Don't own anything except the plot.
"Thank you, everybody! Hope you have a good night!" Nick said, to the screaming audience in front of him. And took a bow.
The crowd had gone crazy tonight, especially when he debuted his song 'Stay' and had a little emotional breakdown. He couldn't help it, it was just.. involuntary. He never had a problem with hiding his emotions before, but lately it was just impossible to hide the growing pain he felt inside.
He was now backstage, talking to a group of people. When suddenly one of them said something that would send Nicks world crashing down.
"Yo, Nick. Did you hear about the news?" John, his fellow band member said.
"No, what?" Nick asked, assuming it was probably nothing big.
"Dude, you serious? Its all over the news!" Another one of his band members spoke.
"I didn't. What is it, though?" He asked, growing genuinely curious now.
"Miley Cyrus got into an accident, and paparazzi got the whole thing on video. It was nasty, man." John flinched.
"What?" Nick asked, to confirm if he had heard correctly.
"Its true, She's in the hospital or something now." The other guy explained.
Nicks head started spinning. Did all this really happen? And why didn't anybody tell him?
"No, It s got to be a rumor, things like that are never true.. " Nick said, trying to convince himself more than anybody else.
"Dude, Its legit. See it for yourself on the tv."
Nick started to get more and more panicked by the second, "Ok, somebody flip to the news channel" He gulped.
The channel on the large plasma screen that was placed by the corner of the room, was suddenly switched to a news channel by someone in the room, and the screen flashed with videos and news about just one person.
Miley Cyrus gets into a accident, reports say that she is suffering from minor injuries and is now admitted in LA general hospital.
There was a video playing in the background, too. Video of a Mercedes Benz smashed up against a truck, and of people gathering round it.
But, Nick couldn't see anything anymore. He couldn't feel. It was like his whole world crashing down, and was sucking him in some kind of bottomless black hole.
It took him a minute for him to regain his senses, and the first thing that came to his mind was that he needed to know if she was okay. He quickly rushed out of the room, without looking back, and called out for his Dad.
"Whats the matter, Nick?" His dad, Aka his manager asked his son, when he finally found him.
"I need to leave, Now." Was all he could manage to say.
"Where?"
"You know where! I cant believe you didn't tell me Miley got into an accident!" He said, frustrated.
Paul ignored his sons accusation, "But, son. You've got a concert tomorrow. You cant just leave now! You'll never make it back in time."
Nick groaned, "I don't care! I'm old enough to make my own decisions! So are you gonna book me the next ticket to LA or should I do that myself?"
Paul sighed, he knew there was no way to make his son understand. "Fine, We'll cancel tomorrows concert. But, your going to make a habit out of this Nicholas. Understand?"
Nick nodded, quickly. Growing more and more annoyed and frustrated by the second. He didn't have time for his dads lectures.
"I'll go call the airport." His dad stated, and then walked away, Typing a number up on his phone.
About 2 hours later, Nick was in a car. Speeding away to the airport. This was the only flight that was available at the time, and all the wait was practically killing Nick inside. He didn't know if Miley was alright, he needed to see her. Now. He had called Tish's number, but it didn't respond. Same with Brandi and Trace. Guess they had switched it off because of the media or something.
He felt like a complete outsider, as he relied for the media for any news about the love of his life. He didn't even know if she was alive!
Suddenly, Nicks phone started ringing. He hastily pulled in out of his pocket, hoping it to be someone who had news about Miley.
JOE flashed across the screen.
"Talk to me," Nick said, quickly picking up.
"Dude, your on your way to LA? Dad told me." Joe said, through the line.
"Yeah, going to see Miley." Nick replied.
"Oh, don't worry about her. I talked to Tish as soon as I heard the news, Mileys Okay. The media is just blowing it out of proportion." Joe stated.
A wave of relief washed over Nick, At least she's okay. But, then anger filled his body. "You knew this and you didn't even bother telling me? I've been worried sick Joe! And you, my own brother, don't even tell me!" Nick spat, suddenly.
"I didn't want to tell you during your concert, you know how hard it is to perform when your worried about something!" Joe said, defensive now.
"I would have cancelled the concert Joe, that's not important."
"Don't say that, fans are important, and you know that!" Joe almost snapped.
"I know, but.. I love her." Nick said, his voice cracking slightly towards the end.
Joe sighed, "She's going to be alright. Don't worry."
"I hope.." Just then, the driver announced they had reached their destination.
"Got to go, I've reached the airport. Bye, Joe." Nick said, hanging up without waiting for a response.
He quickly got out of the car, just a few more hours and then he'll be with her.
….
When Nick finally got to LA, and reached the hospital, he saw a whole crowd of people gathered outside it. Even though it was late at night, the people refused to leave until they knew Miley was alright. They had signs like 'We love you Miley' or 'Get well soon'.
Nick took a long breath, its gonna be really hard to hide his visit from the media now, but he didn't really care. He rushed inside, crossing the crowd of people with the help of his loyal bodyguard, Big Rob.
Once he got inside, he asked the person on the reception Mileys room number, and rushed to find it.
When he finally found it, he saw Tish and Brandi sitting outside.
"Nick?" Tish asked, surprised, when she suddenly caught sight of him.
"Is Miley alright?" He said, desperately asking the question that had been burning in his throat for so long.
"Shes fine.. Just a few minor injuries. The doctors say that shes lucky she survived. That truck almost smashed her car, It's a miracle shes here with right now without a broken rib or arm. But, Its just that, well she still hasn't regained unconsciousness. The doctors say she'll wake up by tomorrow morning.." Tish explained, she looked like she had been crying her eyes out.
Nick took another deep breath, "I'm sorry, Can I see her?"
"Yeah, sure." She nodded, and stepped to a side to give him way.
Nick slowly opened the door, unsure whether if he'd be able to take it or not. But, when the door finally opened and revealed Miley resting on the bed, with her eyes closed and several wires coming out of her arms and head, he suddenly felt a strong urge to wrap her in her arms and make her all better.
But, instead, he just sighed and slowly approached her bed and took a seat on the chair in front of it,
"Miles…" He breathed, carefully stroking her cheek without touching the wires. "I'm so sorry. I love you." He continued. And to his surprise, a tear slipped down his cheek. Then another, and another and soon enough he found himself crying over his ex- girlfriends hospital bed.
…
When Miley woke up the next morning, she felt a sharp pain piercing her head. She looked around the unfamiliar room, and struggled to get up. Failing miserably, she just whipped her head up and her eyes scoped the room.
She saw a familiar figure lying on the small couch nearby, her mom.
"Mom?" She said, it took all her energy to say these words yet they still sounded so weak.
Tish eyes flew open, and she hastily scrambled up from the couch. "Miley, baby. Your awake!" She cried out.
"Mom, what happened?" Miley said, racking her brains for any memory of what lead to this condition.
"Honey, are you okay? Does anything hurt? I'm just so glad your awake!" Tish rambled, a few tears of happiness spilling out of her eyes.
"I'm good, uh.. what happened?" She repeated her question.
Tish bit her bit before answering, hesitantly. "You got in an accident, and injured yourself."
"Oh," Miley exclaimed, it all started coming back to her now.
Paparazzi, A truck, and something about being pissed at Nick.
She felt a tinge of pain when she thought about Nick, but then she remembered the paparazzi taking a picture. "Mom, Do the people know I got into a car wreck?" She asked, almost frantically.
"Someone made a video of the accident, and well.. its all over the news." Tish replied, slowly.
"Crap." She muttered to herself.
"All your fans are here to support you, though." Tish smiled, but then frowned as she continued, "You got all of us so worried."
"Don't worry, I feel okay now." Miley replied, softly.
Tish smiled, and carefully hugged her daughter. It was an awkward kind of hug, since Miley was attached to several wires but It didn't really matter.
"I'll go tell the doctor your awake so they can run some tests." Tish informed when she pulled away and smiled as she walked out of the room.
Outside the room, Nick was sitting, half-awake, half-asleep on a chair nearby. But, quickly stood up as he heard Tish stepping out of the room.
"Tish! Any progress?" He asked, quickly.
Tish smiled, "She's awake."
Relief washed all over Nick. "Oh, thank God!" He exclaimed, and hugged Tish.
"Can I go see her?" He continued, eagerly.
"I'm going to go call the doctor first. So that they can check if shes okay, but after that, yes." She told him, and then walked off to find the doctor.
After what seemed like forever, The doctor came out of Mileys room, and told them that they could go see if her if they like.
Nick quickly nodded, and got up to go see Miley.
When he opened the door, she was propped up against the hospital bed. No wires were coming out of her anymore, and she seemed.. more lively.
However, surprise was evident on her face when she saw Nick standing there on the doorway.
"Hi," Nick said, with a shy wave.
"Um, Nick?" Miley said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
Nick nervously scratched the back of his neck, "I, uh, came to see you."
"Oh, um, come here, then." She said, and managed a weak smile. It was crazy how awkward things were between them right now.
Nick nodded, and managed a small smile of his own as he made his way towards the chair placed in front of her bed.
"How are you feeling now?" He asked, out of worry.
"Good, I think?" She muttered.
Nick smiled, "You don't just how much you had me worried. I thought you were seriously hurt.." He said, in a small voice. And involuntarily, reached out for her hand. It was like natural instinct.
Miley just shrugged, and pulled her hand away when he grabbed it.
"Oh, Sorry.." Nick muttered, embarrassed.
An air of awkward silence hung upon them, none of them knew what to say. But then, Nick finally spoke, rather abruptly.
"How did you get into an accident, Miley?" He blurted out.
"What?" Miley replied, confused by his question.
"I mean, I know you're a careful driver. You have never got a ticket in your entire life, then how did you let this happen?" Nick said, a bit more firmly this time.
"It just happened-" Nick cut her off mid sentence;
"You didn't do it purposely, did you Miley? You know better than that." Nick said, finally voicing his suspicion.
"What? No, I'm not trying to kill myself!" Miley said, shocked my his accusation.
Nick sighed in relief, "Just.. be careful, okay?"
Miley gritted her teeth, "Stop Nick. I know how to take care of myself. I just had a lot on my mind that day."
"I know."
The awkward silence filled the room again, but this time Miley was the one to break the ice.
"Hows Selena?" She asked, her tone resentful.
"She's.. good." Nick replied, not really sure why Miley was asking this out of the blue.
"Oh, you two plan going public any time soon?" Miley spat, surprised by the amount of venom in her tone.
Nick groaned, "Not this again. I told you this before, and I'm telling you this again, we're just friends."
"You don't have to lie to me now, Nick. We're not together anymore, so it doesn't even matter." She said, bitterly.
"Stop, Miley." Nick said, almost desperately.
"What? Are you scared of admitting it to me? Did she forbid you from doing so?" Miley said, not really thinking straight anymore. She just needed to release the anger that was bottled in her for so long.
"Stop, please. I don't want to argue with you now. Your still recovering from the accident." Nick said, slowly but firmly.
"Oh, Please. Don't pretend like I don't know anything. Its everywhere! You dating Selena again!" Miley spat.
Nick took a deep breath, trying to control the anger that suddenly boiled up inside of him. "So, you choose to believe some lame rumor on the internet, instead of taking my word for it?" He shot.
"Yes, because I know your lying." Miley yelled.
"Wow, good to know you trust me so much." Nick said, bitterly.
"I lost my trust in you a long time ago. When you started sneaking off behind my back."
This did it, Nick got up. "You know what? Miley. I don't get you. I loved you, so fucking much. But you still choose to blame me for things that I didn't even do! And then I come here to see you, and you start the same thing all over again! I don't even care anymore, just believe what you want. I'm out of here!" He bellowed. And stormed out the room, without even sparing a second glance.
Miley just watched him leave, tears welling up in her eyes without her permission. Regret washed over her, was she really so harsh? Maybe he was really telling the truth. And she blew it, Oh God, since when did things get so fucked up?
Ahh, I took a bit long to update. Sorry, but I've been busy with school and stuff. :O Things are going to start looking up in the next chapter. :) Review?