drink?" Nick asked me after a while. I nodded and he dragged me towards the bar.
"What can I get you two?" the bartender asked us.
"I'll have a margarita," I said, while Nick ordered himself a White Russian.
After a few short moments, the bartender slid our drinks towards us and I picked mine up, bringing it towards my mouth to take a sip.
"Your not bored, are you?" Nick asked me.
I shook my head, "no, it's actually kind of fun." I lied easily, just to not make him feel bad. But truth be told, I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.
"It'll get better, I promise." He said, calling my bluff easily.
"Did you meet up with Donna yet?"
"Err, no. Actually, she and Mikayla are yet to arrive." He told me, taking a sip out of his drink.
"Oh."
Just then, the lights went out and darkness filled the room, only to be replaced by a narrow beam of light. The spotlight was on a girl, the girl of the night: Mikayla. She was greeted by a round of applause and joyful laughter. She did a little twirl and held out her hands to quiet the audience.
"I'm so glad you all came to my party today, ever since I've been a little girl, it has been my dream to be an actress. And here I am today, making my debut. My modeling career has been enormously successful so far and I truly hope that my acting career goes just as well. I hope you all will see my work and appreciate the countless effort I put into it and-" after a while of her rambling, I realized I had just tuned her out. Her speech was boring in my opinion, but I must say, I was impressed by the fact that she is capable of putting together more than a coherent sentence. Or maybe it was just scripted. Either way, I don't really care.
I surveyed the hall full of people, most of them were listening to her speech intently, including Nick.
After a few moments, the room was filled was applause again. And I guessed her speech had ended.
Nick ushered me towards the direction of the raven haired girl, insisting that I'd love her when he introduces us.
When we finally reached her, she was surrounded by a group of people but the moment her eyes landed on Nick, she came rushing towards us.
"Niick! You made it!" She said, holding back a squeal and grinning ear to ear.
"I told you I would." He replied, his expression holding the same amount of excitement.
I let out a small cough, feeling sort of awkward. Nick immediately caught on.
"Mikayla, I wanted you to meet Miley," he said and gestured towards me with a huge smile on his face, "my fiancé."
"Oh," Mikaylas expression was un-readable. I couldn't really tell if she was pissed or if she just didn't really care at all. "This is the girl you mentioned earlier?"
"Yeah, isn't she something?" Nick replied, grinning. I awkwardly shifted my weight, obviously unaware of the conversation they had about me earlier.
Mikaylas gaze lingered on me for a short moment, like she was assessing me or something. And then she spoke up; "She's.. ordinary. I don't see why you find her so special." She said blatantly, as if I wasn't even there.
"Oh, just wait till you get to know her." Nick replied, confidently. I didn't really understand why he was so determined for us to get to 'know' each other.
"Yeah, yeah.." Mikayla said, waving her perfectly buffed fingers in the air to dismiss the topic.
Nick shot me a quiet glance, like he wanted me to strike up a conversation with her or something.
"So, uh, I like your dress." I said to Mikayla. This was quite the only thing I could come up with; talk about quick thinking. Not.
She let a joyful chuckle, "Of course, darling. Its designer." She said the word like it was sacred or something. "Though, I'm afraid I cant say the same about you. Where did you buy this old rag? The buy-one-get-two-free store?" She said, chuckling again at her stupid comment.
A wave of self consciousness washed through me. Did I really look bad? Nick quickly cut in before I could retort.
"Well, I think you both look gorgeous, no matter what you're wearing." He said, passing me a reassuring smile.
"Whatever." Mikayla replied in that same i-don't-really-care tone, "Anyway Nick, there are some people I'd like you meet. People who can do great things for you. Shall we go meet them?"Once again, her question was directed at him. Like I wasn't even there.
"Uh.. sure?" He replied, and stole a quick glance in my direction just to see if it was alright.
I gave him a nod.
"Great!" Mikayla exclaimed, and grabbed his arm, dragging him towards wherever.
And just like that, I was ditched. D i t c h e d.
-x-
Later that night, when Nick and I finally got home, I was exhausted and furious. At first, I was just annoyed at the fact that Mikayla was being so stuck up and that Nick had ditched me. But then, as the party dragged on, I had a lot of time on my sleeves to think. My annoyance turned into anger slowly, as I thought about her and how Nick acted like a moron around her. And by the time we were leaving, I was downright furious.
As soon as we entered our apartment, I stomped towards my closet to change and take off the old rag I was wearing.
Nick noticed the change in my attitude and followed me; "Mi, are you upset?" he asked me, from the other side of the closet door.
No shit.
I didn't reply out loud to his question, letting him know that I wasn't going to let him off the hook that easy. He deserves the silent treatment.
After pulling out my favorite t-shirt and a ratty old pair of cotton pajamas, I walked out of the closet and headed towards the bathroom to remove all my makeup and change.
"Miley, c'mon, don't be like this." He plead, trying to follow me inside the bathroom.
I still didn't reply and instead just slammed the door right on his face.
After a long while, I got out of the bathroom and saw Nick sitting on the edge of the bed, guilt evident in his expression. He had stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt and was ready for bed, I noticed.
"Miley," he began once he saw me, "I'm sorry. Baby, please don't treat me like this." He said in a pleading tone.
Even though he was long forgiven, I decided I wouldn't let him off the hook that easy. I crossed my arms in front of myself and spoke: "And what exactly are you apologizing about, Nick?" I tried hard to keep my expression stern.
"About what.. Mikayla said. Don't mind her, she has a problem when it comes on keeping her mouth shut. But just, please, don't let that effect things between us."
I decided to mess with him some more and drag this on like an overly dramatic person, "Oh, well I don't know. She was really.. mean and it really hurt me and-" my little fake whiny rant was left uncompleted when Nick suddenly cut me off.
"Miles, you're being too much. Don't say you didn't have it coming, I told you to dress up."
He didn't just say that.
"Excuse me? Sorry but I don't really give a fuck about what all your little friends think about me or my clothing choices." I snapped back at him, feeling the anger rise in my body all over again.
I threw the covers off the bed almost wildly and slid in between them. I couldn't believe it, was he actually defending her?
"Miley-" he started, slowly. I could tell he regretted his words now.
"Goodnight, Nicholas." I replied through gritted teeth.
He let out a weary sigh and then after a moment, slipped into the covers next to me.
"Goodnight." He finally muttered, in that slow voice which immediately makes you feel guilty that you dragged the fight on for no reason.
Ugh. Screw you Nick, screw you.
And that was the last thing I thought before slipping away into another night of dreamless sleep.
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