Sorry for the late update, my mum decided to try and be funny and turn off my internet connection. I think she has a death wish but anyway, I hope you like this but I wasn't too happy with it but it's a chapter so that's a start.
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Miley POV
He's calling, again.
'Miles, how can you know how he feels if you don't speak to him?', Demi asks looking at me and trying to be serious. She's right, Fuck! I hate when she's right.
'Gee, thanks Dr Phil',
My phone rings again and Demi signals to me that she's leaving.
'Hello?', he asks down the phone. I've decided to listen to Demi and give him a chance to explain. I'd gave him the silent treatment for almost two days, I guess it's time to hear him out. My walls are still up though, I can't just talk to him and be vulnerable I have to be strong, I have to play it cool.
'What do you want Nick?',
'I need to see you. I need to speak to you. Can I come pick you up?', he asks and I'm torn.
Do I go see him or do I sit here and mope? I'd been moping for two days, it's finally time to get out of my rut and hear him out. I'm a big girl, I can take rejection. I can live through it, I'm being a little dramatic I know but this shit is huge for a teenage girl.
'Nick it's almost midnight, can this not wait until school tomorrow?',
'No, I'd rather speak to you when it's just you and I', he says and I sigh. I agree to go out with him and hang up the phone. So much for homework, shower and bed. I guess it would be nice to see him, it has been two days since I spoke to him face to face.
He pulls up outside my house a couple of minutes later on that fucking motorcycle and looks up to my window. Trying not to wake my parents, Smartass here has decided to climb out the window. Believe me, climbing in the window while drunk is a whole lot easier that climbing out of it without trying to embarrass or kill yourself. Thank God I decided not to wear heels otherwise I probably would have broken both my legs by now. Nick smirks as he watches me scale down the side of my house, something I do not recommend doing because in the end... you will die.
He smirks at me watching me walk towards him. I've missed him. I've missed being with him and teasing him and kissing him.
'Okay, I'm here. What did you want to say?', I ask and he looks at me and then hands me a helmet.
'I thought you just wanted me to come out and talk to you, I'm not dressed right and I'm not in the mood for you to take me on one of your weird adventures on that fucking bike. I'm not in the mood for games, Nick',
'Miley please. I'll make it worth your while, I promise. I don't want to fight with you. I'm not playing games with you, I'm completely serious', he says and without an argument I take the stupid helmet and put it on.
I've come to realize, I'm a moron. He says jump and I say how high? That's how it is with Nick and I and I hate it. I liked being independent and being the girl that every guy knew he couldn't have and now here I am, putty in Nick's hands and he knows I am. He had that hold over me and admittedly at the start it scared the crap out of me and excited me at the same time, now I'm just tired of it.
He starts driving and soon we're going towards the Hollywood sign. He stops right at the top of it and parks the bike. We make our way down to the letters and I sit on a rock behind the sign.
'So?', I ask. I'm getting a headache and I don't want to be ignorant but I need this over with.
'You know I'm apologizing, right?', he starts and I just look at him.
'You brought me all this way to say that?',
'No. I'm sorry I didn't say anything when you told me what you told me',
'It's fine. I'm used to guys letting me down', I mumble and he lowers his head
'Why did you run out like that?',
'Because I was embarrassed, I told you how I feel knowing you don't feel the same way and I freaked out',
'I do', he blurted out. What the hell is he talking about?
'You do what?',
'I do feel the same way. I was just an idiot and didn't realize on time. I love you Miley', he said quietly. My face froze, my body was shaking but my face was frozen.
'You're serious? You're not just fucking with me?',
'Come on Miley, give me more credit than that, I might be an idiot but I'm not heartless',
'So you love me?', I ask and he nods.
'Yeah, it's crazy. I've never felt like this about anyone. I love us together, I love what we have but... I want more', he says coming towards me on his knees, he's nose to nose with me as I'm sitting on the rock.
'What do you mean?',
'At the risk of sounding like a dork, will you be my girlfriend Miley?', he smiles, that charming smile that made me fall for him in the first place.
'What happened to not wanting a dramatic girlfriend?',
'I think I can deal with your drama', he grins and I laugh
'If I say yes will you stop with the sickening romantic crap?', I joke and he laughs. His hands are on my thighs, so wearing shorts I can feel his fingertips graze across my thighs.
'If I kiss you can we forget all the arguing ever happened. Start fresh and have sex under the stars?', he smirks and I laugh, my head falling forward and landing on his shoulder. He smells... like heaven. He smells like Nick. I know he is Nick so that kinda sounds stupid but he smells just like I remember, like perfection. A mixture of sweet but manly.
'Nick, seriously. Stop with the romantic stuff, you know it makes me nausous', I giggle blushing. It's the first time I've really smiled in four days.
'I like when you blush',
'Well I don't so shut up', I laugh
'So was that a yes?',
'A yes for what?',
'Being my girlfriend',
'You were serious?',
'Of course I was serious. There's no point us feeling like we do for each other and not getting together. It's a logical suggestion',
'So you just want to be my boyfriend because it's logical?', I joke and he looks at me weird
'Not like that, don't twist my words',
'I was kidding',
'Come home with me?', he asks
'And what about school tomorrow?',
'You can get showered at my house and I'm sure Demi has some clothes in my house',
'Let's just go back and see what happens', I smile and he smirks at me.
We get back on the bike and go back to his house. We sneak into his house, his parents are still awake and in the living room.
'Nick, is that you?', calls his mom from the living room
'Yeah',
'I didn't know you went out', she says as she comes out to the hallway and looks at Nick and I.
'Yeah I had to talk to Miley',
'Oh, you must be Miley?', his mom smiles and I nod and shake her hand.
'Yes, hello', I say quietly
'It's lovely to finally meet you. I've heard a lot about you', she says politely.
'It's lovely to meet you too',
'Miley's staying over', Nick informs her and I hide my face, if this was the other way around and I was telling my dad that Nick was staying, my dad wouldn't take it too well but Nick's mom smiles at me and nods.
'Just make sure you two make it to school tomorrow', she warns and Nick looks at me.
'We will Mom', he smiles, his hand is holding mine and I see her looking at it.
'Do you want to come in and sit with us for a while? We're watching a Brad Pitt movie. Joe and Demi are here',
'Yeah, sure', Nick says looking at me for confirmation and I nod.
We go into the living room and Demi and Joe look at us right away. Demi gives me a weird look, like she's asking me a question which more than likely she is. I nod to her discreetly and she smiles knowing that Nick and I are together. We sit for twenty minutes before Nick brings me upstairs to his room.
'Your room's a mess?', I ask and he nods
'Except for school, the last couple of days I've barely been out of bed',
'You missed me that much?', I joke and he laughs
'Wow, you're so humble Miley',
'I know, great huh?', I laugh as we collapse onto his bed. We make out for a while before he gets up to get changed. He throws a t-shirt at me and I laugh.
'What?',
'Nothing, I thought we were sleeping naked but this is fine', I smile and he lowers his head to snigger.
I put on his t-shirt and it's so long on me that the hem lands just above the middle of my thigh. I left on my pink boy shorts. Nick looks at me with a stack of DVDs in his hands while wearing just a pair of boxers. I've seen him naked plenty of times, changing, sex, skinny dipping and one time last week when we played strip poker, but I still can't get over his body.
He puts a movie on and flicks the light switch off before pulling back the covers and snuggling up next to me. We've cuddled before, we done it for a huge percentage of last week, I missed it all weekend. He puts one arm behind my head and the other across my stomach, his hand caressing my left side. I press myself closer to his bare chest and try to focus on the TV screen.
He leans in a little closer and kisses my temple, twice. I giggle and run my hand over his arm, turning slightly so that I'm facing him a little more. All I want is to kiss him, but he's suddenly very focused on the movie, he's teasing me. I pout, a little discouraged, and follow his gaze.
After a few minutes I start to feel groggy. It was late, and Nick was lying next to me, warm and soft, so I begin to drift off to sleep. In my semi-conscious state I feel him move. He slides his hand down over my hip, and back up beneath my shirt, resting it in the same place on my side, but against my bare skin. I feel myself waking up again.
I move a tiny bit closer to him, and turn my head so that I am facing him. He runs his hand over my stomach, moving from my hips to my ribs, inching a bit further up and down each time he circles his fingertips. I press my lips against his neck gently. He sucks in a breath, and I almost thought he was going to turn away.
Instead he moves his hand up further and cups my breast. I gasp. All I've wanted in four days was for him to touch me like this again, and now I'm getting my way. I put my hand over his and kiss him again. He takes a step beyond this and dips his fingers into my bra. I reach behind me and unclasp it, taking it off as he brings his mouth to mine. He's an unbelievable kisser.
I roll onto my side and throw my leg over him, melting my body into his. I can feel him now, my thoughts turning to the fact that only two thin layers of fabric were keeping us separated. I moan, feeling how hard he is and how much he wants me. He laughs, deep and throaty. I run my hand down his chest and slip him out of his boxers, using my hand to make his breathing shallow.
He pulls his shirt off over my head and kisses my breasts. I moan again and move my hand a little faster. Nick's fingers trail up and down my bare thigh, just brushing my panties before moving away. I bite my lip, trying not to be too loud and he finally moves his hand between my shorts and my bare skin. He lightly runs his fingers over me, pausing to rub my spot and making me bite my lip a little more. He slips a finger inside of me, all of a sudden. He was gentle but just hard enough to make me want a little more, he was always good at doing that, making me want more. With one hand I wiggle my boy shorts down around my ankles and kicked them off. Nick laughs and nibbles my ear lobe, pressing his hand tighter against me. I can feel how wet his palm is getting and I don't want to let go too early. I want him inside of me, more than anything.
'Nick, stop. Please?', I ask as he slows his movements and looks at me strangely.
'You don't want this?', he tries to sound playful and a little seductive, but I hear the underlying tone of confusion. He doesn't know how badly I do want it.
'Not yet. I want you first',
'You can have me more than once tonight baby. But, if you say so', he smirks and moves his hand to my most sensitive spot and kisses me again.
'You said to stop that, but you said nothing about this', he grins.
He kisses me from my neck to my hips, running his hands up and down my body. I want him inside of me more than anything, but I can't resist what he's about to do. His tongue is warm and wet, gliding over me and causing my legs to tremble. He licks me softly, his breath was hot against my thighs. I moan and he puts his finger back inside.
'Nick... Nick wait. I want you. Please', I'm almost begging but he doesn't listen, he just licks me faster.
'Nick', I gasp, I feel myself balancing on the edge.
'Fuck me', I groan and I mean it as an order, but it sounds more like a plea. He stops and moves forward. He kisses me and I taste myself on his tongue.
'Now?', he asks, his voice is strained.
This time is different for us. We're not just having sex, it sounds dorky but we're connecting on another level, we're making love and it feels incredible.
'Yes',
He presses himself against me, sliding inside of me and groaning as he does. I wrap my arms and legs around him and feel him moving in me. I try to last as long as he is but just before he finishes I feel myself let go. I cry out and press my face to his shoulder. After a few more thrusts he thrusts inside of me and I feel something warm and wet inside. I watch his face as he comes. He closes his eyes and cocks his head back, clearly savouring the moment.
We lay gasping for a minute and I lean over and kiss him. As we're kissing his thumb is gently stroking my jawline. We finally break apart and smile at each other.
'Did this feel different for you?', he asks and I nod.
He continues to stroke my face and look me in the eyes. We just lay looking at each other and I stroke my fingers over his bicep. He gets up a few minutes later and puts his underwear back on and gets back into bed and we cuddle under the covers. I turn so that my back is pressed to his chest and once more begin to fall asleep. Just as I'm slipping into unconsciousness I feel him stroking my hip again. I look round at him and his eyes are closed.
'I love you', I whisper and he opens his eyes and smiles and kisses me.
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