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8. Fairytales and Happy Endings

I was always that girl who believe in fairy tales. I believed that everyone had a Prince Charming and one day he'd save you and you'd be able to live your own happy ever after. When I moved to Malibu I never thought I'd find my very own Prince Charming, and here I was. Living my very own fairytale. It may not seem like the most romantic story but to me I didn't care. I was in love and knew I wanted to be with him forever. It still hadn't clicked that I had given up everything, broken my family and friends hearts all for this guy but I didn't care. You know what they say, love is blind and me? I'm as blind as a bat right now. All that I could think about was him and how we'd be able to live our happy ever after. But in reality no one really does live happily ever after, do they?

He folded the blanket and put it back into his rucksack. I quickly shoved my now dry clothes into my bag and flung it over my shoulder. I turned round and faced him. He gave me a quick wink and took of his shirt. My breath got caught in the back of my throat and my heart thumped loudly against my chest. After he had put a clean shirt on he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a kiss on the top of my head. We had spent most of the morning in the house, lying in each others arms talking.

"I have a plan for tonight." He said raising his eyebrows and a cheeky grin appeared on his face. "Will you be okay sitting here for a while? Or do you want to come?"

"I'm not sitting here, I'll come." This house was creepy, especially at night. The floorboards which creek when they want to, the door which didn't close properly. You couldn't see the other end of the room when it was dark. There was no way I was staying here alone while he went and did whatever.

It must of been about midnight when he suggested we leaved. I didn't pay attention to where we were walking all I knew was he told me to stay here until he came back. It wasn't until he had left did I realise I was two streets away from my house. I was paranoid incase I bumped into my dad or brother. I wanted to stay hidden but at the same time go home and tell them I was okay and sorry. Then a car came round the corner and stopped in front of me.

"Get in," he hissed as he opened the passenger door for me. I jumped in and he speeded off.

"But how?" I asked as he kept driving.

"I must of grabbed my keys when I was packing. I was lucky no one came out. There was a police car there and all the lights were on." He seemed satisfied at what he had just achieved. "Go to sleep." He told me as he stroked my eyelids shut and placed a kiss on my lips. It must of worked cause when I woke up it was sunlight.

"Morning beautiful," he said rubbing my arm. "Sleep okay?" He smiled at me and put his eyes back on the road.

"Yeah, did you sleep at all?" I asked rubbing my eyes and turning to face them.

"Yeah, I stopped a couple of hours after you fell asleep and I just got up about half an hour ago. I'll stop soon and we can get something to eat."

"Okay, where are we going?" I asked sleepily.

"I'm not sure yet," he told me and turned to look at me. "But we're gonna be okay. I promise." And then he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and put all his concentration back into driving. I just nodded and stared out the window, then something hit me.

"Nick remember when our parents were arguing and yours went are you still mad about what happened, or something like that?" I continued watching the trees pass by. When he didn't answer I continued, "well do you know what they're talking about?" I turned to face him and I wanted to know what was going on inside his head.

"Look a McDonalds, let's get something to eat." And he pulled into the car park. Grabbed my hand and ran inside.

"You didn't answer my question." I asked as he put the tray on the table.

"Later, now isn't the time." He leaned over the table and ran his finger down my cheek. A tint of red appeared on my face and I quickly looked down at the food.

"Okay, later though." I said picking up the food he bought me. I watched him as he ate his food, wondering where we were and where we were actually going. I thought about my dad and brother, how upset they'd be. Lily and Oliver, they were like my best friends. I had hurt everyone but deep down inside I knew this is what I had to do. It was the only way, Nick was my Prince Charming and I had to do whatever it took to be with him forever. I sat looking out the window, watching the cars speeding past and I noticed a phonebox. There was only one thing that was stopping me from running over to it and phoning my family and that was the most gorgeous boy sitting in front of me. Nick stood up and went to the bathroom, then I done the most stupidist thing. I grabbed my purse and ran outside. Placing the right amount in the machine and my fingers automatically pressed the correct numbers. The ringing seemed to go on forever and then finally my daddy spoke.

"Miley?" Panic sounded in his deep voice.

"It's me dad," I whispered, almost afraid.

"Oh thank God, where are you?" He shouted down the phone.

"Dad, I love you." And then I hung up, tears gathering in my eyes. I stood in the phone box and the tears slowly fell, his arms were around my waist. I turned round and dug my head into his chest. He whispered comforting words in my ears and ran his fingers through my hair and down my back.

"Do you want to go home?" He whispered into my ear. I just shook my head, unable to talk from the tears. He walked me back to the car, never letting go off me once. I felt safe, protected and I was glad he was the one I fell for. That he was the one I ran away from. That he was the one who now looked after me. He drove for miles, keeping one hand on the wheel the other wrapped around my hand. Occasionally he'd turn to look at me, and smiled when I grinned at him. Every hour he'd lean over and kiss the top of my head. I lay back on the seat and kicked my shoes off. Cradling my knees closely to my chest and shut my eyes. Trying to block out the bright sunlight. He turned the radio down and let go off my hand. He ran it through my hair and told me to sleep and placed his hand beside the other one on the steering wheel while I drifted off into a never ending sleep.