You Are My Destiny
Chapter 8: My Crazy Heart
"Uncertainty and mystery are energies of life. Don't let them scare you unduly, for they keep boredom at bay and spark creativity."
Just when Miley was beginning to drift off into sleep, her alarm rang. She sat up in alarm, clutching her chest. Realizing it was only the alarm, she sighed, reaching for it and shutting it off.
She shuffled across the room sleepily before stopping at the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, her hair a crazy mess and her eyes red from the very little sleep she had gotten the previous night.
That's when she suddenly remembered that Nick was still there… She ran to the bathroom, running the tap open and splashing her face with cold water. She brushed her teeth and then began combing through the tangled mess of her hair.
Suddenly, her hand froze; comb clutched as she stared shocked at herself in the mirror.
Nick confesses he's in love with her and suddenly, what, she needs to look good for him?
Miley sighed, dropping the comb and walking out her room cautiously, just in case Nick was already p. But she couldn't say she was surprised to see his sleeping form slumped on her couch, his arms and legs all flying in different directions. His mouth was open and he was letting out quiet little snores.
She had to place a hand above her mouth to silence her giggles. He looked pretty funny.
Once her giggles had subsided, Miley froze, watching him. Looking at him. Like really looking at him for the first time since… ever.
She watched his chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm, how his muscles clenched every once in a while… To say he was hot would have been the understatement of the century. She remembered that his eyes were her most favourite shade of brown. How his curly mess of a hair was always full of life, how he smiled… his voice was a whole other story, she was wowed every time he sang.
She smiled softly, unknowing to herself and knelt down. She reached forward tentatively and ran a hand through his curls, loving the feeling… Her eyes closed and she could remember the feel of his lips on hers the night before… It had felt so…good and so—
"Miley?"
She snatched her hand back, snapping out of her thoughts and looked down at Nick looking at her sleepily. He looked confused
She shuffled to her feet awkwardly and looked at him as he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.
"W-when did I get here… What's going on and why do I have a freaking headache?"
She looked at him in shock. She had been expecting this she would have thought he would remember something. She stared down at him with her hands on her hips, "You really don't remember?"
"Remember what?"
"What happened last night!"
"I- what did happen last night?"
She rolled her eyes, scoffing. Typical Nick. Typical Nick. "Oh, I don't know. You only showed up so drunk that you could barely stand up then told me you were in love with me and then kissed me! Nothing much, really." She threw her hands up, exasperated.
He stared at her with her eyes wide open. "I-I did that…?"
"Yes, you!" She yelled, stalking off to the kitchen, in an attempt to do something to do other than stand there yelling at him.
He hastily stood up, following her into the kitchen. "Here, drink this." She stated slamming a glass of water down on the counter along with a tablet for his headache. Although she was so mad that she could have probably poured it all on his head.
He gulped it down without questioning her because for one, he was afraid to and two, he really did need it anyways. He set the empty glass back down and ran a hand through his hair, sighing.
"Miles…"
"Don't you "Miles" me!"
"I'm sorry…"
"About what?"
"I don't know."
"Nick… what's happening with you? I-I don't understand how you could be in—"
"I don't either but it doesn't mean it's not there!"
Miley stayed silent, occupying herself with playing with the hem of her t-shirt.
"Miles, I… didn't want you to know. I never meant for you to—oh God, I should have never gone to that bar last night."
"Nick," she whispered, shuffling closer to him, "I love you. You're my best friend. I will always love you."
"That's not enough for me anymore, Miles."
"What do you expect me to do, Nick? I can't—I'm engaged to be married to someone else if you have forgotten which you seem to have!"
"Fine, Miley. Fine. You can go and marry your boyfriend and live happily ever after or whatever. Just… don't expect me to be there because I can't!"
He stood up, walking straight out of Miley's apartment, leaving her standing there gaping at his retreating figure. She jumped when the door slammed shut. Miley sighed, leaning back against the counter and running a hand through her hair.
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"Mom, can I talk to you?"
Denise walked out of the kitchen and wiped her hands off on her apron.
"Sure, honey, what is it?" She asked, approaching her son who fell back on the couch with a sigh.
"Is… is everything Ok, with you and Miley?"
Nick looked up in surprise, "How do you even know it's about Miley?"
Denise laughed, "Well, I just do, I'm your mother."
Nick ran a hand through his hair, unknotting random curls for nothing better to do. He hadn't even bothered to go home; he had come straight to see his mom because he knew he needed to talk this situation through with somebody.
"Mom, I told her I'm in love with her."
"Miley?"
"Yeah… I'm in love with her mom, isn't that crazy? I know she's engaged and she loves that Liam guy but I-I got drunk last night and somehow found my way to her house and ended up confessing. Mom, did you think what I did was wrong?"
"Of course I do, what were thinking driving when you were drunk?"
"Mom, not the point!"
Denise sighed, reaching over and putting her hand on Nick's shoulder affectionately, "No, I don't think what you did was wrong."
"Really?" Although he knew it wouldn't mean much with Miley, it lifted his hopes up to hear his mom say that. It almost… comforted him.
"Yes, Nick, really."
"But I- she's in love with that other guy!"
"Maybe she is… or maybe not."
"What, mom, you're not even making sense."
Denise sighed, standing up and looking down at Nick, "Just remember… All's fair in love and war."
"Wait," he called out as she started walking back to the kitchen, "You didn't even sound surprised when I told you I was in love with her!"
Denise turned around with a coy smile, and shrugged, "I guess I just knew it was going to happen, eventually."
He followed her into the kitchen, "Well, what else do you know is going to happen?"
"You'll just have to wait and see what life has in plan for you, and leave me alone now, Nicholas; I have to finish getting lunch ready before your father gets home! He's bringing some guests over, you know maybe you should join them."
"Guests? You mean a bunch of stuck up losers who have nothing better to do than order people around all day? I think I'll pass."
Denise laughed, along with Nick.
A/N: Hey! Hope that wasn't too bad. :p Kind of a filler chapter a little bit of cute in the beginning.
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