A/N: So this was totally a chapter filler, but I still worked pretty hard. I hate to say it, but I hope my story isn't becoming that typical break up and make up story, because I'm not trying to make it one of those stories. I hope it still keeps its realism, because I would feel like a failure if that is what this story is becoming.
Chapter 9
Nick's POV
I woke up the next morning glancing around the familiar room. Amy's bed was empty, while Miley's tiny body was fast asleep on the floor. She was curled up in the fetus position her head resting softly against her pillow, her blanket was wrapped tightly around her body. She looked as peaceful as she slept.
I sat there for quite sometime admiring the girl who still had my heart, watching her chest rising and falling as she took in breaths of air. Sometime had pass when, she began to stir, her eyes fluttered open as she squinted as the harsh sun hit her eyes. Her hands immediately made their ways to her eyes rubbing them, before she sat up, looking around, when her eyes set on me.
I smiled before I greeted her, "Good Morning!"
"Hey…" she smiled weakly, "Did you sleep ok?"
I nodded as I grinned, "Yeah, your bed is overly comfortable!" I chuckled.
"I bet," she said with a grin, before she let out a giggle, "What time is it anyways?"
"Time for us to get up?" I replied laughing.
She smiled, "Do you need to get home? Cause I was thinking, if you didn't have anything planned, maybe we could get a bite to eat, and I don't know, hang out?"
I looked at her as hope build within, "Yeah that sounds great, I would love too." A smile forming on my face.
We changed into out clothes, before we headed out the door, making our way to Miley's car; we pulled up into the waffle house off campus, and sat down at the empty booth, reading the menu. The waitress soon, took our order and we ate, before we headed back to my house, where Miley dropped me off.
Miley's POV
I was sitting against the bed post, looking over my biology notes one last time, before I would go to bed, I had my test the next day, and I needed to do well. I was reading the previous line over twice when my phone brought me back to reality.
Buzz… Buzz…
To: Miley
From: Nick
Thanks for a fun weekend Miley, I had a lot of fun, and hopefully we can get together sometime soon! But have fun studying because I know that is what you are doing right now. But again I'm really sorry about this afternoon.
I smiled, as I read the message from Nick, even after all of this time, he still knew me better than I knew myself. A part of me yearned to go back to that afternoon, if only I did something.
Flashback
I had dropped Nick off at his house, when he invited me inside, I quickly agreed, getting out of the car and followed him to the door. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, revealing an empty house. Frankie must have went out with Nick's parents, leaving Nick and I alone. He invited me upstairs where I sat on his chair in his room, as he laid down on his bed. We were sitting there talking about the tour, when he decided to pull the box underneath his box, and pulled out the stacks of pictures from his tour. He patted the spot next to bed, as I sat down next to him, observing the pictures as he explained what was going on. I smiled as I watched the three familiar boys in each picture. There were pictures of Nick and his three brothers, a picture of Nick and his mom, on the tour bus. There was even a picture of Joe, asleep in his bunk drooling on the pillow, as I laughed at the sight of Joe. We kept looking through the stacks of picture, when his phone had ringed, and he excused himself to answer it. I continued to look through the stacks of pictures until I picked up the last pile in the box when something caught my eye; there in the bottom of the stacks, was a single picture. It was a picture we had taken the night before he left for the tour; we had spent the night in his room, as we took silly pictures of each other. His arms were wrapped around my shoulder, as I smiled, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist, as I pulled myself closer into his body. A huge grin wiped across Nick's face, as he had his other hand in front of us. I heard shuffling outside the door, knowing that Nick was about to step in, I threw the picture into the bottom of the box, and went back to looking at the pictures on tour.
Nick walked in and smiled at me, "Hey Miles, that was my mom, she is on the way home right now, she asked if you were staying for dinner?"
I looked at him, as I held back the tear that was slowly building in my eye, and nodded before plastering a smile on my face, "Yeah sure," my cheeks were burning.
He looked at me, with a questioning look; his voice was filled with concern when he finally said softly, "Are you ok Miley? You look flustered!"
I shook my head and smiled, forcing the smile onto my face that was becoming more relevant that I was anything but ok, "I'm fine," I stuttered, when the bright glare caught my eyes. On his ring finger, there it sat, the promise ring he had given me, shining back at me, mocking me. I hadn't notice the ring until now.
He followed my gazed down to his finger, and quickly caught sight of what I was looking at when his face began to redden, he quickly moved his hand out of my view, and ran it threw his curly brown hair, as it landed on the back of his neck, rubbing it, like he always had when he was nervous.
He looked like a deer caught in a headlight, as if he was a little boy who was caught stealing candy from the grocery store. He was lost with words, trying to formulate a sentence, as I stood there watching him. I let the single tear slid down my side, when he frowned, beginning to speak up, "Miley…" but before he could finished, we were interrupted.
"Hey guys, we're home!" Denise shouted downstairs, and soon, footsteps ran up the steps, Frankie poked his head in the door.
"Hey guys, Mom said for you to come downstairs." he stated, clearly oblivious.
I wiped the tear away quickly before I faced Frankie, I force another smile on my face, and nodded, "Yeah ok," as I followed Frankie towards the door.
I walked past Nick, who still stood there, speechless, as I brushed passed him, part of me, wanted nothing more than to attack him right then and there, and press my lips on to him. But the other part of me was scared of his reaction. Just as I brushed passed him, I felt his hand placed softly onto my shoulder, the tingles ran through my body at the sudden warmth that took over. I turned and faced him, our eyes locking, and suddenly forgetting that we were not the only person in the room. My head tilted, as he leaned in, as we slowly moved closer to each other, my eyes fluttered closed, as I felt his warm breath getting closer to my face. We were centimeters apart when a frazzled Frankie immediately spoke up, "Guys, that's gross! Mom is waiting for us."
My eyes flapped open, suddenly aware of the moment Nick and I had just shared, and completely embarrassed, as my cheeks redden. I looked at him, and frown before I quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry!" I turned on my heel and made my way down the stairs, two steps at a time, before I entered the kitchen where I found Denise, standing at the counters preparing dinner.
She smiled as she saw me, "Hey sweetie," when she stopped and looked at me, "Honey are you ok? You looked flustered!"
I smiled weakly nodding, "Could you please excuse me, I need to use the bathroom."
She nodded, still concerned, "Sure sweetie."
I walked back over to the side hallway and closed the powder room door behind, as I flicked on the lights. Glaring at my reflection, I looked flushed, my cheeks were red, and I was completely embarrassed at my actions. I ran the cold water under the faucet, and grabbed the towel out from underneath the counters, before I wringed the water dry from the towel, pressing it against my face. The cold water, pressed against my face, cooled me down, before I shut the water. 'GET A GRIP MILEY, NOTHING CAN HAPPEN, THINGS ARE OVER BETWEEN YOU, YES YOU MAY HAVE ALMOST SHARED A MOMENT, BUT THERE IS A REASON WHY IT STOPPED. It's not even that big of a deal that he was still wearing the ring.' I thought to myself.
I walked back into the kitchen and found Denise in the same spot, but this time, she was standing there talking to Nick, who was seated on the stool. She caught my eye, and immediately stopped Nick mid sentence, as he followed her gaze over to me, and turned red.
"Miley, sweetie are you feeling better?" Denise quickly questioned.
I smiled and nodded, "I'm fine Mrs. Jonas, I was just feeling a little sick, do you need any help." Trying my best to change the attention from me.
She smiled and nodded, "Sure sweetie," she turned her attention to Nick and quickly told him," Nick why don't you set the table, and tell your father that dinner will be on the table in 15 minutes."
"Yeah sure mom," Nick replied, as he walked passed me, his eyes fixated on his shoes as we walked out of the room.
Dinner went back smoothly, and was quietly except for Frankie, who was ranting on about his adventure. I smiled as I tried my best to seem interested in what he was talking about, but I couldn't help but allow my thoughts to go back to previously. It didn't help that Nick was sitting across from me, as he twirled around his food with his fork, completely unaware that I was watching him.
After dinner, I helped cleared the table, and said my goodbyes, as Nick walked me to the door. We said our goodbyes, keeping a good distance between us as he walked me to my car, and we hugged. But the tension between us was clearly relevant because it ended rather quickly; I gave him one last wave before I pulled out of his driveway, driving back to campus.
The whole ride home, I had silently cursed myself, for nothing doing something, not saying something. I clearly wasn't over him, and god knows he'll always be the one.
End of Flashback
I pulled myself out of my trance, as the door pushed opened revealing Amy, who had walked inside.
"Hey Miley," she smiled, "where were you today? I came back and you were gone."
"Oh I took Nick home." I said as I looked away, not locking eyes with Amy.
She let out a laugh before she finally said, "So…. What was that all about last night?"
I looked up at her, and saw the smirk she had on her face, "I don't know what you are talking about Amy."
"Sure…" she said sarcastically, before she laughed, dropping the subject completely and bounced onto her bed.
I turned my attention back onto the notes in my hand, trying to focus my attention on cellular respiration, but who was I kidding… there was no way I could concentrate. I placed the notes to the side of my bed, and laid under the covers, before I closed my eye falling asleep into a dream about Nick, similar to the one I had the night before. In my dream we were still together, if only that were true.
A/N: So that's it for now, as you can see, they both have admitted there feelings for each other to themselves. Don't worry; they won't be getting together any time soon. But I hope I'm not disappointing the reader, but I just wanted everyone to see there relationship as it is, because the feelings are there. Please review, they make me happy! For any of my story my goal is to hit a hundred reviews! And only you can make it happen. And on top of everything I'm getting a new laptop, so I'm pretty excited about that! The ending for Its Never Too Late is up now! And… you can find the trailer for the sequel to Where Our Hearts Lead Us at the end of the epilogue.
