I slowly opened my eyes and rolled across the bed, thinking I would snuggle into Nick. Well, obviously, I was wrong. I met empty space. I got up to see if he was anywhere in the room. His clothes were gone. Was he gone? I slowly slipped into my clothes and tiptoed throughout my apartment. It was empty. I could feel my heart sinking as I sat at my kitchen counter. How could he just...fuck and run? In the midst of my depression, I noticed a yellow post it neatly stuck on the end of the counter. I reached for it and saw Nick's precious handwriting scrawled all over it.

Hey Miley, I had to get to work. I'll see you there. -Nick

I could just picture the smirk he had on his face when he wrote this. What kind of guy leaves a girl in bed? I sniffled and begun to realize that tears were slipping down my face. I reached for my phone, knowing that I needed someone right now. My fingers skimmed across the numbers as I called Demi.

"Hello?" Demi answered. She seemed a little tired. Probably because I woke her up at six thirty in the morning.

"Demi, can you come over here," I sighed. I really need someone to talk to.

"You okay, Miley?" I shivered at her question. No, I was not okay.

"Please come," I begged.

"Of course. What's your address, sweetie?" Demi asked. I could hear her shuffling around. Probably for a paper and a pen. I mumbled out my address and hung up the phone. I went back to bed as snuggled into my sheets. I couldn't go to work today. Facing Nick would be next to impossible. It was already hard enough. It took fifteen minutes until my I heard the doorbell echoing through my apartment. I slumped out of bed to opened the door for Demi. She was already dressed for work in a neat white blouse and a gray pencil skirt.

"Oh, my god. I know that hair. Sex hair," Demi sighed as she took in my appearance. I didn't bother to clean up before she came.

"Nick drove me home last night," I murmured. I collapsed onto my sofa in tears. "When I woke up in the morning, he was gone. There's a post it on my counter saying he went to work."

"Miley," Demi circled her arms around me, bringing me a sense of comfort that I really needed at the moment.

"I can't go to work," I cried. I was sitting still as all my emotions were running rampant through my body. I felt hurt. I felt lost. I felt dirty. I felt insecure. I felt in love. How can a guy make you feel all those things at once?

"Its okay. Take the day off," Demi hugged me tighter as she rested her head on my shoulder. I violently shook my head.

"No. I mean. I can never go to work. I'm quiting," I looked at Demi's wide eyed expression. She did not see this decision coming. "I'm in love with him, Demi," I confessed. "And I need to get away from him."

"I understand, sweetie, but-"

"No buts. I'm going back to Tennessee. Back to my parents. Back to college. I just can't handle this anymore." Demi nodded. I knew she didn't understand, but I hoped she would. I couldn't stay when everything reminded me of him. New York City had to be put in the past.

"You know I love you, right?" Demi gave me one last squeeze as she started to head for work. I nodded. We stood silently at the door, waiting for one of us to break the silence. "You aren't going to the wedding either, huh?" I shook my head. I didn't allow my voice to escape from my tightly held mouth. It would betray my emotions. I watched Demi head towards the elevator. That was probably the last time I would ever see her again.

Nick's POV

I shuffled through the papers on my desk. I couldn't get last night's moments out of my head. I leaned back into my seat, running my stray hand through my hair. She looked like an angel this morning- she was sleeping so peacefully. I pulled up my sleeves to see the time. She should be here any minute. Why isn't she here already? I suddenly shivered as I remembered her lips. God, I'm going to go crazy. This is insane. I'm in...I'm in-. Hold on. Let me finish that thought later. Demi just walked in. Where's Miley?

"You, have a lot of explaining to do, mister," Demi pointed her finger at me. She was heaving up and down with anger. "You can't just fuck and run."

"What?" I was completely taken aback. First of all, is she talking about what happened last night? And second of all, how does she know?

"You left Miley all alone this morning," Demi was pounding her fists on my desk. Her anger was radiating through my office.

"I- um, I," I tried to get something out. Anything out. Demi was furious.

"And, you have a wedding today. A wedding. How could you be so stupid to let something like this happen. And then not even face it?" It seemed like she was ready to slap me.

"Demi, you don't understand," I tried to reason with her.

"No, you don't understand, Nicholas," she hissed. "Miley quit her job." With that one statement, my world started to spin out of control. She was quitting?

"She's quitting?" I choked out.

"Yes, she's quitting," Demi sounded annoyed. "What were you planning on doing anyways. Marrying Selena and just getting Miley on the side for the rest of your life?" Demi said in disgust. I shook my head. That was not what I was planning to do. I honestly don't even know what I was planning to do.

"She's not some trophy, Nicholas, that you can get whenever you want. The poor girl is in love with you. And I for one, don't even know why. You're sick," she spat. I looked into Demi's eyes. And for the first time in my life, I saw disgust and hatred.

"Demi, listen to me," I begged as I stood up. She shook her head.

"I don't want to hear it, Nick. I really don't." She turned on her heal and walked over to her desk. I fell back into my chair.

"But I love her," I mumbled to no one in particular. I shut my eyes. How was I going to fix this? Is Miley really in love with me? I need to talk to someone. I grabbed a hold of my phone and dialed Joe's office. He had to come through for me.

Miley's POV

Yes, I was still moping around my apartment. Don't judge me, okay? I tugged out a big tub of ice cream from the refrigerator and set it on the counter. Now, where were those spoons? I was in the middle of shuffling through my cupboards and drawers when I heard the doorbell ring. I trudged to my door, silently hoping that it was Nick with a bouquet of roses. He should have already have known by now that I quit my job. I opened the door and was startled to see Selena.

"Hi," she piped. She was obviously highly dosed up on sugar. Wasn't her wedding in like three hours? I looked up at the clock that was hanging in my hallway- three o clock. She walked in dramatically without an invitation. "Did Nick give you this place as a payment?" she scoffed as she looked around my penthouse. I bit my lip. I could not show any sign of weakness around her.

"What do you want?" I retorted. I crossed my arms, hoping it would give her an aggressive impression. This girl was scary.

"Look, you better stay away from him," she pursed her lips as she thought for a moment. "My Nicky isn't going to waste his precious time with losers anymore." Her words stung. She didn't stop there. "Some girl ,probably from Brooklyn, isn't going to give him what he needs. He needs me. And he knows that. Thats why he's still with me."

"Get out," I said softly. "Get out," I raised my voice a little higher. Just in case she didn't hear me the first time.

"By the way," she said as she stepped out. "Do not come to the wedding," she warned. She gave one last final glare as she glided gracefully into the elevator.

Nick's POV

Joe was lounging in my chair as I walked into my office. I closed and locked the door behind me.

"Whats up, bro," he said lightly. Yeah, Joseph, thats a great way to start off a serious conversation.

"I slept with Miley last night," I went straight to the point. There was not point in beating around the bush. I didn't have time. I had three hours to make a decision.

"Whoa, damn," Joe leaned back into the chair, soaking up the brand new bit of information. "Is she good?" Joe tried to joke. I sent him a deadly glare and he started to change his attitude. "Okay, I'm sorry. What does this mean?" he asked.

"I don't know Joe. I'm in love with her," I sighed.

"Then go get her," Joe urged. "She's way better than Selena," he added as an afterthought. Of course I knew that. I was in love with this girl.

"That's not the point," I argued.

"Then what is?" Joe asked, clearly getting annoyed by the conversation. He was missing the bigger picture.

"I-I," I stammered. I didn't know how to say this. It was probably one of the deepest confessions I will ever have. Joe got up and walked towards me. He patted my shoulder, encouraging me to speak. "I don't want to get hurt," I finally confessed.

Miley's POV

I paced back and forth in my hallway. I was waiting for Demi to come. I called her after Selena had made her unexpected visit and she said she would rush right over here. Suddenly, bells were erupting everywhere and I raced towards the door. As soon as I opened it, Demi came flying in.

"Sorry, I came as soon as I could. Work finished at four today," she explained. "Okay, start from the beginning. What happened?" she asked.

"Selena came over and she warned me not to come to wedding,"I explained. Demi's eyes narrowed.

"She warned you," she repeated. I nodded. What was Demi getting at. "That girl is such a-,"

"She said other hurtful things too," I cut Demi off. My eyes wandered around the apartment. They were beginning to water as I recounted Selena's visit.

"That's it!" Demi exclaimed. "You're going to that wedding," she grabbed my wrist as she dragged me into my bedroom. "Just to piss her off." She walked straight into my closet and started to sift through my dresses.

"I can't go, Demi!," I nearly shouted when I processed what she just said.

"Why not?" Demi turned around with a hand on her hip. "Because you're afraid that Selena will slap you? Come on, Miley. What is she going to do in front of hundreds of people?"

"I can't watch Nick getting married," I replied back. I could care less about Selena. Demi pushed me towards my mirror and grabbed my shoulders.

"You're not doing this for me. You're not doing this for you. You're doing this for all the girls who have ever been played by a guy," she said dramatically.

"That's cheesy," I giggled.

"Did it work?" she raised her eyebrows as she waited for me to answer. I thought about it.

"I think it did," I decided. Demi clapped her hands in excitement and led me around my closet as she inspected my clothes carefully.

"I think this one is just perfect," she said as her eyes lighted up. She placed the dress in my hands and headed out. "Get ready! We only have an hour and a half until the wedding," she yelled. She turned back around. "I'll pick you up at 6," she added and started to walk out of my penthouse. This was going to be a long night.

Demi's POV

I carefully made my way into the elevator as I started to dial the number.

"Hey, Joey?," I laughed into the phone.

"Hey, Demz," he sounded happy. "Did you convince her?"

"Yup," I said as I pressed the button to go down. "The plan is officially in motion, Joey bear."

A/N Okay, that's got to be the longest chapter out of all eleven of them. I like the way this chapter turned out. In orderer for the sotry to move one, I needed to keep switching the points of views. Its different stylistically from the rest of the story, but I like it (=. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Wow, 23 REVIEWS FOR THE LAST CHAPTER. That is crazy. Thank you for all the support! I love you guys! For the end of the story, I kind of want to put my readers into it. So if you guys review, put a link of a picture of what dress you would like Miley to wear to the wedding. It has to be a dress that Miley herself has already worn. If you follow me on on twitter reply me the link. I would really love it if all of you guys participated in this. I'll take the dress with the most suggestions and make that the dress in the wedding.