Miley's POV

December 20th: The Continuation

It was just pass 12, and we just arrived in London. It always comes to mind that that something always happen when Nick and I were together, but it was always fun hanging out with him.

It has been a while since a guy suddenly makes me feel happier, and the last guy to ever achieve that goal was my older brother Jackson, but he wasn't funny, just a total accident freak who never was able to find a date back when we were in high school.

I stare at Nick as he thought about what to do. "We'll take it!" I blurted out, causing Nick to stop his thought and turned toward me.

The manager turned around and starting pushing down the computer keys. I turned my attention back to Nick, "It's late."

It was the only answer I gave Nick, and I was sure that he fully understood what I meant, and I mean seriously.

I took the room card from the manager, and turn my attention to Nick again, who was bending down to pick up the bags.

"Wow Miley, why do girls always shop so much, these weigh like a ton," he whined and I just chuckled. "That's one of the reasons why men are here."

"Fine," he laughed, "that explains a lot. Really." He always says stuff that is hilarious just like Joe. Maybe it was the trait they inherit from their father, since I remember when I was little, my dad always took me to his place, and always has something new to crack me up, but I never got much of a chance to ever meet him.

Flashbacks...

The engine started, sending off a loud roaring incessant noise. I leaned back against the seat, and glanced over at Nick, who was next to the walkway.

He always smiles, and they were always contagious. "Are you sure that Joe and Lilly are gonna be ok?" I asked, waiting for him to turn around.

"Well if Lilly can handle Joe, I am sure that they'll be fine… maybe." He said in confident, "Joe might do something crazy, but I'm sure he will not do anything stupid, again."

"Probably that won't happen," I commented, "Joe's is DJ Danger and that will never change."

"I guess you're right," he replied, "Joe's never the one who can stay calm."

I wasn't exactly positively sure that I might actually maybe in love with Nick Gray. What does he got that make him so irresistible. He's rich but he a philanthropic, he's serious but funny, sensitive but strong on the outside and inside, and mostly importantly he's not a criminal but somehow he stole my heart which no one has never been able to access, and in less than a week.

I was getting the good sense that Nick and I would get along very well even though we only known each other for about a week.

I pressed the elevator button, while I was pretty sure that Nick was silently whining in his mind. We took a little time to settle into 'our' hotel suite.

It was bigger than I can imagine. It was a stylish two bed room suite with some American features.

"Are you going to bed Nick?" I asked, taking my bags to my bedroom. It was different than I thought. I thought the manager meant only one bedroom, but it turn out to be a mistake or something.

I walked out my room and into another room, which was supposed to be Nick. "Yeah I am, it just pass midnight, and the sleep on the plane was tiring. Besides I'm taking you somewhere tomorrow."

I started getting curious. "Where are we going?" I questioned, super curious about where he will take me.

"I'm not going to crack," he replied, "now go to sleep." He walked me over to my bedroom, and walked back. God, why does he have to be so perfect?

It was hard trying to sleep, when I kept on thinking about what Nick was taking me.

Nick's POV

Hyde Park and La Gavroche

I woke up at 8 A.M., because of an annoying beeping noise on the night table. I placed my hand on the table and grabbed my pager.

I slowly opened my weary eyes. I scrutinized the words carefully. EMERGENCY!!!! You Miley!!!

What is the problem with Joe? Ever since he got engaged his schedule has been off, and sends me messages during the worst case scenarios.

I grabbed my phone and go through the messages I missed. There were about 21 calls and 41 text messages.

"What the…" I groaned and quickly go through the messages first. All of them were pretty much the same thing, with only a few words, and not telling me why. It basically all said, IS IT TRUE?

Most of the calls and messages were from my brothers, parents, and a lot of friends. I peruse through the dozens of people on my speed dial and decided to call Joe.

It started ringing for a long time before Joe pick up. "Hello.. Nick is that you?"

"Yeah... what is up with the messages bro?" I yelled.

"You didn't see the rumors about you and Miley all across America. Everyone was trying to contact you for hours."

I groaned again. "I was on a plane ride for 7 hours with Miley."

"That's not the point. Like every single tabloid is saying that Miley is pregnant."

"What!" I yelled, "I just got my rep to do something about the 'Niley' engagement things and already there's more."

"Wow, and you say my life is mess up," he commented, while I got myself out of bed and out to the living room. I jumped onto the couch and continued speaking, "Call David for me, and tell him to tell the press that none of it is true."

"This thing sounds so stupid," I grumbled, "I only knew her for like a week, and how can the pregnancy be even possible."

"There was a release of some photos of you and Miley at a hospital sometime last week."

"We were never at a hospital," I defended, "which tabloid started this."

There was a long moment of silence. "I was pretty sure it was Star or OK! Magazine, and well after that People publish that rumor and a two hundred thousand dollars reward for a picture of you guys kissing."

"Are you serious bro," I jokingly said.

I just heard a soft gloating like laugh. "Yes I am serious man."

"Just call David to set up a meeting in the morning for me, and clear up the whole rumor thing."

I walk back into my room and took a nice long cold shower to get my thoughts straight. I got redress and put on a nice black pair of pants, a white Lacoste polo shirt, and a black blazer. It was a smart type of causal.

I pulled out my phone and press a number in made a reservation for Le Gavroche. "Yes, a reservation for two for lunch today at 12."

"Good. Under Nick Gray," I said and was able to hear whispering in the back.

"Yes, under billionaire Nicholas Gray," I noted. Why can't these people ever keep their noses in the job for once in a while?

Ever since I turned 18, and started doing a lot of charities, the tabloids started nicknaming me as 'Bruce Wayne' or 'Batman' and that issue of People's Sexiest Men Alive and Most Eligible Bachelor, life got crazier, especially at work.

Women started surrounding me, and it always made me crazy, and not in the good way. All of them thought that I was exactly like Bruce Wayne with good looks, great hair, a lot of money, a philanthropic, and a womanizer. Well I like the 5 out of 6 better than the six out of six.

I walk back to the living room and Miley was sitting on the couch looking at the TV. "Did you saw the rumor about us?" she asked.

I quickly walked over to the couch and sat next to her. "I got Joe to call my rep, and he'll clear everything up."

"Come on let's go."

She stared at me with a little confusion. "Where are you taking me?" She asked.

"To get some fresh air," I replied.

I took her on a long walk through the famous Hyde Park. During most of the walk was a conversation between me and her.

One of the most interesting sites at Hyde Park was the Upside-Down Tree. It was upside-down alright. The tree was like a flexible tree that dried and stayed in that position.

We were there for quite a while when it was almost 11. I decided it was time to start heading to Le Gavroche.

"Come on Miley," I said.

Her face was baffled again. "Now where are we going Nick?"

We walked for a while before I finally tell her what my plan is. "Are you going to tell me where we're going finally Nick?" She complained again.

I turned to her and gave her a smile. We were nearby the restaurant and so I decided to finally tell her.

"I am going to take you on a date to Le Gavroche for lunch."

Even though I felt it was a very bad decision to tell her it was a date, she just laughed and smile. This was a lot better than the premonition I predicted.