A/n: Last chapter. No epilogue. Just this. Enjoy…

Vamoosing Hearts

Chapter 17

Miley POV

Vamoosing:

Verb; To leave hurriedly or quickly

I know it was wrong of me to just leave and not tell him… but talking to him was starting to just hurt too much. I didn't want to hurt. I wanted to be happy, and while being with Nick did make me happy… it caused more pain than happiness.

I had left that morning, telling my dad that Nick was picking me up and we were going to stop at Demi's so I could say goodbye to Selena, Joe, and David, and then Nick was driving me to the airport.

Needless to say, I lied.

Nick still had no idea. And I had gave my farewells to the crew the night before.

I was a complete and utter bitch.

But I moved past that and forced myself into the taxi and to the airport. Turning my phone off. I turned it off to keep myself from calling him or texting him. I actually put it in the bottom of my purse so I didn't have to look at it.

Hmm.

They say when in doubt, don't.

So why did I?

But what's done is done. I left.

I got to the airport, checked my bags, went through security, did everything and had a half hour before my plane took off.

I was talking to a lady who had asked me about my purse, she said she liked it and we got talking about purses and bags. And just as she was walking away I heard a voice say my name, a voice that I wasn't expecting to hear for a long time… or at least not until he called, bitching at me for leaving the way I did…

I turned around, praying to God it was just my imagination…

To my dismay, it wasn't.

Nick stood there, looking hopeless. Looking so… broken.

"What the hell are you doing? You can't just leave…" His voice sounded desperate and I sighed.

Why did he do this to me? Why did I want him so badly? I can't even express in words how he made me feel. There's just no words to describe it.

I love him. With everything in me. But I couldn't stand the fact that he didn't return the feeling. And I was actually pissed off he didn't remember me. I should have just told him. But I didn't because I like to ruin my life continuously.

"Hmm?" Nick asked when I didn't say anything and he walked closer to me so we were face to face. He was close, I could smell his Axe cologne.

"I…" My mouth ran dry. I wasn't expecting this. I wasn't expecting…him. I didn't know what to say. I had no explanation for him that wouldn't hurt us both.

"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?" He asked sadly and I frowned and looked down. "And to England?" He sighed and reached for my hand, but I pulled it back.

"I couldn't tell you because… if I did… there was no way I'd be able to leave," I choked out and shook my head at him and shrugged.

"Why do you wanna leave? I don't get it. I thought everything was going so well, Miley... what changed?" I bit my lip at his words and took a deep breath.

"This is what I want." I said firmly and he scoffed.

"No it's not, Miley. You get on that plane and you will regret it for the rest of your life. I know you. I know you better than anybody!" He said and I had to laugh at that.

I looked at him incredulously, "You don't even know who I am, Nick!" I exclaimed angrily though gritted teeth. After all this time and he still didn't figure it out. It hurt so much. I was done. I was leaving.

He looked at me with a pained expression, balling his hands into fists and stepped closer towards me, "Dammit, I do know who you are," he said and looked at me with a hurt face. I wasn't expecting him to say what was about to come out of his mouth next. It took me by complete surprise.

"You're…" he started and looked down, chuckling sadly, "Destiny."

I froze and let out a sudden gust of air. "I'm… who?"

"Destiny…" He sighed and I couldn't get any words out of my mouth. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. "You're the girl in my drawings and my memories and my dreams and… shit, I forgot before and I'm so sorry. I won't forget again… I promise… I won't," he said quickly and I felt tears well up in my eyes, but I held them back.

He walked closer to me. "I know now… what you wanted out of the deal. You didn't want to be popular or well known… you wanted me. That's all you wanted… was your old friend back, but you couldn't just walk up to me… because clearly… I wouldn't have remembered you. You had to be someone you weren't… I apologize for making you do that… I'm so… unforgivably sorry for putting you through… all of that," he inched even closer to me and I bit my lip.

"Will you please… say something," he asked and I looked down briefly then back to him.

"When did you realize it?" I asked, feeling my bottom lip quiver.

"Like two hours ago… but I have to be honest and tell you that it was my mom who helped me figure it out… well she told me," he said and I looked down. So he didn't remember on his own. But I didn't care that much… the fact that he drove there to tell me he remembered… that meant a lot.

"Don't go," he blurted and I looked up at him, confused.

"What?" I breathed out and he looked at me desperately.

"Don't go… stay here. Stay with me. We can be together and…"

I interrupted him. "And what? You can love me?" He stared at me, no words. "No…" I shook my head and glanced at my feet then looked back at him, "You can't. That's why I'm leaving… do you know how much it hurts to love someone who doesn't love you back… and has made it clear that they just… can't?" My bottom lip trembled as my voice shook. I held in the tears that were threatening to fall. "Of course you don't…"

He lifted his hand to my cheek and his thumb touched my bottom lip. I shook my head and pushed his hand down.

"I care… so much about you. Please… just, don't go. I care about you," he pleaded and tears brimmed my eyes as I shook my head. "Isn't that enough?"

"It used to be… but no… not anymore…" I told him and he looked down.

"I'm so sorry…" He barely got out, glancing at me and I nodded sadly.

"Yeah… so am I." I heard my flight being called and lifted my bags off the floor.

"Is there anything I can do to change your mind…?" He asked as I began to turn around. I stopped and turned to face him fully.

"This is my dream, Nick," I said and smiled sadly. "This is what I've dreamed of since I was a little girl, you know that…" I whispered and the tears were coming back. "There's only one thing you could do that would make me stay…" His eyes were begging me. I hated it. It made me feel guilty. But it hurt too much to continue loving him… knowing he just "cared a lot for me" because he didn't have the damn strength to find the love in him. I knew he had it in him somewhere… he just wasn't trying. "But you've already proved that you can't do it."

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair then down his face, biting his lip. His face showed rejection and hurt as it cringed in pain.

"Fuck," he muttered through gritted teeth, his eyes looking everywhere but my own.

"Bye Nick…" I said as an announcement for my flight was called out.

"Look, I know I haven't been…" he sighed, not finishing his sentence. "This hasn't been easy on me…" I looked at him… waiting. "It's complicated."

"Then uncomplicate it," I sighed and he looked away. "What are you so afraid of? It's me, I'm right here." I allowed a few tears to fall and looked at him; his eyes were still avoiding me. "I just wanna hear you say it," I pleaded. "Just say it." He still remained silent. I wish I could have gotten inside his head. Just to see… just to know what was going through his mind.

"You know after all this time I think it's the least I deserve." I sniffled once and wiped my eyes free of the fallen tears. He was still silent. Still looking away. I'd had it. I picked up my bags and shook my head at him.

"Miley, don't…" he begged softly and I forced my mouth to curve into a smile… only I failed and frowned instead.

I turned around and began walking to the gates. I could feel his broken eyes burning a hole through my back and it took everything in my power to not turn around. Because I knew that if I turned around, just a quick glance, I would fall apart.

I was just five steps from the gate. I had my ticket in hand… but something happened to me. I stopped suddenly. All of our time together playing over in my mind. His lips on me along with his hands… every touch… every kiss.

I turned around to see him still staring in the distance. My feet were moving quicker than my mind and I practically ran once I saw him walking towards me also. We met halfway and I dropped my bags, engulfing him in a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around me and I pulled back, bringing his face to mine, connecting our lips in a desperate kiss. I just needed to feel his lips on mine, his hands on my waist. I caressed his face as he pulled my hips closer to his.

It was just like in the movies…

The girl is about to make a big mistake by leaving the boy and he comes to stop her, but she doesn't listen until she gets to the gate of the terminal and she turns around and runs toward him and they kiss and it's all happily ever after as they make out in the middle of the airport. Yadda, yadda, yadda. Blah. Blah…blah.

Well it didn't happen exactly like that.

I pulled away and he rested his forehead against mine, our noses touching as we looked into each other's eyes.

I shook my head slightly and blinked back tears. I was gonna miss him.

"Don't forget me," I said softly, he shook his head and sighed.

"I won't."

I stepped back a step and his hands fell from my hips, dropping to his sides. I gave him a soft smile before picking up my bags and turning around.

This time, I didn't turn around. I boarded the plane and sighed to myself as I got settled in my seat.

It was done. I had no idea the next time Nick Jonas and I would meet again.

But that was then…

And this… this is now.

Six months later to be exact.

I went to England. I stayed there for the summer and came home in mid-August. But I didn't come home for the reason you might think…

My dad became sick. With cancer, actually. He is okay now. But before I knew he was okay, before I knew what the future held, when I was on that flight back home the night I got the news… I realized just how fragile life is. I had a long time to think and what I thought about most was Nick.

I thought about how selfish I was. I mean, I hardly gave him a chance. It hurt, yes, but I've felt worse pain… and I've gotten over it. But that's when I realized that I didn't want to get over him. I love him and I didn't want to throw that away.

Like I said before, life is fragile. And it's even more fragile when we wear our heart on our sleeve. But that was something that I had always done. I always said what I was feeling. So it was time for me to stop running away from what I was feeling. I had to stop running away from the pain.

Good things can come out of the bad. People just don't realize it because they don't give it a chance. They don't give it time. And time heals everything.

Take it from someone who knows.

When I got home that mid-August afternoon, it was a surprise to everyone. My dad had told me to stay in England, but I objected. No one knew I was moving back home. Not even Nick.

Our relationship over the summer was interesting. We texted every once in a while, probably a conversation a week. I was still hurting a little bit and I didn't want to start missing him so much that I became depressed, so we kept conversations short and vague.

Just to make sure he wouldn't forget.

And as the summer dragged on we both got busy. We started to talk less and less because the time difference made it so difficult. And then I didn't hear from him for three weeks. I just so happened to be coming home during that third week.

The taxi pulled up to my house and I smiled at the sight of it. I missed it so much. I grabbed my luggage and carried it all to the front door. I knocked steadily, thought I could have just walked right in, but I didn't want to scare my dad and sister. Marissa opened the door and I swear she almost passed out. Her hand flew to her mouth and I could see tears form in her eyes as she pulled me in for a long hug. I could hear my dad in the background ask who was at the door, but Marissa had ignored him, too caught up in our hug.

It wasn't long before Patrick appeared and engulfed me in a brotherly hug, joking about how quiet it's been since I left. I lightly punched his arm and they grabbed my bags and followed me inside. I made my way to the kitchen and nearly cried when I saw my dad. It's not that he looked sick, because he didn't. I just missed him so much. It felt so god to be hugging him again.

I don't know what I was thinking, leaving everyone I loved behind.

But I knew I had something to do before it was too late.

Nick would be leaving for college soon and I had to see him. I had to.

It was nice out that day. A beautiful August afternoon. A great day for a walk. I remember it perfectly. It was one of the best days of my life.

I walked to his house and smiled as I saw his car in the driveway. I watched from the curb as he got out, followed by the whole gang. Demi, Joe, Selena and David. He seemed angry and pounded his fist on the roof of his car, as the others were laughing at something.

"Don't tell me you got another ticket!" I called out to him and watched in amusement as they turned their heads all at once, and their expressions went from confused to complete shock.

"Miley?" Demi and Selena both exclaimed. I smiled wide at them and they ran towards me, I met them half way and we collided in a huge hug, jumping up and down and squealing, doing what girls do when they get over excited.

"You didn't tell us you were coming back!" Demi exclaimed as we walked towards the boys and I shrugged.

"I wanted to surprise everyone!" I told them and they just smiled at me.

"Well you did!" Selena announced as Joe engulfed me in a comforting hug.

"How are the parties in London?" He asked and I rolled my eyes and pushed him back.

"I did enough partying before I left to last me a life time," I chuckled and Joe shook his head.

"You can never do too much partying, right David?" They fist bumped and David gave me a welcome back hug. And once that was done I turned to face the one person I hadn't said hello to yet.

He just kind of stared at me, a small smile on his face. And I stared at him, smiling like an idiot because it was just so refreshing to see him again.

We didn't even need words. We just had to lock eyes and before I knew it I was in his arms. I hugged him so tight, embracing everything about him. I tucked my head into the crook of his neck and his strong arms grasped onto me tighter. He definitely worked out a lot while I was gone.

"I missed you so much," he said and I felt him kiss the top of my head.

"I missed you, too," I told him and pulled back so I could look at his face. "You have no idea… how much I missed you, I love you so much." I wanted to remind him. To make sure he didn't forget.

"No, I love you." The words fell from his lips so smoothly, so gracefully, so true, so… perfect. The look on his face, I'll never forget. There was passion in his eyes. And he looked so happy. His lips were slightly parted; I could tell he was waiting for me to respond.

But I felt like glue.

"I'm in love with you," he whispered deeply and I pulled my lips between my teeth to keep the happy tears from building up. He had finally said it. He loved me. Nick Jonas loved me and all I could do was stand there like… like my feet were in cement and my body was made of wax.

"Breathe, Miley," he said in the same tone and his hand moved to my face.

"You love me? You really love me?" I asked, my heart was beating overly fast and I felt like I was going to explode from happiness.

"I really love you… it sucks that you had to leave for me to realize but… if this feeling that I have every time I think of you isn't love… then shit, Miley, I don't know what is." The next thing I know, his lips were on my own and I reacted quickly, putting my arms around his neck.

Of course we forgot that we had an audience and we were rudely interrupted by that audience in immature ways, but I didn't care.

Because I taught Nick how to love.

And Nick taught me that I am loved.

Nick went to college two weeks later. But not before finally eating dinner with my family. We maintain a long distance relationship. It works out well. Sure we have our stupid arguments, but what couple doesn't?

We love and trust each other and I have never been this happy in my life. And when he comes home for Christmas break and my sister's wedding, he's staying. He's transferring to a more local art college because he said he couldn't stand being away from me.

Whether you feel alone or unloved, you deserve a happily ever after and trust me when I tell you that one day you won't be alone or you won't feel unloved. And on that day, you will find your own happily ever after.

Just like me.

Q: Do you believe in having a happily ever after?

A/n: So I'm clicking the 'complete' option proudly. So, so, SOOOOO proudly!

I fell in love with these characters… I'm gonna miss them!

No epilogue. I've run dry out of ideas.

If you want a sequel, give me ideas, because like I said, I've run dry!

I doubt a sequel will happen unless someone gives me an amazing idea that I just HAVE to write.

So in the meantime, look out for my newest story coming out, A Million Raindrops.

I promise you will love it!

xoxoxoxooxox

-Kelsie