A/N: Wow, you guys took the polls by a storm! And the reviews were great, so thanks! Sorry if this chapter isnt amazing or anything, I just wanted to finish it for you. By the way, keep reading, even if you think that it's going to turn out a certain way. Just keep reading.

Chapter 10

Nick sat in the plastic hospital chair, fiddling with his fingers and trying not to fall asleep while Jake sat across from him, his head rested on the back of the chair he was sitting in and he was humming an unfamiliar tune. Both boys refused to leave until they heard an update on Miley, and the 4 days of her being in a coma and the little or no sleep at all had taken a toll on both. Jackson was also there, he came back the day after his meeting, but wasn't as in anticipation to hear the news as Jake and Nick.

When the doctor walked in the room, all three boys stood eagerly, awaiting the news. The doctor took a deep breath before beginning to speak. "Well, boys, I am pleased to say that Miss Stewart has come out of her coma." Nick and Jake both sighed a big breath of relief and Jackson smiled. "She needs to stay another day for tests, but then she will be free to go."

All three thanked the doctor before sitting back down. "Nick, you can go. I'll take Miley from here," Jake said, motioning for Nick to leave.

"No, I need to talk to her," Nick responded, narrowing his eyes.

"Listen, buddy," Jake said in a cold tone, pushing him against the wall. "I don't know what you did with Miley while she was here, and I don't know if I want to, but she's my fiancée. She loved you years back, but now she is with me. You missed out."

"What the hell, man? What's your problem?" Nick yelled. A mother holding a small baby looked over at them, shaking her head in disapproval.

"You are. You ruined me and Miley's relationship, and that's not okay," Jake yelled back, ignoring the stares. He brought his fist up to Nick's face before Jackson pushed it away.

"Dude. Chill. Let Miley decide for herself," he said, walking out of the waiting area and towards the elevator.

"This is not over," Jake muttered under his breath before walking towards Miley's room.

He walked right in, seeing Miley sleeping and a nurse beside her, folding a blanket. "Sir, visiting hours are from 10 to 6. Right now its 9 o'clock. You have to wait an hour before seeing her," she said once she looked up at him.

"Uh, excuse me? I'm Jake Ryan. Miley's fiancée and Hollywood's biggest star. I suggest you get out of here and give us some privacy."

The young woman looked up at him with scared eyes, scurrying away.

Jake walked up to the side of the bed where Miley was resting and his face softened. He wrapped his hand around hers, squeezing it gently. She stirred for a moment, then her eyes fluttered open. She smiled seeing Jake in front of her.

"Hey, baby," she said as he leaned down to give her a peck on the lips.

"Hey, Miles. So we are going to go home in a little bit after they finish the tests, okay?" he asked.

"'Kay," she murmured before drifting off into a light sleep.

Jake helped Miley off the bed, then waited patiently as she changed back into her normal clothes and out of the hospital dress. He wrapped his arm around her waist, guiding her out of the room and into the hallway. They were passing by the waiting room to get to the elevator when Miley saw Nick. He stood, walking over and greeting her, kissing her softly on her cheek.

"Hey, Nick," she whispered guiltily.

"Miley, can we talk for a second?" he pleaded.

"Yeah. Jake, why don't you go call a taxi? I'll meet you out there."

He nodded, not wanting to make her mad by saying no, then left Nick and Miley alone. Nick led Miley to the cafeteria, and they sat down at a table. They were alone, which was exactly what Nick wanted.

"Miley, I need to tell you something," he said softly, reaching forward and placing a comforting hand on her arm.

"Nick," she answered quietly, shaking her head and looking down, "I can't do this. It was a mistake, that other night. Jake is the one who I'm supposed to be with, not you."

She stood up and was walking out of the room when she heard Nick shout her name. She turned around, facing him. "What, Nick? What is it this time? I'm tired of your games," she shouted, tears falling from her eyes.

"What are you talking about, Miley? I've always been there for you. Always!"

"It doesn't matter anymore," she said quietly, turning back around and letting her tears flow. She heard Nick calling after her, but didn't turn around. She walked into the elevator, pressed the button to go to the first floor, and felt her heart break. She walked outside, seeing Jake talking on the phone to his manager, and gave him a fake smile. She ignored the feeling in her gut and got in the taxi, not looking back once.

"Are you ready for this?" Lilly asked her best friend. "For your wedding? Is everything under control?"

"Yeah," Miley sighed. "Everything is all under control."

"I mean with you," Lilly said, picking at the bagel in front of her. They were getting breakfast before getting set for the wedding the next day- manicures, pedicures, waxes, haircuts, highlights, spray tans, massages, facials- all as a wedding gift from Lilly and Joe.

"Um, yeah, totally. So excited!" Miley said, plastering a fake smile on her face. It was getting old now, for a whole month she had to act like nothing was wrong, everything was peachy fine, but she was afraid it was starting to show through. She told Jake that it was just nerves for the wedding, but Lilly was starting to read her. It wasn't her fault that she was completely in love with the guy that she'd rejected, and she hadn't heard from him ever since the scene in the hospital.

"Miley. Tell me the truth," Lilly stated, a serious look on her face.

Miley took a long sip of orange juice, trying to stall her answer. She knew that she couldn't sip for days, though, and finally answered. "I just… I just never really pictured Jake being the one that I walked down the aisle with."

Lilly nodded. "Then why are you marrying him?"

Miley pondered this for a moment. "You know what? We are going to be late for our hair appointment. We better get going."

Lilly sighed, knowing the truth. She didn't say anything, though, just finished her breakfast, payed, and the two started their day, the topics of the rest of the conversations not being anything too serious.

Miley got home that evening, then went to get changed before getting ready for the rehearsal dinner. She put on a classic black dress, it was strapless, there was a ribbon around it and tied in the back, and ended mid-thigh. She also wore black platform pumps and her hair down, curls framed perfectly around her face, thanks to the fresh blowout.

She sprayed a spritz of her Vera Wang perfume on the inside of her wrist, then grabbed her white Chanel tote, then hurried out of the house, running a few minutes behind. She pulled up to the hotel where the dinner was taking place, seeing Nick sitting out front of the steps. She ignored the feeling in her stomach and sighed, ignoring him.

"Miley, you aren't seriously going through with this, are you?" he called after her.

"What does it look like?" she snapped, going inside. She didn't turn around to see if Nick left or stayed, because she was already late enough. She walked in the ballroom, seeing the empty tables set up for tomorrow, and a long one filled with the most important guests in the front of the room, Jake sitting at the head with an empty seat next to him.

She smiled, apologizing to the guests as she walked by, then sat down next to Jake. He kissed her on her cheek, whispering, "Why are you late? How do you think this makes me look?"

She turned to glare at him, then turned her attention towards Lilly and Joe, who were sitting next to her.

"Hey guys!" she greeted.

"Hey," they both replied in unison, both leaning in to give her a hug.

They talked for a few minutes before the dinner was served. Miley kept conversation light with her friends surrounding her before the plates were cleared and Miley took the opportunity to get some air and talk with the others that were at the other end of the table.

She saw Nick's father, Kevin Sr., who she had asked to walk her down the aisle. Regardless of her past with Nick, he agreed, because he had been like a father to her for so many years, and now that her father was gone, he was the closest thing she had.

She smiled and hugged him and Denise. Denise said hi, then turned back to her conversation with one of Miley's bridesmaids, her friend Kaitlyn.

"So, ready for the big day?" he asked Miley.

"Um, yeah," she answered.

"Yeah, marriage is a big deal. You really only got one shot, after that it's not as big of a deal. Marriage is forever. It's serious business. You have to be sure that you really love and trust the person you are marrying, and are sure that you know them better than anyone else." Miley looked up at Jake for a second, wondering if she really knew him. "But I know that you have good choices, Miley. I know you'll do the right thing."

With that, Kevin began talking to Denise again, silently telling me that he was done saying what he needed to say. The 20 steps back to her seat felt like the longest steps of her life. She knew that Jake wasn't the one. She knew that it was incredibly wrong to be marrying him when she didn't know him, let alone love him. So what was it that told her to marry him? When she got to her seat, she stood there for a good amount of time. Lilly, Joe, and Jake all looked up at her expectantly, wondering what she was doing. They all waited in anticipation when she opened her mouth, but no words came out. Finally, she found the strength to speak. "I need to go."

Miley ran out of the room, Jake chasing after her. "What the hell do you mean you have to go? We are getting married, for God's sake," he yelled.

She turned around. "This. This is not for me. I don't even know you, Jake. I don't know who you is, at all. I cant get married to you tomorrow."

"No. There is no way that you are calling this wedding off," he spat angrily.

"Yes. Yes, I am," she responded, about to turn around when he replied.

"This isn't about me and you, it's about him. Nick," he said through clenched teeth.

"No, Jake. This is about me," she replied with an icy tone, stomping out of the hotel. She stepped onto the curb of the sidewalk, trying to hail a cab, when she felt a tug on her arm.

She turned, seeing him. The sight of him made the butterflies in her stomach have a party, but instead she rolled her eyes and turned back into the passing traffic.

"Why? Why'd you cancel it?" he asked her.

"Why do you care?" she snapped. A yellow taxi pulled up in front of her and she opened the door, about to get in.

"You know why," he responded.

"Listen, Nick, don't get all cheery on me. I didn't cancel it for you," she said, then closed the door and the taxi sped off, taking her away.

That night, Jake went clubbing. Papparazzi caught footage of him making out with three different girls. He had mourned for a few hours, then got over it with a few strippers.

That night, Miley left. No one knew where she was but herself, and she was just getting a little rehabilitation and rest from that years' drama in Jamaica, with nothing but a few outfits and a wad of cash. And an engagement ring that she was too afraid to take off, even after hearing about Jake.

That night, Nick sat in his bed, sleepless, writing songs but not finding the right words to describe how he felt. He sat in the same upright position for hours, refusing to move. He checked his cell phone for messages every five minutes, making sure that Miley hadn't called and somehow he hadn't heard it, even though his ringer was on full volume.

That night, two hearts were broken. Two people who had hated each other a year ago had found love again, yet somehow still couldn't find the courage to realize that they were in love with each other until that night. That night, they realized that they were the only two for each other. That no one else could come between their love, even if they were afraid to admit it.

A/N: Niley won almost all of the votes, but Jake didnt win ANY! So dont expect Miley to go back to him. And sorry if I scared you with Miley almost marrying Jake. I just didnt want it to be like the other stories where the girl and the guy end up together and lived happily for the rest of their lives.. blah blah blah. Hah, so Miley is a little scared right now to be with Nick, but we'll see what happens next chapter. And unfortunately, next chapter or the one after that will be the last, so tell me what you want to happen! REVIEW!! (: