So I'm sat here eating a bowl of Honey Nut cornflakes at 9:20PM, listening to U Got Nothing On Me by Demi Lovato, after getting back from a business trip two hours ago, and I think, 'Hmm, I haven't updated that story yet' So here ya go people, next chapter:
Nick looked up as he felt someone stumble into him, coming out of the elevator, he'd previously been watching his left foot tap impatiently against the marble flooring of the hotel they were all staying in, Lilly and Oliver sure knew how to pick their places, The Ritz was beautiful, and after seeing Miley in that car, he still thought the exact same thing about her. She was beautiful, always would be to him, even when she was old and wrinkly, he would always blame himself for the way things turned out, and Mikayla, she was the real cause for their break-up, he remembered it fairly clearly:
Nick had been sat writing a new song in the park, his and Miley's favourite place, because it was the only place the paparazzi didn't know about. He was meeting up with Miley in about ten minutes.
He scribbled into his notebook and sighed before drawing a line through it. He was trying to write the perfect love song for Miley, she was it for him, and he'd known that from the day their hands had touched while handing over her award, he knew he'd never need anyone else. He couldn't imagine his life without her and didn't want to.
"But how do I put that into words?" he muttered to himself,
"Talking to yourself, Nicholas?" Nick turned around to see Mikayla floating towards him, she sat down beside him and she noticed the weird look he was giving her, they didn't get along, she hated Hannah, and Hannah was Miley, she didn't know this, but he did and that stopped him liking her.
"What do you want, Mikayla?" He groaned, she always wanted something,
"You, Nicholas Lucas," She leaned forwards, grabbing the front of his shirt, and forcing her lips onto his, they both heard the gasp and then the sobs coming from someone stood by the metal gate which had just swung shut, Nick pushed Mikayla away, before looking up at the heartbroken girl running from the park,
"MILEY!" He shouted, he shoved Mikayla off him, who fell to the ground, she screeched as he took off, running after his soul mate.
"NICK!" Mikayla could be heard shouting after him, "COME BACK, IGNORE THAT SLUT!"
"I already am, Little Miss Slut!" He turned around to her, before giving her a glare, and running through the gates, running for the brunette girl, who had already vanished from his sight.
He ran all the way to her house, about two miles away, only to be told by an angry Lilly to leave and never come back, from the door he could hear Miley's sobs and her screaming that they were over.
A week later, he sneaked up on Lilly and Oliver and explained what had happened, they believed him, but Miley didn't.
And that was it, Miley Rae Stewart hated him, and he'd never see her again...
"Miley," he whispered to himself, seeing that it was her who had bumped into him, she hadn't even noticed who it was, or even registered that someone was there, she just kept moving and rounded a corner, "Why can't I tell her?" He asked himself, he watched as Hannah Montana appeared from the corner Miley had just turned, he hadn't even registered that he was crying until he felt his brothers arms around him, he looked up at Joe, realising his vision was blurred he wiped his eyes with the back of his hands, before resting his head on Joe's shoulder and letting Joe drag him into the elevator, where he let the walls he had built crash down, and he burst into the tears that he'd never cried for his lost love. And Joe just stood there holding him like the amazing brother he was.
HMHMHMHMHMHM
She looked at the map of the underground, but after a good few seconds Miley realised she'd never understand it, she looked up as a man walked past, looking as though he knew the area, he was also giving Miley a weird look as if he'd seen her before.
"Excuse me, I'm slightly lost, would you be able to help me?" Miley asked politely,
"Um, oh sorry, you look familiar, actually you kind of look like Hannah Montana strangely," Miley laughed her fake laugh, and said,
"Ha, yea, sure, Hannah Montana, I'd be lucky. Um, anyway could you help?" The man nodded,
"Yea, I'm Edward by the way, where are you looking for...uh, what was your name again?"
"It's Miley, I'm loo-"
"I knew I recognised you! You're Miley Stewart; you went out with Nick Lucas from Jonas a few years ago!"
"Uh, yea, OK wasn't expecting you to know that, could you maybe not bring it up." After a nod from Edward, Miley continued, "I'm looking for The Ritz?" The guy smiled, and in no time at all, he had dragged Miley through the underground, onto a few trains and suddenly they had appeared outside the hotel.
As soon as they were inside the hotel, Miley dragged Edward into the restaurant, and forced some coffee on him as a thank you, through the windows she could see Madison and Lilly giving her glares from outside, Miley smiled at Edward and tried to look like she was enjoying herself, but if she was honest with herself, this English guy bored her, he talked about his family and how his sister had talked about Miley and Nick non-stop, that was another thing she disliked about him, it was as if he knew her,
"Oh Edward you are strange!" Miley joked after another tale about how his sister and he had ended up in a river after a few drinks a few nights ago, he laughed, and no matter how she listened, he sounded different, not right, he just wasn't who she wanted him to be, he wasn't Him.
"Oh, look at the time," Had this guy actually only just realised that it was late? "I must be going, I have to get up early for work tomorrow, and I'll call you, bye!" He got up and walked out, Miley sighed a sigh of relief as she realised she hadn't given him her contact details.
Miley got up from the table and walked to the elevator, keen to get away from there just in case he came back, once in the closed space of the empty elevator, Miley hit her head against the wall, Edward, his fake English accent, how had she not noticed? And so helpful, so, so helpful, this was London, people were horrible! Running into a man, a nice man, in London, who knew all about her and her relationship with Him, he had his phone out most of the time, occasionally picking it up, oh, he claimed it was him looking for signal, but pointing it at her?
"How could I fall for that?" Miley bashed her head against the wall once again, "Flippin' journalists!" Her picture was going to be all over the magazines, and she could picture the headlines 'Miley finally spills all about relationship with Nick!', 'NILEY is it really all over?', 'Three years of silence finally ended!' Oh, this was going to hurt, real bad and Miley wasn't looking forward to it!
Miley left the elevator and rushed to her door, making sure not to let anyone see her cry. This was how her nights the last three years had been spent, curled up in bed, trying to keep her slowly healing heart from breaking all over again, it never worked, every night, it would fall apart, and the pain was slowly killing her, eating away at her, He had her heart, and she couldn't see a way to get it back without facing him.
And she was never going to do that, she knew it wouldn't make anything feel any better, she'd only fall in love with him all over again, (not that she didn't still love him, because she did, no matter what him and the witch had done, she'd always love him, until the day she died) she couldn't find a way out of this misery, and no amount of guys who threw themselves at her or Hannah could save her, even Jake, he had come back for her once again, and she had tried, but she just couldn't, he wasn't Nick!
"No one else can take Nick's place, I'll always love him," She whispered to herself, before giving into the tears, and letting them fall.
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Just outside of Miley's door stood a curly headed man, leaning his ear to the keyhole, listening to the love of his life proclaim her love for him to herself.
Nick stood up, and decided then and there that he would prove to Miley that he still loved her, he knew it would take time and that she may not ever believe him, but he wouldn't give up.
Well that's it for Chap'er 3, hope you enjoyed, just in case you were confused, Italics are memories remember! Said so in Chap'er 2! Crazy stuff! Review to let me know how it's going, because I've got like 6 reviews and although they are good reviews, they are not enough to tell me to carry on, so please, pretty, pretty please with honey nut cornflakes on top review!