A/N: So here's chapter 15 and I hope you guys like it. This stories kinda getting into a swing now.

In case anyone wanted to know… It's My Party chapter 1 has been uploaded.

In this chapter, Miley, Mandy and some other's visit London and some very… shocking things happen. I just hope that no one hates Miley after this chapter or thinks she's an idiot for doing what she's doing… or you know… thinking she's a bitch.

Be Warned: Justin alert.

xo

Chapter 15 – London Calling /Stolen

"London calling to the faraway towns… Now that war is declared and battle come dooooown… London calling to the underworld… Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls!!!"

Miley sighed and shook her head as Mandy continued with her interpretive punk dance moves. Her iPod earphones were plugged into her ears and she'd repeatedly had the same song playing since they had arrived at LAX. Their second trip to Europe together and she was already so hyper about everything, so excited that Miley didn't even know how she hadn't burnt out yet. It was their first trip together in months… it seemed like forever since they had worked together and acted like idiots in hotel rooms. Miley had spent all of her time filming the movie, or jetting around the country attempting to market her record. She'd spent all her time with people that weren't good for her and the rest of the time missing the one person she wished she'd just forget.

Miley smiled and shook her head again, rolling her perfectly blue eyes, "Is that the only song you know?"

Her best friend and her saviour skidded to a halt in front of the hotel door next to her and looking around with a grin, "It's the only song that's relevant…"

Miley nodded in agreement, "Yeah… true… I just don't think you need to sing it for the entire five and a half thousand miles that we ventured here…"

Miley nudged the door with her hip and bounded into the hotel room with a grunt and a stumble forwards that she saved herself from. She smiled as Mandy ran into the room, looking around for a second before instantly checking out the bathroom. It was her ritual. Every hotel room that they had ever been to had endured the same fate that this one had. She would check out the bathroom carefully, before deciding whether or not it was okay for her to stay in. Her bed however, was something of no importance. She'd sleep in a cardboard box if she had to.

She put down their bags and tried not to laugh at the sounds of the Clash coming from within the bathroom. She insisted on singing that stupid song, and probably would continue to until they landed in Paris and Berlin a few days after She dreaded to think of what songs her best friend could possibly have discovered for those other countries… she dreaded it.

Her eyes caught sight of the bed and it looked so large, warm and comforting away from the weather of this country she had instantly become unaccustomed to. It was cold and rainy in London. The UK was no where near like LA. It was windy. People drank tea instead of iced flavoured coffees covered in whipped cream. They called fries "Chips". They weren't all nice and they weren't all in her face. They left her alone and she could walk down a street without someone jumping at her with a camera. They were civilised more than she would have ever expected. She kinda loved the quaintness of it all…

She sighed and looked down at the bed. It was tall and reached to her stomach in height. Dark red sheets, thick comfy pillows that smelt fresh and clean, unlike she did from the long flight, were placed carefully upon it… accompanied strangely by a perfectly off-white rose with a white tag tied around it's stem. She narrowed her gaze to it confused and tentatively reached forward to take the perfect thing into her tiny hands to inspect it.

She lifted it to her nose and smelt that same old wonderful smell she could imagine and remember from so many times that it had been held beneath her senses lapping it up in all its glory. She felt the silkiness of the ivory petals against her nose and how they felt so familiar and perfect against her skin. She sighed and reluctantly pulled it away from her face to look down at the tag. As she read the words, a smile spread across her face and a feeling of excitement and fear overwhelmed her bubbling in her stomach. She read the words again, and still the same confusion remained no matter how many times she had run her eyes over them. She was still as clueless as the first time:

"Here's my First step x"

They screamed. They screamed for her. Five and a half thousand miles and they were screaming because she was on the stage in front of them in a whole other country, a whole other continent… a whole other lifestyle of which she was not used to, but they still screamed for her and her music.

As she listened to them, stood on that stage she'd been on once before only years a months younger and with a lot less resting on her shoulders, she was reminded of another time when she played her first real show with her songs that had her own emotions flooded into it. St Louis, Missouri… October 16th, 2007 had been the day. The most exciting and enthralling day of her life had started off just like any other… but by the time it had ended at midnight her life had been changed forever. They had screamed for her and her music. They actually liked her. It wasn't her character. Her dreams had come true.

To say things had blown up from there would be an understatement.

Her arrival at the venue in London hadn't been exactly the best. Her weekend that was supposed to have been about her and Mandy had instantly turned into Miley becoming the third wheel she feared she would become when her two best friends got together. Joe had arrived outside their hotel room shortly after they'd settled in with a bouquet of Mandy's favourite flowers and an invitation to join them all for dinner in the hotel restaurant later that night. Miley had scowled as he had mentioned how it would be his family and hers dining together again after all those months – all of his family. He was there and he was feeling sorry for himself. It would be uncomfortable. She hadn't expected to see him this soon after her birthday party, but apparently there had been some deceiving going on by some higher and smarter power. Someone had failed to inform Miley that Nick and his brothers were performing at the show too. But her incapability to be rude and turn down a kind invitation to dinner with a family (give or take a couple of members) that she loved had forced her to accept their invitation and share a meal with them.

The discomfort had been hard. He had stared at her for most of the duration of the dinner and she had failed to make any coherent sentence the entire evening, her words failing her as angered mumbles. She soon discovered the anger subsided when she did the only thing she could to avoid the truth of what was happening around her, and pretend that Nick didn't even exist in her world. It was simply like his place at the table was empty. He was not there in her mind.

But the next day as she stood on that stage, Miley smiled and breathed out another shocked breath as she looked over at her crowd, still bouncing from her previous song… still screaming and still wanting more. She smiled as her last song started… her first hit… the one song that people all over the world apparently were familiar with. When she'd wrote it, it had been nothing but a silly little song she'd managed to come up using the name of her best friend. Now here she was singing it to five thousand people in a country she was not from that seemed to be going crazy for it. Five thousand bodies all aged fourteen to eighteen, all jumping up and down in unison to her words, the ones she'd thought would mean nothing. Now they meant everything… She'd achieved another one of her dreams.

Tears grew in her eyes and sweat dripped down her cheeks. This wasn't any normal day. She'd thought it would be just like any other show, but it wasn't. It was so much like her first show that it was unreal. It made her forget that everything in the past year had happened. For a moment she had everything she had ever wanted and no one wanted to call her names and hate her, her father loved her and told her everyday, her family was perfect, her career was perfect… she had a perfect boyfriend…

Her face dropped from the smile she'd had permanently for the last twenty minutes and raised her hands in the air, "Thank you!" she smiled weakly and gave her crowd her own little applause. She was emotionally and physically exhausted, "I hope to see you guys real soon!"

They screamed again and she stood there for a moment longer, attempting to savour the moment more than any photograph that she had taken could tell her. She waited and tried to remember each and every one of the faces looking back at her, the words on each and every sign that had been made for her. It was just like the first night… exactly like that first night.

She would kill to have that night back.

She ran off the stage and panted as she moved quickly into a dark secluded area that no one could see her. All her dancers, including Mandy had left to the other side of the stage and now it was just her who was quite obviously in need of some time alone to think about her set and think about how amazing it was.

But she couldn't think about how amazing it was… she knew it was already. All she could think about was that same excited and nervous feeling in her gut that only one person could ever replace and take away from her. That person was the last person she wanted to see… let alone the last person she wanted to help her, no matter how much he owed or 'understood' her. She would quite happily endure this awful feeling if it meant she'd be able to avoid another of those weird awkward confrontations in which she would tell him again that she hated him, and she was ashamed to say that it was true. She did hate him. He had ruined her life like she'd told him. She'd also failed to tell him that he'd made it. That he'd been part of everything that had made her into a better person.

But she would never tell him to his face…

… She didn't even want to see him face to face…

But as usual… she had no such luck.

He bumped into her, dark hair bouncing in the chilly wind of the underbellies of one of the oldest building Miley had ever inhabited in her life. Hundreds and maybe thousands of famous rock stars and performers had stood in this hallway. It was full of history and of dreams coming true. It was unlike anything she'd walked along before. It was the possessor of millions of rock and roll memories – nothing that a stadium tour could make her remember.

But an empty corridor and two teenagers, a mix of hate and love with the added one-sided annoyance was never a good thing to have in a country where they could keep it secret. There were so many possibilities… so many different things that she could say or do that would never be believed in her own country. There were so many things that she could do and keep secret and no one would ever find out because it was impossible for Nick to tell the truth.

Miley's first reaction was to attempt to kick his ass.

"Sorry…" he mumbled and she could hear his apologies ringing in her ears.

However, she couldn't kick his ass. Her mixture of reminiscent feelings and of overwhelmed emotion caused her to catch his eye and let every single moment of that first night in St Louis blind her memories of what he had done since. All she could remember was what he had done on that first night when everything had changed for Miley, when she had grown up and when she had finally realised that people actually liked her. She hadn't known that it would all go away barely months afterwards. She hadn't realised that she would lose him, her reputation and everything else that mattered almost as quickly as she had gathered it up into her arms and held onto it. Loosing him had been what had caused her to lose sight, to lose understanding and to lose grip on what she should have been.

Was it wrong for her to want that back just for one moment, no matter how much she hated him?

Her arms, that had found themselves wrapped angrily around her chest at the sight of him, fell to her sides and hung their as she looked at him. She shook her head at him, gathering her emotionally angered momentum, before her hands rose to the lapels of his jacket and pushed as hard as she could till he hit the dark rich red wall behind him. His hands flew up to grab her wrists as she grabbed the fabric of his collar and gripped it as tightly and angrily as she could – she hated him for making her need to do this. She pulled him from the wall and slammed him back against the wall as hard as she could with a crash.

"Miley…" he whispered, but she did again and again until he was staring at her like the maniac that she was.

And that is when she did it. She gripped his collar tight in her hands and pulled them together like magnets without a struggle and without a fight. She melted against him, her lips harsh against his lips as she fought away her nerves and away the memories of something that had happened nearly a year ago give or take a few days.

He pushed her away and looked at her scared and confused, his hands gripping at the sides of her white shirt that she hadn't even realised had found their way there.

"Miley…"he repeated

"Shut up…" she breathed before she winded his words away from him with another press of her lips to his.

She kissed him hard and without mercy. She kissed him just like he'd kissed her that night in St Louis against the wall of her dressing room while she was meant to be getting changed ready to get back on the bus. Her body pressed against his body as his hands ran along her sides, over her arms and up her shoulders until he found the back of her neck, gripped it roughly with the palm of his hand and pulled her lips harder onto his with more longing and unnecessary need as he should have done. They moved, tossing and turning, fighting for power as they leant against the ruby rich wall, bodies moving together trying to find balance in an imperfect harmony. One moment, her back would be cold, his hands running over her goose-bump ridden skin as her shirt lifted under their frantic and unrequited movements. Then next, her back would ache as he threw her against the red wall just like she had done to him, her breathing getting heavier, her chest rising and falling with each desperate breath begging for normality. Her body felt numb, her fingers could not feel properly. His fingers left tingles of ache as each one of his hands ran across her skin. His lips made her feel like Miley again, fun loving and free and for a moment as he kissed her just like he'd done a year ago, soft and gentle in his own perfect way and without hope or agenda she was reminded of the person that she had loved. She was reminded of the Nick she fell in love with.

She gasped and pushed him away as her phone began to ring in its loud and constant bellow of sound. She didn't look at him as she turned away and began to walk towards the way back into the dressing rooms and the green room. She stopped in the doorway pausing before answering her phone and leaning against the doorframe back into the realm of real normality up the set of old rickety stairs.

"Hello?" she whispered, closing her eyes and venturing a subtle shake of her head.

"Oh my god, Miley!" Brandi's voice was quick and frantic and she'd never heard her like this. She was the calm and collected one who didn't give a crap what happened. She didn't get panicked or scared by anything. She was one of Miley's role models. She kept her sane when the work was crazy.

"Brand, what's wrong?" she whispered, trying to ignore the fact that he was still behind her, his tie still loose from around his neck, a few of his top and bottom buttons of his shirt undone from where her hands had been unforgiving and frantic.

"Justin!" Brandi yelled and Miley could tell that she was stood in the middle of their kitchen, making coffee to try and calm herself down while Sam was grabbing at her flailing arms. Their father was probably at work and Noah and Braison were with the Nanny or Mammie, "He went missing!"

"What?" she said confused, shocked… bewildered and every single one of those words she'd learned in English class, "What do you mean he's gone missing?"

"Well… not missing, per se… I know where he is!"

"Well then where is he? Start from the beginning."

Brandi groaned and Miley could hear typing and the sounds of paparazzi videos in the background. She heard Sam mumbling to people on the phone and she heard the TV and the news in the background. She heard the ringing of more phones and she heard the beeps of Brandi's email to signify that she'd received yet another email. It was hectic and she was here… away from it.

"There's been some stories buzzing around and I wanted to know if they were true… that Justin has been seen with this new girl that he perhaps maybe he shouldn't be with," Brandi began and her voice was calm as it could be, her breathing still frantic and her tone was shaky and unsure. Most of all, she seemed scared, "So then I spoke to Sam and he said that he hadn't seen him in days, like… since your birthday party and they hadn't spoke either… so I called him."

"And?" Miley asked quickly hating the tension. Justin was her friend and she hoped to god that he hadn't done something stupid and that he was okay. She hoped that he wasn't locked into his apartment getting eating by German Shepherds or Rottweilers. She hoped he hadn't been hurt, or he hadn't been in an accident. That boy was such a terrible driver and he was always driving off to places where no one could find him… she would kill him if he'd hurt himself or anyone else for that matter, "What's wrong?"

Brandi sighed and Miley could imagine her leaning with her elbows against the kitchen worktops, her hands over her eyes with no clue what she should do.

"He's in Tijuana…" she mumbled hopelessly, "With Selena…"

A/N: Cliff-hangers rock. I feel like there should be a DUM DUM DUMMMMM after this chapter.

Next chapter: Fault and Fancies – Nick = wtf?, Miley = wtf? Tish = OSWAIGTD (oh shit what am I going to do)

Feedback? Was that was you dudes expected? Was that enough Nillley for some people?

Love B xo

PS. I'm attempting to write The Truth about Love right now…