Abused. Hurt. Alone.

The quote was from Harry Potter and the Order of The Phoenix. No one guessed. That was just sad.

MILEYS POV

'Miley, you're kidding me, right! You've gotta be kidding me!' squealed Demi. I had went to her house for the sleepover after all.

'No, he asked me out and I said yes.' I said, for like, the millionth time. Demi grabbed my hands and made me happy dance. I think my grimace of pain passed off as a smile.

'Yippee!' she squealed, tripping over a photo album and falling flat on her face. 'Aww.'

'What time's it?' I asked.

'Four, so c'mon! That means shopping for your date.' replied Demi, grabbing my hand and pulling me outside.

When we got to the mall, I found a really cute pair of vintage skinny jeans, a red singlet and a red pair of Chuck Taylors.

'What you doing here?' asked Joe, coming up behind us. 'Like anyone would ask you on a date.'

'Actually, someone has.' said Demi, matter of factly, stepping in front of Joe, even in her heels, he was taller.

'Who, the troll under the bridge?' laughed Joe, not taking us seriously.

'Your brother.' I said, grabbing Demi's hand and dragging her toward the cash desk.

'Dick.' said Demi, slamming her card down on the counter.

'I know, I cant believe the difference there is between him and Nick.' I sighed, taking the bag and walking out of the mall.

NICKS POV

I was lying on my bed listening to my iPod when Joe came bursting in, furious.

'What the hell do you think you're playing at! Asking Stewart out! You're popular, she's anything but! When you break up, you wont be allowed back in the popular crowd!' he yelled, spitting.

'I want the news, not the weather.' I replied, wiping my face. 'And I love her Joe, whats so hard to understand?'

'You.' replied Joe stoutly, walking out and slamming the door.

MILEYS POV

'Time to get ready Milerzz!' screeched Demi. It was half five the next day.

'Okay.' I replied, taking the bag and slipping into her bathroom. I pulled on the outfit, dabbed foundation and concealer all over my face, neck and arms. I pulled my fingers through my hair, and slipped a red ribbon into it.

'Miley, its six! We need to get you back to yours.' called Demi. I walked out after her to her car and she drove me home. I slipped into the hall at the stairs. It was tiny, but I kept it clean, along with my room, the only upstairs one. I ran upstairs to put away my clothes.

'Miley! Get your lazy butt down here and get the door!' yelled my dad. I ran downstairs and into Nick's arms.

'Hey, lets go.' I whispered, ushering him out the door. He opened the door of his car for me and I climbed in.

'You look beautiful.' he said as we drove off.

'You too.' I replied. He was wearing white nike trainers, black combats and a white cap sleeved t-shirt. 'Now where are we going?'

'Surprise.' he said tying a blindfold over my eyes.

After a while, he took my hand and led me out of the car. When he sat me on a chair, he untied the blindfold.

'Nick, you're the best!' I screeched. We were at the fanciest restaurant in town.

'Pick anything off the menu. I'm paying.' he declared. The waitress came over.

'Can I get the seafood salad? Extra mussels?' I asked, the waitress nodded.

'Me too. And two cokes.' added Nick. The waitress smiled went to get the order.

'This is nice.' I said, pulling a bit of hair from my face. He waitress returned with the order.

'Thank you.' replied Nick. We sat and ate in silence.

'Miley, will you be my girlfriend?' asked Nick nervously.

'Yeah.' I replied, leaning over the table to kiss him. He kissed back. 'That was my first kiss.' I admitted, embarrassed.

'Mine too.' mumbled Nick. I smiled at him, he was honest, and that meant the world to me.

'Sorry, Nick, I really gotta go. It was my curfew ten minutes ago.' I said in a wild torrent.

'I'll get you home.' he said, paying the bill and walking me out to his car.

'Thank you so much.' I said for like the fiftieth time, as he dropped me off. I kissed him and walked in the door.

'So, that's two rules broken in one night. You've broken curfew and went out with poodle boy.' spat my dad as I walked in the door.

'I'm sorry I disobeyed you, dad.' I murmured, hanging my head.

'Sorry isn't good enough. I cant track you 24/7 that's why you have a nine pm curfew. How do I know what you've been doing with poodle?' he said, slurring his words.

'His names Nick, and we went to Vaile's.' I replied, daring to look up.

'Don't dare talk back to me. GET IN HERE!' he yelled. I followed him into the bathroom. He took a wet towel from the laundry. Great, I was getting whipped. I bent over obediently and felt a sharp pain fly through my back.

That Monday, I limped out to the school bus, using the rehearsed excuse of 'I fell playing hockey.'

I felt someone grab my hand. Nick pulled me onto the seat next to him.

'Ouch.' I muttered, not quietly enough. Nick put his arm around me.

'You ok.' he whispered, his hot breath tickling my ear.

'Yah, I fell playing hockey.' I replied, setting my guitar case at my feet.

'Ok.' he replied, softly kissing my cheek. When we got to school, I limped off the bus, Nick kindly carrying my guitar aswell as his own. He dropped it off at my locker, then headed to his own.

'I'm guessing it went well.' said Demi, appearing out of nowhere.

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