Chapter 21

Demi P.O.V

I was expecting to be woken up in the night from the pain, surprising myself I didn't. My head was rested on Nick's chest when I woke, his hand stroking my hair. He was singing a song ever so quietly I could just make out the lyrics. Kissed her for the first time yesterday. He was singing Lovebug, the song he wrote for me. I kissed his chest and he stopped singing, I rolled over so I was facing him. He smiled down at me, rubbing my cheek with the pad of his thumb. He bent down pecking my lips, sucking on my bottom lip, making a slight moan escape.

"Morning baby, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, no pain at all really." I shrugged my shoulders. Glancing around the room, I couldn't find the clock. "Nick, baby what's the time?"

He stretched his arm out, reaching over to the bedside table grabbing his phone.

"Quarter past ten." He placed the phone back on the table and carried on stroking my hair.

"Erghhh, I hate sleeping in late, I need to shower, and I'm meeting Taylor at twelve to go shopping." He untangled his arms from my waist, letting me free.

"Can I join you?" I turned back, smirking.

"You want to come shopping Nicky?" I grinned, knowing it was the shower he wanted to join me in.

"No the shower, please?" He widened his eyes.

"I thought you'd never ask." I stood up off the bed, pain shooting through my legs almost immediately. I would have fallen onto the floor if the bedpost hadn't of been there to support my weight. Nick jumped off of the bed running over to me.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"Just a little bit sore, you know." I limped slightly towards the door.

"Baby, I'm so sorry." He wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind. I turned, Nick's face was all crumpled up, and he looked so worried and guilty. I reached my hand up to his cheek and caressed the side of his face with my thumb; rubbing the forced lines of worry away.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I played with the mini curls at the side of his face, just above his ear.

"I hurt you; I didn't want to hurt you." He pulled away, stepping back. Letting my arms fall limp in front of me.

"Nick, I knew that was going to happen, it doesn't hurt that much."

"Demi, you're in pain. I can see that." He growled.

"Nick, baby it'll go away soon, it's not that bad." I winced, stepping forward.

"Demi, stop denying it, I hurt you, we both know that." He shouted, causing me to flinch and step back.

"Okay, Nick you hurt me. Yes, you hurt me for one minute and it wasn't your fault, now please shut up." I chuckled. His mouth twitched, he wanted to laugh.

"We don't have to do it again, if you don't want to." He reached for me, pulling me closer, into contact with his hard chest.

"Baby, we are definitely doing it again." I chuckled although I was being completely serious.

"Okay, well instead of a shower, let me run you a bath?"

"With bubbles?" My face lit up, I needed bubbles.

"Of course with bubbles, who doesn't have bubbles in a bath?" He let go of my waist and walked into the bathroom, the sound of water rushing out of the tap and hitting the hard surface, surrounding the bath was heard seconds later.

Last night was perfect; it couldn't have gone any better. For once there were no interruptions, although that was kind of our thing. In the back of my mind I was expecting someone to burst through the door and stop Nick and I again, maybe a surprise visit from his parents to see how they're doing or Nate forgetting his cell, but it never came. Not like I'm complaining.

I couldn't stop thinking about how Nick's body fitted perfectly into mine. The moans and 'I love you's' were still circling in my mind, doing hundreds of invisible laps. He was so gentle and caring; it's all I've ever wished my first time to be like. Although I never imagined it'd be Nick I'd be doing it with, but I wouldn't have changed anything for the world. I ran my fingertips over my body, still relishing and reliving his touch from last night. The way he would be so firm and strong and then seconds later he would be so loving and gentle, even thinking about it sent shivers down my spine. Although I was sore now I knew we would definitely be doing it again, over and over.

I turned just as Nick was coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, still showing off his muscular torso.

"Bath's ready baby." He walked over to me, wrapping his hand in mine, pulling me up.

"Okay, thank you." I spoke through gritted teeth as the pain still remained in my legs. Nick must have noticed as the next thing I felt was being lifted up into the air and Nick's hands resting on my ass.

"Nick what are you doing?" I chuckled, trailing my fingers up and down his back.

"Carrying you to the bathroom, what does it look like?"

"I know that, I mean why?"

"Why? You're hurting I can see that so I'm carrying you to stop the pain."

"You're so cute."

"Demi, I am not cute." He huffed, putting me down in the bath. The pain in between my legs immediately going away as the hot water soothed and fixed the pained muscles in my body. I turned as Nick's towel dropped to the floor, seconds later he joined me in the bath, sitting opposite me.

"Feeling better?"

"Yes, much better, thank you so much." I closed my eyes, letting the feeling of ecstasy take over.

"Come here." He tugged on my arm, pulling me along the bath, slotting me in between his legs. He pulled me back a little so my back rested on his torso. These were the types of moments I loved, being with Nick in such close contact. He kissed my neck and brought his mouth to my ear.

"Now Demi, don't get too turned on with what I'm about to do." His hands grabbed at the skin on the top of my shoulders. He rubbed and caressed the tight muscles in my shoulders and lower back.

"Oh my, this is perfect." I moaned resulting in a chuckle from Nick.

"What did I say about getting too excited Demi?" He whispered, sending shivers down my spine.

Half an hour later and I was completely relaxed and somehow tired, even though I had just woken up from an eight hour sleep about an hour ago? Nick's hands were still lazily rubbing at my back, the strong firm touches had turned into soft and gentle squeezes. However much I wanted to stay in the bath all day with Nick, naked. One the bath water had gone cold and two Taylor was going to be here in half an hour and I still wasn't anywhere near getting ready. I stood up, grabbing the towel from the side and wrapping it around my small frame. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and grabbed another towel handing it to Nick, who was now standing to. I lifted both legs over the bath and headed to the sink to brush my teeth. The mirror had steamed up from the condensation of the hot water, leaving it almost impossible for me to look into it without wiping it, which I did. I squirted toothpaste on my toothbrush and Nick's, running it under the tap I pushed it into my mouth brushing my teeth, quickly and carefully. I felt Nick's presence behind me; he grabbed his toothbrush and mirrored my actions. For the next two minutes we brushed our teeth in silence apart from when Nick decided to pull funny faces in the mirror causing me to spit all my toothpaste out of my mouth and onto the mirror. I cleaned it for a second time before placing my toothbrush back in the cupboard, which was followed by Nick's seconds after.

"Now I can kiss you without the smell of morning breath." I chuckled, pecking his lips. He tried to deepen the kiss but however much I wanted to I really needed to get ready for Taylor. I pulled away and walked out of the bathroom, heading to my closet. I glanced over all of the clothes I had decided to bring, imagining what shirt I could wear with what jeans or shorts. After several minutes of consideration I pulled out a pair of blue skinny jeans with a cute black laced shirt from topshop. This shirt was one of my most recent and most favourite purchases. Next I pulled out a pink bra with matching panties and slung them on the side. I heard the bed creak; meaning Nick had joined me in the room. I dropped my towel and with a loud gasp and moan from Nick I began getting ready. I knew he was watching me closely, so I decided to put on a little show for him. I picked my panties up pulling them on; Nick loved it when I wore French panties so I tried to wear them quite often. Well as often as I could, a girl could only have as many French panties. I picked my bra up, purposefully dropping it on the floor, I bent over wiggling my ass slightly and grabbed my bra, doing up the clasp. Another moan escaped Nick's lips, making this game even more pleasurable for both of us.

I slung my shirt and jeans on within seconds, adjusting the crumpled up bits on the shirt. I looked in the mirror realising I still hadn't done anything with my hair, letting my hair out of the messy bun it was in. I decided I would let it do its own thing by leaving it down, naturally curly. I turned to Nick who was slouching up against the pillows looking exasperated. I walked over to the bed and sat next to him, grabbing his hand.

"Nick baby you okay?"

"Do you know how hard that was not to jump you right then?" He huffed.

"Why didn't you?" I raised my eyebrows

"Because you're in pain, and I'm not a selfish person."

"Who says I'm still in pain now?" I licked my lips, Nick's eyes widened.

"You mean, I could have?"

"Yes, but it's too late now, I have to go meet Taylor." I shrugged my shoulders.

"When's Taylor coming?"

"Twelve, why?"

"Technically we have eight minutes until she arrives." He winked.

"We do? How am I going to pass those eight minutes?" I thought out loud.

"I have an idea." He pulled me onto his lap, crashing his lips onto mine, slipping his tongue inside past my lips. His hands snaked their way up under my shirt and caressed my breasts through the material of my bra. I rolled my hips against his, causing friction between the both of us.

"Demi, Taylor's here!" Joe bellowed from down the stairs. I peeled my lips away from Nick's to muster out a reply.

"Okay, I'm coming." I climbed off Nick's lap, adjusting my clothes and hair in the mirror. "How do I look?" Nick licked his lips.

"You look beautiful."

"Thank you baby, we'll be back at round five?"

"You're going shopping for five hours?"

"Yes, that's not even long, too short come to think of it."

"No, five hours is already too long to be away from you for."

"Aww, you're very cute."

"Stop saying I'm cute."

"Sorry, baby I have to go, I'll text you during the day okay?"

"Yes, I love you, be careful."

"I will, I love you." I walked towards him pecking his lips only to be brought back down and pulled into a sweet, mouth-watering kiss. I pulled away shocked and slightly light headed.

"That'll do you for the day, bye baby." He winked

"Bye." I shouted as I closed the door and made my way downstairs. I greeted Taylor and Joe; minutes later we were out the door and were greeted by the warmth of this hot Friday afternoon.

"My car or your car?"

"Taylor, I thought we were friends?" I gasped.

"I just thought we were ready to move that step further?" We both laughed, our sense of humour was exactly the same: we were both full of sarcasm. I tell you Taylor Swift is the funniest person I've ever met, not many people know her as funny but as soon as you meet her you realise why people have her classed under that category.

Taylor and I have been friends since I was a kid, she's always been there for me and I've always been there for her to. Our parents were already close friends and we were basically forced to get on with each other, never in the world would I have thought that I would be this close to Taylor sixteen years down the line. Every moment I had as a kid, Taylor has somehow always been connected to it, whether she's been there with me or if she helped throw the party. We're not best friends as Selena fills that role for me and Emma fills that role for Taylor, I would say she's more like an older sister, I love her. We haven't seen each other in months due to her busy schedule and her new album release, whenever she was free I was busy and whenever she was free, I was busy. It was to say the least that I missed her.

"Did you bring your Mercedes?" I questioned.

"Yes." She nodded.

"The purple one?"

"Of course what do you take me for? I know that's your favourite one of my cars."

"Tay, you know me so well." We both chuckled and climbed into her sleek Mercedes.

"We're going to have so much fun, shopping, eating and don't forget gossiping!"

The engine started and we were off down the driveway and out of the private gates.

Two hours into the shopping trip we decided to have lunch at one of the many expensive restaurants that lined the strip we were shopping on. After fifteen minutes of debating we decided on the classy yet casual restaurant; Allesandro's. It was a family business, run by Americans who recently took over the restaurant from the actual Allesandro. We were escorted to our table by a middle aged, well-dressed woman. Her blonde hair was neatly tied in a bun, which sat on the top of her head. She couldn't have been over thirty five, but the eye wrinkles gave away her secret of being older. She placed the menu's down in front of us both, giving us a minute to order.

I scanned the menu, looking for anything that made my mouth water. I didn't fancy fish or meat really, I spotted the salad section. There it was that's what I was going for. Southern fried chicken pieces mixed in with a green salad. Perfect. The waitress came back over, pad and pen in her hand ready to take our orders.

"Ready to order ladies?" She smiled.

"Yes, can I have the Southern fried chicken with the green salad please?"

"Yes, and to drink?"

"I'll just have an ice tea, thank you." I gave her back the menu.

"Hi, yeah I'll have the same, thank you." Taylor chuckled as we ordered the same meal.

"I'll be back with your drinks in a minute." She nodded before walking off to the bar.

Taylor placed both hands on the table, raising her eyebrows.

"Taylor, why are you doing that face? It's kind of creepy?" I laughed nervously.

"You didn't tell me you were dating Nick Jonas?" She clearly had been holding out on this ever since she saw me and Nick at it.

"It happened like a month ago, I haven't told anyone apart from mum and dad." I shrugged.

"You two were pretty close the other day? Huh, are you being safe?" It took me a while but I finally figured out what she was implying.

"Taylor, I am not having the sex talk with you. Please stop, I like you let's not change that." I shook my head. The waitress came back giving us our drinks and excusing herself away. I sipped on my ice tea while scanning Taylor's face for any kind of a sign of what she was thinking.

"Taylor, what are you doing?"

"I just- you're like my little sister -and I don't want you to- get caught up in a problem that could- wreck your life, you know?"

"Fine, Taylor yes we're being safe, I'm not stupid like that." I huffed, crossing my arms.

"Demi I didn't say you're stupid, I just I care about you, a lot and I don't want to see you hurt in the future." I reached across the table, grabbing her hand.

"I won't get hurt, Nick's not like that and I appreciate that you care about me." I smiled sweetly.

"Okay well if you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm here okay?"

"Tay, you'd be the first person I'd come to." I squeezed her hand.

We sat in silence for mere seconds before the food was plated in front of us, it looked mouth-watering delicious. My belly rumbled at the sight of it, I picked my fork up and began to eat, bit by bit.

"So Tay, what's going on with you and Joe?"

"We're just friends."

"Oh really?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yes, nothing will ever change; he knows that friendship is all that I can offer because of what happened last time. I can't put my heart through that again." She shoved a bit of chicken in her mouth along with some lettuce.

I think I needed to tell her that Joe and I dated, I mean this is basically my sister and I can't sit her lying to her face, it's just not me.

"Tay, I need to tell you something." I dropped my fork, suddenly becoming full.

"What is it?"

"I don't want to hurt you or feel like I betrayed you." She also dropped her fork, putting on a more stern face.

"Demi what did you do?"

"I liked someone for like a year and he finally became interested in me, we started to date and things got kind of messed up and we broke up."

"Demi, please don't tell me you're talking about Joe?" My throat had suddenly become dry; I nodded not being able to speak.

"No, Demi why? You know what he's like; you saw what he done to me." Her eyes glassed over.

"I know but I thought that I loved him when I didn't, it was just a crush."

"Did he hurt you, emotionally?" She looked so sad and disappointed in me, it made me feel physically sick.

"Yes."

"Demi what did he do?"

"He cheated on me with someone else." She gasped as a tear ran down her face. I caused this, I caused her to cry, and it was my fault.

"Shit Demi." Taylor only swears when she's angry, disappointed or upset. I'm guessing she's feeling all three of these emotions now.

"Are you pissed at me?"

"Demi I'm not pissed at you, I'm just a little disappointed, I thought better of you."

"I'm sorry."

"I don't understand why you're apologising? I don't care that you dated Joe, me and him are in the past, I'm just shocked that you did."

"He hurt me so much Taylor, I thought he was my life. You know what, if Nick hadn't of been there all that time, I don't know what would of happened to me. I regret a lot of things but dating Joe was not one of them. If I hadn't of dated Joe, Nick and I wouldn't be together now, I wouldn't change a thing." I sniffled.

"I thought he was mine too, but I was wrong. God gave us chosen paths, we have no control over what happens, everything that seems so bad now, will get easier and better in the future."

"So you're not angry at me?"

"Why would I be angry at you? It was a mistake, we learn from each and every one we do." She smiled reassuringly.

"Please don't bite Joe's head off about it, it's in the past and it needs to stay in the past."

"I wouldn't say anything; I kind of like being friends with Joe again."

"Thank you, he's alright." They both chuckled.

"Want to get back home? I know you've been missing Nick like crazy?"

"How did you know?"

"Well you have been attached to that phone all day, constantly texting." She laughed as she put down a fifty, leaving the waitress a hefty tip.

"Tay, let me pay half?"

"No come on, the money's down, you'll pay next time." She linked her arm through mine as we strolled out into the warm weather of Los Angeles. I heard clicks and flashes of bright white light meaning only one thing. Paparazzi.