A lot is happening in this chapter, but just go along with it and enjoy!

Chapter 4

Miley's POV

A faint ray of sunlight shone down on my face, causing me to open my eyes slowly.

This isn't my room was the first thought that popped into my head.

When I noticed the boy in the corner of the room, curled up in an uncomfortable sleeping position, I started to relive the previous night.

I watched Nick walk away, not even giving me another glance. He had been staring at me all night, and it didn't bother me one bit.

What did bother me were Liam's hands exploring my entire body. I felt myself freeze as one of Liam's hands suddenly found its way down to the button on my skinny jeans. He slipped his hand under the waistband of my jeans without a warning, making me jump up from his lap quickly.

"What the fuck, Miley?" Liam yelled, looking up at me from the couch. Anger evident in his cold eyes.

My knees decided to give in as the shock took over my body, making me drop down to the floor. "I don't know.. It's just..."

"What? It's just what? Why can't I fucking touch you?"

"I don't know, Liam. We just.. Why did you have to rush it like that?" I asked as tears started to fall down, not recognizing the man who was yelling at me.

"Rush it? Are you serious? We used to have sex all the time!"

"We used to do a lot of other stuff too! Like talk, and actually laugh. But we're not doing that either now, are we?"

"God Miley, when did you become such a girl?"

"Excuse me? I'm 'such a girl' because I want to do other stuff with my boyfriend besides having sex?" I asked insulted.

"BESIDES sex?" We haven't had sex in a fucking month!" he snapped at me. "You just need to get over yourself. Just let me do it, Miley."

"Let you do it? What am I to you exactly? A toy you like to play with when you feel like it?"

"Ive had enough of this shit." Before I could process what was going on, Liam took my hand and practically dragged me into our bedroom. He grabbed both of my arms roughly and pushed me down onto the bed, pushing his body onto mine in the process.

I squirmed under his tight grip, feeling the last bit of control I had over this situation slip away.

"No. Liam. Please don't do this." I cried desperately as his hands found the clasp of my bra.

As he was slightly distracted by the resistance my bra clasp seemed to be giving, I lifted on of my legs up to kick him in his crotch, hard.

"Damn it!" he yelled, visibly in excruciating pain. He fell down to the ground, his hands instantly flying over to his crotch.

I ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I was standing with my back against the wall, but my knees gave out under me again, causing me to slide down onto the cold tiled floor.

I wrapped my arms around my legs tightly, resting my head on top of my knees. I just needed to close my eyes, this was all a nightmare. I would wake up soon and everything would be perfect again.

But as I sat there for over twenty minutes, I realized I couldn't escape this. I couldn't escape reality. Where was I supposed to go? Some place Liam couldn't hurt me, that was for sure. When a crazy idea popped into my head, I decided to just go for it. I didn't really have any other options.

I quickly changed into my sweatpants and vneck that I always kept in there. I walked over to the door and placed my ear against it.

I didn't hear anything so I decided to give it a go and hope Liam was already asleep.

My prayers were answered when I tip toed through the room in order to get to the door leading to the hallway. I felt my heart beating rapidly as I looked over to the bed, seeing Liam knocked out on his side. Did he even care? Did he realize what he had tried to do to me?

I made it to the door and quickly slipped into the hallway. I took a few deep breaths as I stood in front of the door to the guest room. Nick's room.

And here I was, in his bed. Feeling secure and scared all at once. The two feelings seemed to be battling for my next decision. But the scared feeling won, making me get out of his bed. I tiptoed out of his room and walked into the kitchen.

"Miley, I'm so sorry." I turned around in fear at the sound of Liam's voice. I took a step back, bumping into the wall behind me, leaving me trapped as Liam took more steps towards me.

He stopped at a safe distance, noticing the fear my body was reflecting by trembling lightly.

"Will you let me explain, please?" He pleaded with a soft expression in his eyes. Well, at least that was a change compared to the way he looked at me last night.

Giving into him I slowly nodded, still uncertain of my safety.

He sighed loudly and stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets. "Look, it was never my intention to hurt you in any way. My hormones just got the best of me. You have to know how sorry I am Miley, and how much I love you." He was practically begging now.

I nodded again. Apparently he thought this was a gesture of forgiveness because he closed the gab between us, ready to pull my body into his chest. But that wasn't happening, not when I had a say in it. I backed up against the wall even more and held my hand up in front of me.

"Stop. Please stop." I said as Liam came to a halt right in front of me, a quizzical expression on his face.

"What you did last night… it scared the crap out of me. You scared the crap out of me. I understand that you're sorry, but you have to give me some time." I finished, surprised that I managed to get all of that out without breaking down due to the minimum distance between our bodies.

"I understand." He spoke slowly. He took a step back, giving me breathing space. With every step he took away from me, I felt my body relax a bit more.

"So uhm, yeah. Talking about space, I got a call from my boss this morning. I have to go to New York for four days, attend a bunch of meetings and stuff. He wants me to go."

It wasn't the first time he was going away on a business trip. But it was the first time that I was totally ok with it. In the past, I had always felt alone, I missed him terribly when he was away for a few days. But that feeling wasn't there right now. "Ok. I think a couple of days without each other would do us good." I said emotionless.

His apology hadn't been very special, and of course I wasn't going to forgive him for his 'actions' just yet. But a lot of it was my fault as well… I had rejected him so many times. He had every right to get frustrated with me, right? And how could I be scared of the man I loved for over a year and a half? Maybe he was right, maybe I just had to get over myself and give him what he wanted. Sex.

I leaned up to him so that my mouth was close to his ear. "Maybe after these four days you'll get what you've been waiting for." I whispered. I regretted it immediately.

Just as Liam closed the front door behind him two hours later, another door in the apartment opened. I turned around in my spot by the front door, looking at the boy walking out of the guest room. His eyes were puffy and his curls were all over the place. He was wearing a dark blue plaid boxershort, and unfortunately this time, his muscular torso was covered with a white vneck.

"Good morning." I smiled at him. "Did you sleep well?" I decided that ignoring the previous night would be the best option.

He looked up at me, returning a smile. "Hey." He answered groggily, making me giggle. "Don't mock me, Miley. It's early." He said, pretending to be insulted. Hearing his voice in a full sentence turned my giggle into a full out, loud laugh. It didn't take him long to join me. I stared at him as the joy radiated of his shaking body, giving me a feeling of happiness I hadn't felt in so long.

When we both stopped laughing, I made my way over to the kitchen. "Come on, let's have breakfast."

We finished the breakfast we had prepared together and I had successfully avoided every topic involving last night. But all good things have to come to an end…

"I really liked last night." He suddenly said, locking eyes with me from across the cooking island.

"Wh- what?" I stuttered, feeling my cheeks heat up at his unexpected confession. Did he really say that?

"You, just being in my room. Sleeping in my bed. But.." he paused, opening his mouth as if he was going to finish his sentence. But instead of continuing, he closed his mouth again, remaining silent.

"But what? " I pushed him to continue, suddenly feeling a certain boldness about the subject I had desperately wanted to avoid. To hell with not talking about it. I wanted to hear how he felt about it. I leaned over the cooking island, minimizing the distance between us. He followed my lead, leaning closer to me as well.

"But why? Why were you crying, Miley? Why did you come to my room in the middle of the night?" he asked, concern audible in his sweet, whispering voice.

"I just want to forget about that part of the night. I want to forget the reason of my crying." I whispered back. "I just know that going into your room felt right." I looked down at my fidgeting hands, slightly embarrassed by my confession.

I suddenly felt a pair of soft lips connect with my burning cheek. "You can always come to me." He smiled.

"I don't even know why I feel so comfortable around you. All I know is that I like it." I said shyly, still looking down at my hands.

"I like it too." I looked up at him, and for the first time since we met, Nick blushed.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed by our proximity, I leaned back in my high stool again, creating a bigger gap between Nick and myself. "Let's get this cleaned up." I said, pointing at our empty plates, completely aware of the fact that I had ruined an intimate moment between us. But that intimate moment shouldn't have even been there in the first place. I had a boyfriend. God, what was I getting myself into?

After we had cleaned up the kitchen, I decided to take a shower. I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower cabin. I turned on the hot shower, letting the drops of water wash away my worries.

Liam wasn't going to be back for another four days, so I shouldn't have to worry about the kind-of-promise I had made him before he left just yet. But then there was Nick, he had become a worry as well. Because even though he was very interesting, he was dangerous. I could feel it when I was around him, I let myself go around him. I said stuff to him a taken girl shouldn't be saying to a boy that isn't her boyfriend.

I turned off the shower and stepped out of the giant cabin. I draped a small towel around my body and brushed a comb through my wet locks hastily.

As I walked back into the bedroom I felt my body collide with someone else's. I groaned as my back hit the ground, but my groan didn't compare to the gasp that left my mouth as I looked at the position I was in.

I was lying on the ground in nothing but a small towel, and lying on top of me in nothing but his infamous boxershort, was Nick. My wet skin was touching his bare torso. My breathing quickened as I noticed his left hand was resting on my bare thigh. Somehow his hand had ended up under my towel. To my surprise, he didn't move his hand as he looked at it. Instead he just gave it a little squeeze, causing my heart to skip basically every beat.

He used his other arm to lift himself up from my body slightly, still hovering over me, our faces just inches apart. He was the first to speak up and break our silence.

"Oops."

I don't even know why, but I'm in love with this story. And with all of you, thanks so much for reviewing. Sorry if my grammar or spelling is a little bit off sometimes, but as you may have noticed, English isn't my mother language.

So miley is kind of blaming liam's actions on herself. Please don't hate her for that. I just need Liam and Miley to stay together for awhile, because it will cause a lot of jealousy and drama.

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