I'm fine. Absolutely fine. I don't need Nick. It doesn't bother me that we ended...
Okay, so I might have spent the past few days alone in my room. Nick has been calling, but seriously, I don't appreciate the way that he jumped to conclusions about me so I've been screening his calls.
It's Saturday night and Lilly is heading out to the hottest clubs, but I just don't feel like joining. I took a long, hot bubble bath and I plan on watching a movie and then going to sleep. So what? A girl is allowed to mope after a break up.
Especially a girl that doesn't have a job now. That's right. I quit the gig at E! How could you expect me to stay? They offered me tons of money for a tell-all, but no matter how pissed at Nick I am, I will never be that person.
So I'm sitting here in my room when the doorbell rings. I pray silently that Lilly will get it so I don't have to get up and thankfully she does. I wonder who it is. I strain my ears to hear their voices.
Shit... is that? could it be? Oh, God it is! It's Nick. You think he'd understand me not picking up my phone is a way of saying I don't want to talk to him, but no. I quickly run to the bathroom and run a brush through my tangled hair while squishing my mouth with mouthwash. I don't have time to change, but at least I'm in a clean pair of sweats and t-shirt.
I hear Lilly laugh and the door close. Did Nick leave? I hold my breath and then almost scream when there's a knock at my door. I open it to see Nick standing there.
Dammit. Why does he have to look so cute? He's in dark jeans, nice shoes, and a tucked in black dress shirt. His familiar smell wafts into my room making me shake slightly, but I hold my ground.
"Can I come in?" he asks nervously running a hand through his hair. I want to say no and slam the door in his face, but instead I nod and let him in. He walks in and then turns around to face me so that my bed is behind him and I'm in front of the door still.
"Listen, Miley," he says pleadingly, "I'm so sorry. I should have over-reacted like that. I should have listened to you, I should have-"
"But you didn't," I cut him off with an attitude. He looks surprised, like he's never seen this side of me which I guess he hasn't. I feel my anger towards him rising in my chest and suddenly all the things I've been feeling are spilling out of my mouth.
"You chose to believe what you wanted to. You think that I'm so cheap that I would just sell you out? Or that I'm a gossip? Were you not thinking? I thought you would understand that I, of all people, have something to hide and would never ever purposely let a secret spill!," my voice is getting louder and louder and my Tennessee accent becomes more prominent as I let my anger take over, "I can't believe after all the time we spent together that you would just believe something like that. Obviously, you can't trust me and I don't think that we should-"
Suddenly I realize that he's not even listening to me. He's just staring at me with that stupid smirk on his face, completely in his own world, "Nick!" I yell to get his attention.
Nick shakes his head and his curls move in a way that makes my stomach flutter. No, no, no, no I cannot be thinking of him in that way. I have to stand my ground.
"Sorry," he says in a low voice coming closer to me, "Has anyone told you how hot you look when you're mad?"
Oh, God. He's coming closer and I catch his scent again, making my head spin and heart race.
"Nick, stop," I say moving back. His actions are making it harder and harder to stay mad at him.
"Seriously," he says stopping, but he's still entirely too close to me, "your accent starts coming out and your face gets all red and your forehead scrunches up. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen."
"Nick!" I yell again as he starts to reach out for me, "This is serious!" I say putting my hands on my hips.
"You look so sexy standing like that," he says smiling at my stance. I groan and shake my head while he puts his hands on the wall behind me so that his arms are trapping me on either side.
"Nick, stop," I repeat, but my voice has much less attitude and it almost trembles. I can feel my resolve weakening.
"I can't," he whispers and I shiver as his breath hits my ear. And then his lips are on mine and forget it. Everything I had to say goes out the window and I can't even remember why I was mad at him to begin with.
One of my hands slides into his hair and he moans at my touch while the other hand stays situated behind his neck pulling his face even closer to mine.
I part his lips with my tongue and we start a fiery battle. Oh, how I've missed this. His hands grasp onto my hips and pull them closer so that every inch of our bodies are touching. The only thing running through my mind is Nick and how badly I want him.
I jump up wrapping my legs around his waist and he gasps at the contact. My hands are still locked around his neck holding his face to mine and our kissing is getting more and more intense. I squeeze my legs around him harder and he backs up until we both fall onto the bed, me on top of him, straddling his waist.
His hands are everywhere, my hair, my face, my waist, my ass, my chest and it all feels so good. I pull his shirt out from his pants and then my fingers dance down it unbuttoning every last button until finally he sits up and I push it off of his shoulders while we're still making out fiercely.
He turns us over so I'm on the bottom while my hands become reacquainted with every contour of his chest and back. Soon my shirt is off and his callused fingers are all over my chest making me gasp and want even more.
I rip his belt out of the belt loops before unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off. He tugs my sweatpants and panties down off my hips and onto the floor. Now my lips are attacking his neck and collarbones making him moan with desire. I smile making my teeth graze his sweet spot and he flips us over so I'm on top again.
Finally, we're both naked and he slides into me. It's even better than I imagined. We're both being obscenely loud, but we can't help it. It's been far to long since we've been together this way or at all for that matter.
"Nick," I cry out as his mouth attacks my neck.
"Mi, baby, I love you so much," he gasps.
"I love you too," I say panting and we flip over again. Back and forth both of us fight for who has dominance. My nails are digging into his back and once again his hands are everywhere making me feel good in that way only he can do. I lose track of how long we're going at it before we both reach our limit and fall back down to earth.
He rolls off of me breathing heavily.
"We should fight more often," he says from next to me, out of breath.
"What? Why?" I say incredulously, leaning up to look at his face. He looks at me and smiles.
"Because, Mi," he says like it's obvious, "Our make-up sex is the most mind blowing thing ever."
I smack him on the chest before snuggling into it and we both full asleep exhausted, but happy.
I wake up in the next morning with Nick's arm draped around my waist and instantly a smile appears on my face. I reach onto my bedside table to check my phone for the time. 9 am on Sunday Morning. Perfect. 1 New Message from Lilly. I grin wider when I read her message.
Lilly: Noticed Nick didn't go home last night ;) get it girl! lol, sorry i 4got to tell you, but i'm gonna be in NYC all week. see you when i get back!
I carefully remove his arm from my waist and replace it with my pillow. I try and stifle a laugh when he pulls it closer to him and sighs in his sleep. Pulling on a bathrobe, I make my way into the kitchen.
I rifle through the cabinets finding everything I need to make breakfast for Nick and I.
I smile and blush to myself as I remember last night. It was... amazing. He was right, of course. Our makeup sex is mind blowing. I giggle out loud as I cracked the eggs into the bowl.
Maybe it's post-sex-happiness or the fact that Nick and I are clearly back together, but I can't stop smiling and humming and even singing a little as I work in the kitchen.
An hour later everything is done- the scrambled eggs, the waffles with fresh strawberries and whipped cream and the sausage. Pulling a tray out of the pantry, I pile everything onto it with along with two cups of coffee and utensils.
I walk into the room and smile at Nick who is still sleeping on my bed. He rolls over and groans slightly as the light coming through the curtains shines in his eyes. I place the tray down on the bed.
"Nick," I say softly touching his shoulder. He shakes his head and moans before burrowing into the sheets.
"Nick," I say again right into his ear. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up, "Nick wake up, I made you breakfast."
Finally his eyes flutter open and he smiles when he says me.
"Morning, Mi," he says leaning up for a kiss which I readily give him. Then he sees the breakfast on th bed, "Wow, a wild night AND breakfast in bed? You're too good to me, Mi."
I giggle and climb back under the sheets with him, pulling the tray close to both of us. I offer him a cup of coffee and a fork which he takes. Instantly he digs into the waffles. His eyes close as he chews them slowly.
"Oh, my God," he says moaning like he's in heaven, "Don't tell my mom this, but I think these waffles might be even better than hers."
"Aw thanks, baby," I say giggling then kissing him on the cheek.
He opens his eyes and looks at me, "I'm an idiot," he says seriously. I know he's talking about our fight.
"I know," I say teasingly. Sure he was an idiot, but honestly all is forgiven. I probably would have overreacted if I was in Nick's position too.
"And I'm sorry," he continued.
"I know," I say again, a smile forming on my face.
"And I love you."
"I know that too," I say grabbing his hand and squeezing it gently, "And I love you too."
He gives me that genuine Nick smile and I melt inside. We continue to eat and flirt until we're both full. Nick moves the tray down to the floor before pulling me close to him. I snuggle against him.
"What do you want to do today?" I ask him, looking up at him from my spot under his arm.
"Hmm..." he says pretending to think, "Stay in bed with you all day?"
"Why, Nick," I say jokingly, "That sounds like a wonderful idea!"
"I thought you might like it," he says smirking. He pushes my hair off my neck and places a small kiss behind my ear, "I can't believe I almost lost you," he murmured as he continued his kissing, making me giggle.
"You'll never lose me," I promise him, bringing his face to mine and looking him straight in the eyes, "Even if you want to," I add jokingly, just to lighten the mood.
"Well, good thing that's not going to happen then," he says shifting us so that I'm laying flat on the bed and he's hovering over me.
"What do you think you're doing, Nick?" I ask, my breathing already starting to get heavy.
"This," he says before capturing my lips into a fierce make out session.
Six hours and at least seven orgasms later, Nick and I have yet to leave my bed... or put clothes on. Currently, he is leaving light kisses all over my bare stomach while I giggle because it tickles.
"Stop," I say trying to push his head away from me.
"Never," he replies, continuing to tickle me with his lips.
"Nick, please," I whine trying to push him away again, but he just grabs my waist and laughs.
"Okay, that's it," I say pushing him away and flipping us over so that now I'm on top of him. He looks at me with that sparkle in his eyes that just kind of paralyzes me. He's so beautiful and he's all mine. It's kind of crazy when I think about it. How we met and everything. It's incredible. He smirks and I smirk back before kissing his neck. I nip and bite at it teasingly making him moan and sigh.
"Not so fun anymore, huh?" I whisper into his ear and he shivers.
"You're killing me, Mi," he says and I smile, but don't stop, "I need rest," he insists, "I need nourishment!"
I laugh at his exaggerations. I sit up, straddling his waist, "What do you want for dinner, baby?"
"Mm, let's just order in. Thai, maybe?"
I nod, "That sounds like a good idea, let me get the menu."
We both look it over and place our order. The man informs us that it will be there in half an hour.
"Well... you know what we could do in that half hour..." Nick says cocking his eyebrow.
I roll my eyes, "I thought you were tired," I say mockingly.
"Maybe once more," he says as if it's a huge decision, "I think I could handle that."
"Oh really?" I say straddling him once again. I smile when I feel him pressing hard against my leg, "Looks like you're right."
"I'm always right, babe," he counters shifting me into a better position on him before we're doing it all over again for the millionth time.
The doorbell rings (after we're finished, thankfully) and I put on the bathrobe and go to get the door.
"You're going to answer the door like that?" Nick says skeptically from the bed where he's still laying. I look down at the bathrobe. So maybe it's a little revealing, but what's the big deal?
"Uh, yeah?" I say.
He shakes his head, "We don't want to give the poor delivery guy a heart attack."
I laugh at his comment, "Who knows? This might be the best delivery of his night," I retort pointing to my body.
He shakes his head again before getting up and throwing on his boxers and one of his t-shirts from my dresser that I might have stolen from him.
"I'll get it," he says reaching for his pants and pulling out his wallet.
"Nick! No!" I protest, "It's my house, I'm paying."
"Well, you're my girlfriend, I'm paying," he says and I know there's no use in arguing with him. I roll my eyes and him and he smiles playfully at me and winks. I walk into the kitchen getting utensils while he goes to the door and pays for the food.
We settling on the living room couch, turning on a movie while we eat the Thai right from the box. It gets incredibly cheesy as we feed each other noddles and tease each other. Everything about today has been completely perfect.
"So," Nick said, putting down his empty box, "My record label heard the duet we did..."
My heart starts beating faster. Oh God. I completely forgot about that. I look at Nick waiting for him to continue. He smiles at me, knowing that he's keeping me in suspense.
"Nick!" I say hitting him playfully on the arm.
"Okay, okay!" he says, "No need to get violent! Sheesh. They loved it," he says with a huge smile, "They really love it. They're even considering it for the first single."
"Oh, my God!" I squeal happily, "I didn't think they would like it that much. I can't believe it! That's awesome!"
"I believe it," Nick said looking at me and smiling at my happiness, "You're amazing."
I blush. "Thanks."
"So I was thinking..." Nick said cautiously.
"Yeah?" I asked looking up at him.
"What if we..." he says. Jeez what has him so nervous? "I mean... what if you... with my help of course..."
"Just spit it out, Nick!" I say annoyed.
"What if you recorded a demo and we gave it to my record label?" he says quickly, "And try and get you signed again? As Miley?"
My mind is spinning. Recording again. New songs. To be perfectly honest, I never stopped writing songs. In fact I have a whole song book under my bed. But I never seriously thought about recording them or anything, they were more of a way to express myself. You see, as I got older I began helping Daddy write Hannah songs and some of them were even completely my own. I loved it, the freedom, the expression. Wouldn't it be wonderful to get to do that again? But as me, not pop-sensation Hannah Montana. Just Miley.
"Sorry," he says, taking my silence as a no, "That was a stupid idea... I just thought... the other day you looked like you really missed it..."
"No," I say slowly, with a smile creeping onto my face, "I wanna do it. I think that's a great idea, Nick!"
He smiles widely at me and I lean in to kiss him.
"I love you," I say with a smile.
"I love you, too," he replies, "Whether you're signed, unsigned, even though you're unemployed," I smacked him lightly and he smiled, "I love you anyway. And I always will."