Hey ya'll here's chapter 12! I've got a lot of tricks up my sleeve so I hope you enjoy this chapter and keep checking back!

Miley's POV

3 months later.

"Keep going, t-that's so good!" After a few minutes, I felt the gooey liquid gush onto my hands and went to the bathroom to wash it off, bringing a tissue back with me.

"Here, babe" I said to him.

"You know, it's better and better every time," he said with a wink.

"I'm glad." I said smiling. He pulled his pants back up after cleaning himself off and held me close for a kiss.

"I better get going, I have work tomorrow early in the morning."

"Okay. Call me tomorrow or something, will you?"

"Of course. We start the press tour next week I think. Early mornings…but at night we'll be able to be alone as much as we want." He said pushing my body hard against his again.

"Can't wait," I said back, in the same sexy tone of voice.

"Goodnight, baby"
"Goodnight, Liam" I sang.

As I closed the door and watched him make his way back to the car, I couldn't help but notice that he left right after I'd…given him his little "present" as usual. It's not that I doubted his feelings for me. I knew he genuinely cared about me. I did for him too. But he was just so different from Nick. Nick would have stayed all night with me. In fact, we probably wouldn't have gotten so far so fast. I'd known Nick almost three years. I'd known Liam three months… it still upset me that Liam and I had gotten farther than Nick and I ever had.

I've been thinking about it a lot lately. About Nick, and our relationship. And the way we ended things. Once Nick left Georgia it was just kind of a natural progression. It started getting harder and harder to see or talk to each other and pretty soon it was a more of a chore than something I looked forward to everyday. And when I hung up with Nick, angry and alone, Liam was always there. Every time. I'd go to his hotel and we'd spend the whole night talking and eating dinner or watching movies. It was nice to that while Nick was away. And then one night he became more than just a friendly shoulder to cry on. Nick and I ended things that day. Neither of us really wanted it but we both knew we couldn't be together anymore. It just wasn't working. So that night, the very night Nick and I broke up, I went over to Liam's and things went a little father than I expected.

One minute we were just hugging in the kitchen, I'd told him everything that happened with Nick, and the next minute we were making out on the sofa. Ever since then we've been boyfriend/girlfriend. And I'm happy. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. And everyone around me. Nick and I haven't talked since it happened. No one else really brings it up. The past few months have just been a blur. It's like as soon as I hung up with Nick that night, a switch inside myself flipped to 'idle' and I'm just kind of here. Not unhappy, but not my usual self either. The truth is, the deep dark honest truth that I probably wouldn't admit to anyone, not even Mandy or Demi or my sister, is that I know I'm supposed to be with Nick. And even though everyone around me thinks it's obvious too, it's a huge deal for me to admit that. Because admitting that means admitting that me, the Miley Cyrus made one big fat mistake. And is now living a life headed down the road to nowhere. Dramatic, I know, but I'm a teenage girl. I'm allowed to be dramatic every now and then.

"Miley!" I heard my mom calling.

"Yeah?"

"Phone" she said. Hmm, that's weird. I thought. Who would be calling on my house phone? On my way to the handheld in my sitting area, I passed my cell phone and saw that it was on silent. "6 missed calls" read the screen on the front. Oops.

"Hello?" I said into the phone.

"Miley, thank god" said an all to urgent Demi on the other end.

"Hey Dem, what's wrong? You sound upset."

"Nothing. Well, I'm fine but- I, um, it's Nick." Oh god. What is it? What's going on I thought. My mind raced through a million possibilities of what could be going on.

"What? What about him? Is he okay? Is it his diabetes? What's going on? Where is he?" I asked so quickly I'm not sure if she could catch it all.

"No it's not his diabetes but he's…he's in the hospital, Mile. Look, I know you're broken up but I thought you would want to know. You're the first person I called. I just wanted-"

"Which hospital?" I cut her off.

"Cedars-Sinai. Room 112."

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Thank you for calling me, Demi"

"Of course. I love you girl don't worry he's going to be fine."
"I really hope so. Love you too, bye." I said, hanging up.

I immediately ran down the stairs and out the door, not bothering to change out of my jeans and Mickey Mouse sweatshirt. I called my mom on the drive to the hospital, explaining what was going on, though I was pretty unsure myself. When I got there, paparazzi were swarming. I went through the back entrance and ran up three flights of stairs, never once feeling tired due to the adrenaline I got from the whole situation. I searched frantically around the third floor knowing that's the level his room was on, and stopped when I saw a tall girl with curly brown hair trying to comfort a man with even darker, curlier, hair.
"Kevin! Dani!" I yelled from across the hall. As I ran to greet them I realized my hands were shaking. "What is it? Is he okay?" I asked, the concern clear in my voice.

"He's…well he's unconscious. He has a concussion. The doctors aren't sure of the extent but it looks pretty bad." Kevin said, stuttering and stumbling over his words with fear. He couldn't finish the sentence so Danielle had to talk for him.

"They're confident he'll wake up. Once he does the question is how much damage was done." She said, obviously reciting what the nurse had told her. No one else was there but Demi and Joe, who I was later told took Frankie down to the cafeteria. They didn't want him to see Nick like this, which was probably a good idea.

"But I don't understand. How did this happen?" Kevin looked down, ashamed, and took a seat a few feet away from us.
"The boys were playing baseball, like they always do on tour. Nick hadn't checked his blood sugar in a few hours, so his levels were low and he was already sluggish. Kevin hit the ball to Joe, but Joe couldn't catch it in time and it his Nick right in the head. Normally it wouldn't be such a bad hit, but when he fell down, he hit his head again on one of the metal benches. That's what the doctors are primarily concerned about. The second impact."

As she explained this I could imagine it all vividly in my head. I now understood the expression on Kevin's face. But it wasn't his fault. It was a freak accident and no one was responsible. All of a sudden I felt extremely guilty for not being there. If we were still together, I would have been here the whole time. I would have been in the ambulance with Nick, riding to the hospital. And I would have been with Kevin, along with Dani, telling him none of this was his fault. I needed to see Nick. I needed to at least hold his hand, even if he couldn't know I was there.

I walked over and stood in the door way suddenly frozen by what I saw. The boy I loved, blood dried on the corner of his head, matting his hair, asleep on a hospital bed. And for the first time in three months, I finally felt something. My knees give in, and after a moment realized I was sitting on the ground, my legs curled under my arms, sobbing with fear.

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