Miley reread Nick's tweet for what seemed like the billionth time. "Life happens. Adapt. Embrace change, and make the most of everything that comes your way. Goodnight." She wondered if it had been a message for her, a stay strong and it'll be okay message. The blue eyed nineteen year old knew that'd be crazy thought. Why would he waste his time reading about what'd she'd been up to? What trouble she was getting into? - She knew he wouldn't.

They hadn't spoke to each over in over a year and a half. But then again, why should they, she asked herself. Looking at her phone, she chucked he time. It was ten at night on June 11, 2012. Exactly six years ago, she'd met and fallen in love with a shy boy with a sarcastic sense of humor, a perfect smirk, and the voice of an angel. Nicholas Jerry Grey.

Eyeing her scarred wrists, she let a tear fall from her cheek. She'd never blatantly admit it to anyone, buy Miley was not okay. She was far from okay, actually. She was lost -again- only this time, Prince Charming wasn't there to pick up the pieces, there was no fairy godmother and so there she sat, in her rotting pumpkin, or in reality's case, her broken hope and broken heart. No one was there for her. Her family had their own troubles to deal with, her fake publicity fiancé didn't care, and all her friends that truly cared about her were gone because they got tired of her pushing them away. This was why she was confused about Nick's tweet, because it seemed like he was reaching out to her, when the pictures of her torn wrists had surfaced on the web, there was his tweet. Was he trying to reach out to her? Let her know he'd always be there? But she knew he wouldn't. He hadn't always been there for her in the past, so why start now?

Feeling her phone vibrate in her hands, she opened a new text message, hoping it'd be from a friend. Of course though, it wasn't. It was just her PR team. They wanted her to go to Pinkberry with Liam. She replied her eyes, Pink berry was Nick and her spot. And her PR team knew that. That was why they wanted her to venture on over to the frozen yogurt shop with Liam today. She texted them back saying she was sick. Yet another lie of the hundreds that have been spurting out of her mouth lately. She was really getting sick of lying, but she knew it came with the territory of being the most famous woman in the world.

Grabbing her guitar, she let her fingers craze over the strings, a familiar melody coming to life. Her eyes flickered to the window for a moment, it was pouring. A second ago, the sky was just filled of dark grey portentous clouds, but now, the rain had turned the sky into a terrorizing storm filled with thunder and lightening. She rolled her eyes, it rarely rained in California, but God just had to choose this date for it to rain? The only thing Miley hated more than anything- even more than the paparazzi, was being alone during a thunderstorm.

The only thing she could think of during storms was December 19, 2007. And "Before THe Storm". Nick and Miley had broken up on a day where it was raining so hard and thundering so much that one could suggest that the end of the world was closely approaching and people wouldn't think they were crazy. And on that day, December 19, Miley thought the end of the world was approaching because although she'd already been through so much by that day, she was in more pain than she'd ever been in before. She just laid on the pavement beside her tour bus as the freezing rain poured down onto her shaking body. Her parents told her she'd get sick and have to postpone tour dates, but she didn't care. With his words 'I think we should break up' right before they'd gone on stage, her world had come crumbling down.

A loud sigh escaped Miley's mouth when a loud crash of thunder boomed from the protruding sky and the lights had shut off. It was now pitch dark. She was in the middle of cursing the storm when there was a knock on her door. She got off the couch and grabbed a baseball bat, just in case it was a psychopathic murder, and opened the door. Although she could only see the silhouette of the guest, she knew who it was and opened the door wide so they could come out of the ceaseless downpour. He closed the door of the house that he'd passed dozens of times, but had never actually stepped foot in. Well, until now at least.

Butterflies erupted in the brunette's stomach as her nerves got the best of her. It still scared her how she could be on stage in front of millions of people wearing almost nothing, but just seeing him made her jittery.

No words were said for a while. They were readjusting to being in the same room with each other. The only light was the flashes of lightening that periodically illuminated their faces. They eyes connected with each other and they just stared at each other when the light appeared, taking in their new appearances.

"What are you doing here, Nick," Miley asked, her arms crossed as she attempted to block herself away from him.

He was surprised at her question, her voice was too quiet for Miley and the shakiness of her breath worried him. Since when was Miley so weak, he asked himself. Nick thought she'd yell at him for coming, but she hadn't. And then a thought crossed his mind- maybe she was too tired to fight. Or maybe, she was just tired of fighting.

Taking a few steps closer to her, he twiddled his thumbs nervously before dropping his hands and rubbing the back of his neck. She knew what today was, right, he questioned to himself. "I came to see if you were okay."

"I'm fine," she replied, her voice cracking. He cared about her and was there. Her heart skipped a beat and the butterflies increased, which just annoyed her.

Nick walked closer and cupped her face with his large muscular hands.

"W-What are you doing," she questioned trying to keep her walls up.

"Attempting to make what you said true. Trying to make you okay," he replied before placing his lips against her's/

She stood there puzzled for a moment before she pulled away, "don't. I don't want you to make me okay. I'm fine already."

"Shh," he whispered kissing her again. She sighed and gave in, too tired to fight and even if she wasn't tired, she knew it'd be useless to fight. He'd win the end anyways.

Her hands went to his hair and as she jumped up so her legs were wrapped around his waist. Nick smiled slightly and continued to kiss her, deepening it a bit. Looking around the room without breaking the kiss, he waked towards the stairs, guessing her room where her room was. Miley pulled away and got off of him.

"What are we doing?"

"Being Nick and Miley," he retorted, letting out a light chuckled.

She blushed and took his hand, leading him to her large master bedroom. He put his hands on her waist and gently pushed her against the wall, letting their lips crash together again. A soft moan escaped Miley's mouth as she let the tension out of her body and watched all her worries float away.

In the early hours of the morning, Nick placed a final kiss on her lips and wrapped his strong bare arms around

naked body. Miley buried her head into his chest and placed her hand on his side, her arms draped around his toned stomach. His fingers combed through her short tangled hair as their legs twisted entwined under the covers.

A few light tears fell from Miley's eyes and and onto Nick's chest. "Don't cry, please don't cry," he begged, "you know I hate it when you cry. I thought I made you feel better...feel okay."

A small smile fell onto her swollen lips, "you made- you make me feel amazing, but did you just come because it was as our anniversary? Are things going to go back to what they were before? Because I'm slowly suffocating here, Nick. You can't just come here and make love to me multiple times and then leave like what happened last year. I'd only suffocate faster. And this so-called engagement to Liam, it's driving me crazy, Nick. I don't want him. I never wanted him. I've always wanted you. I love you."

"Miley, I love you too," he looked deepen into her eyes when the lightening flashed into the room again, "nothing is going to be like it was. When I come back from New York, I'll come back. I promise."

"Or..." she hesitated, "or I could come to New York with you. Haven't been to the city in a while. We could just go there to get away for a bit. You could still do your work, but when you were off, we could be there together," she said laughing lightly before quickly cutting it off, "unless you think that'd be too public."

His hand ran up and down her arm, "we're doing this right this time. If you want, we can go public. Or if you don't, that's fine too. Our status is up to you."

She blushed and smiled, "I don't think we should choose. I think we should just let go and love life. Love each other. If he paparazzi find out, so be it."

"And no lies or secrets, okay? We're going to be much strong this time."

"I like the sounds of that," she said smiling. She had doubts, she had fears and insecurities, but most importantly, she had him. She had her Prince Charming back.

The Next Week

OceanUP: Spotted. Nick Grey and Miley Stewart leaving his New York City apartment hand in had. Welcome back, Niley! Luckily Liam and Miley didn't get married, they'd probably have an even shorter marriage than Kim K! Hope Nick and Miley can "Stay". Who's happy this couple's back? We know we are!

A/N: I wrote this when they Miam wasn't engaged so I had to adapt it a bit, but I still think it came out pretty well. Oh! And I changed my username on Twitter and FanFiction. I'm now WakingUp2Roses on both of them. Demi song lyrics! XD Anyways, Happy Niley Day, my lovelies!