Chapter Two.

Miley

Knock, Knock

"Miley can you open the door please?"

"Miley?"

Bang, Bang, Bang

"Miley open the god damn door."

"You have keys?"

"No, Nick does though…"

"Oh yeah great idea Demi, let's go see Nick because he's totally going to let us inside and then give us Miley's apartment key!" Danielle snapped as I pulled the duvet over my head, why wouldn't they just take the hint it had been twenty minutes? Brandi and my sister's had given up after ten.

"Miley please, we aren't leaving."

"Window?"

"We could try it…"

Their voices drifted away as I cuddled into the pillow which was soaked with a million tears and a disgusting mess of foundation, mascara, eyeliner and every other possible make up. I could hardly move, my body was aching all over and I felt dead, but I was still here utterly alone. I pushed my nose into the pillow smelling Nick on it. Even though I lived with him now every so often we'd spend a night here so he could experience reality and not a fairy tale. I guess that wasn't going to be happening anymore. Tears began to fill my eyes again as my voice let out a croaky sob into the softness,

It felt like mom was dead all over again, and Frankie. This was worse though because I hadn't even expected it to happen, Nick had killed me without a second thought. My head felt like a weight which I couldn't lift from the bed, it was filled with just helplessness and hurt.

Smash.

"Shit!" I heard a voice hiss,

"What did you break?"

"A photo frame, oh awkward it's one of Nick."

I pulled the duvet tighter annoyed at myself, stupid Miley I should have locked the fire escape window. It didn't take long before the 'silent' twosome found my hiding spot, although I was hardly hiding it was more locking myself away from anyone else that could destroy my life.

"Hey hun," Danielle whispered,

The bed dipped beside me and a deadly silence followed,

"You know Nick's a dick." Demi announced as the bed tilted again, "Saying that was completely uncalled for and don't worry I gave him a serve for it, actually everyone did. Thing is though, when Nick said he didn't mean it I don't think he was lying. Miley only last week he was telling me you were the best thing that's ever happened to him, that he couldn't imagine a life without you in it. Nick loves you so much, and I know you're mad, you have every right to be but you two, you're meant to be together."

"She's right Miley,"

I felt hands trying to pull my protective shield down but I held strong,

"Miley come on, how about you get out of bed?"

"How about you leave?" I croaked.

"I'm sorry but that wasn't an option, do you want us to use force?"

I remained silent, angry and hurting.

"Just fuck off."

I could just imagine them exchanging looks but honestly I didn't give a crap about them, I didn't want to be there little toy anymore! Sure they were my friends, but I would never be like them, I didn't have a rich family, I at times didn't understand things they were talking about or want to go and be in the social scene with them. I'd just had enough.

"Okay you have three seconds before I rip this off you." Demi threatened.

"One."

"Two."

I pulled the duvet down staring at the two of them, "Happy now?"

Both of their eyes instantly widened as I looked away, yeah I looked a mess but it actually resembled how I felt.

"Please tell me you aren't still wearing the dress." Demi whispered quietly as I laughed staring out the window,

"Why not? I'll never wear it again, I might as well."

"Okay that's it, get out of bed right now!" Danielle snapped.

I turned glaring at her, "No, you get out of my apartment and go back to your mansions! I'm not dating, engaged or even friends with your brother in law, so you no longer have to be nice to the charity case. Just leave me alone." I snapped at both of them, instantly they looked at me insulted,

"Okay you are being a bitch." Demi hissed getting off the bed, "I will forgive you for that comment if you get out of this bed."

"Get fucked."

I pulled the duvet back over my head as Danielle stood up,

"Miley don't you dare speak to us like that."

"Get out of my apartment before I call the cops."

"You'd have to get out of bed to call the police."

"I have my phone in here." I replied bitterly.

"No you don't I saw it in the kitchen."

I rolled my eyes throwing the duvet down, "Fine, I'm up happy?" I spat and slid my legs over the side of the bed staring down at the white wedding dress. My lips instantly quivered as I bit my tongue.

"You're allowed to cry." Demi whispered, "I'm not going to stop you."

I looked at the two of them completely perfect in every freakin way, I stood up shaking my head, "I don't need to cry, why bother wasting my tears on a boy who likes his work more then his fiancé." I whispered and turned walking away, my body fatigued and a little dizzy.

"He loves you Miley."

"Funny, he didn't say that once yesterday."

I moved into the bathroom going to close the door only for Demi's foot to stop me, I opened it giving her a look. She sighed looking at me, "Let me help you get the dress off, and your make up." I looked at her up and down then nodded,

"Fine."

"I'll make breakfast." Danielle announced.

"I'm not hungry."

"I'm still making breakfast"

Demi closed the door staring at me, "I know you don't wanna hear this, but you look like you just walked through a car wash." She announced.

I guess Dems expected a laugh or even a smile but she got neither. Her eyebrows raised and she motioned me to turn around,

I slowly spun around, something I'd done laughing yesterday little did I know the turn of events that would take place while I was giggling with my sister's. Demi began to undo the back of the dress as the pressure released around my body, the only thing that had been keeping me from hitting the ground. The second the dress began to fall I didn't want to take it off I wanted to get married. I just fell to my knees and started crying,

"Oh Miley," Demi whispered dropping next to me,

Her arms wrapped around me as I cried into her shoulder, "I thought he was perfect, I thought…I thought he loved me." I sobbed as she ran her hands through my tangled and pin infested hair,

"He does Miley, Nick loves you so much, we all do."

"But I'm second best, I'm never going to be good enough."

"You aren't second best okay, he was mad! Joe told me how angry Nick was while in the jail, and the entire time he was just yelling because he knew how upset you'd be. Miley why do you need to prove yourself? You aren't good enough, you are perfect and don't ever think you need to fill a standard." Demi whispered in my ear as I cried,

"But I do…"

"No, trust me, everyone loves you for who you are."

I continued crying as Demi helped me out of the dress. I sat on the bathroom floor in my bra and pants sobbing for another five minutes until Demi finally retrieved me new clothes. She sat me on the bench and went a head taking off my make up even though I didn't stop crying the entire time, finally she stood up and pointed at the shower.

"Five minutes, if you're not finished by then I'm coming in."

Demi looked at me up and down then shook her head worried closing the door behind her. I leaned my head back against the mirror frozen in pain. My body numbly ended up in the shower where the tears started yet again mixing with the water, both of them dampening my emotions even more.

"That's five minutes." Demi yelled,

I turned off the taps even though I wanted to stay in there forever; it was the only warmth I'd ever be getting. I got changed and finally after a few agonizing minutes I forced myself to open the door,

The second I stepped up, Demi gazed at me from her position on my bed. She gave a smile standing up, "Okay much better, now let's get you some breakfast?" She asked lying, I looked terrible and she knew it.

Knock, Knock.

"Miley…" A male voice yelled,

Demi instantly looked at me confused, "Who is that at the front door?"

"Miley, come on, let me in! I know what happened,"

Danielle's head poked round the corner pointing towards the front door,

"Who's at the door?"

I gave them both a look and quickly walked through the apartment unbolting the door, I slowly clicked the lock across opening it. I looked straight up into his blues eyes my emotions taking hold as I fell into Liam's arms crying,

Liam sighed wrapping his arms protectively around me, "It's okay,"

"Who the hell are you?" Demi snapped.

"I'm the last guy who made her like this," He whispered simply,

"Wait your…"

"The former drug addict, names Liam."

"Miley."

I was suddenly pulled from Liam as Demi glared at me,

"You need to leave right now!" Danielle announced looking at Liam,

"I'm sorry but I don't think that's your decision."

"She's not capable of making choices right now."

"Yeah I am." I whispered, "You should leave."

"See, now-"

"No I mean both of you." I muttered turning and looking at the women in their designer brands, "I want you both out of my apartment, you don't own me, no one does! I can make my own choices. I want you gone, right now,"

"Miley." Demi warned as I looked away,

"Please." I whispered my voice cracking, "I need you to go."

"Okay we'll-"

"No the hell we will!"

"Demi she-"

"I'll look after her," Liam stated placing his hand on my waist, "I promise, no funny business! I won't take her drinking or out clubbing, you can trust me." I leaned my head against him closing my eyes.

"I don't trust you."

"Well you don't have much choice."

"Dem let's just go."

"Fine." She whispered, "Miley we'll be back tomorrow."

"Don't bother." I stated, "I won't have changed my mind."

There was a deadly silence as I heard a huff and I kept my eyes closed as both Demi and Danielle left. The door slammed sending me into another fit of tears as Liam brought me into a hug.

"It'll be fine, trust me, you'll be okay, just wait."

Nick.

"I really screwed up this time."

I sighed staring up at the blue sky, "I don't even know what I was thinking! She means everything to me, so why did I say that work was more important? Nothing is more important then Miley." I muttered staring down at the concrete block looking back at me, "Frankie I don't know how to fix this, she hates me! Okay that's a lie, she loves me but that doesn't mean we'll get back together. She was so mad, I just don't know what to do anymore. I love her."

I look at the tombstone running my fingers through the green grass; I needed Frankie right now more then ever. I wanted to laugh at one of his sexiest comments, I'd even deal with him hitting on Miley, just to hear his voice right now would be a gift, one of which I would never get again. Now not only had I lost my little brother, but also the one person that I gave my heart too and I didn't want it back. It was hers, forever and always.

"Joe suggested I send her flowers, what an idiot." I stated giving a small laugh.

"What would you do Frankie? How can I get her back?"

I waited for an answer, but it never came because there was nothing I could do.

"Talking to your dead brother most likely isn't going to help for a start."

I spun around looking up at Demi standing there. She gave me a weak smile and dropped beside me. "I'll pretend though if you want, I'll be Frankie. Ask away…" Demi announced as I gave my best friend a look, "Come on ask,"

"Why did I say that to Miley?"

"Because you're a dickhead." She stated trying to imitate a boy's voice,

"How do I get her back?"

"Dude it's over! Move the hell on, plus now I have a shot with Miley. She has big…"

I turned slapping her playfully on the arm, as she gave a small laugh wrapping her arms around me. "I'm such an idiot, I never meant to say it Dems it just came out. Miley is my life, without her I just feel so lost! I don't want to feel like this, but I don't know how I can apologize, I hurt her."

"Time." Demi whispered.

"What?"

"Give her space."

"I don't think that's a good idea." I mumbled.

"Trust me Nick, it is…"

"And how would you know?"

Demi fell silent leaning her head on my shoulder, "I went and saw her this morning."

My eyes flew to hers shocked, "You did?"

"Uhuh, and if you think you're upset, you should see Miley."

"How bad?" I whispered annoyed at myself.

"Well she was still wearing her dress, she swore more in ten minutes then she's done the entire time I've known her. Miley looked like a clown her make up was that screwed up and she just continually cried on the bathroom floor for like twenty minutes. In other words I think she really loves you Nick." Demi announced as I just stared at her,

"More like she really hates me."

"No, she doesn't hate you…"

"Yeah she does."

"Nick she doesn't, Miley loves you."

"So what do I do?"

"Give her a week."

"You think that will help?"

"Trust me, seeing her now would only cause more damage then good."

"So you left her with…"

Demi's face turned to unease looking at me, "Well you see I left her with a friend."

"Who?"

"I rang Miley's dad straight away, he said it should be-"

"Who Demi?" I spat.

"Liam."

My jaw clenched as my eyes widened, "You left her with-"

"I didn't really leave her, she kicked us out."

"WHAT? And you just left her with him."

I stood up pushing her away as she groaned, "Nick what was I supposed to do? She'll be fine, look I called her dad and Liam's actually cleaned his act up and is reliable. I mean her dad said that, I'm sure he won't…" She started and trailed off looking at me apologetic, "She was going to call the cops if I didn't leave!"

I pushed my hand through my hair clutching it, "I can't believe you left her with him of all people! Anyone but him" I yelled at Demi who sighed.

"Nick come on,"

"Don't, just don't…"

I felt myself overwhelmed with emotions as I stood up looking away, I couldn't cry in front of her. I took a few steps away shaking my head, how could time make this better? She was already hanging out with her damn ex! If I waited too long he wouldn't be classed as that name anymore, no he'd be Miley's boyfriend and where would I stand? Alone, with no one? I felt a tear fall down my cheek as I looked across the large cemetery torn.

"Nick I'm sorry." Demi whispered.

"Don't be, you didn't cause this…"

"You didn't either, you were just upset."

"I'm still upset." I whispered,

Demi's arm wrapped around me giving a weak smile, "Want some good news? I promise it'll cheer you up!"

I looked at her and shook my head, "Not unless it has to do with Miley."

"It doesn't, but it has to with me."

I sighed wrapping my arm around her, "Fine what's the good news?"

"You won't tell anyone?"

"Promise,"

"Pinkie promise?"

Demi held up her little finger as I rolled my eyes, "What are we five?"

"Yes, now take my finger,"

I hooked my own pinky with hers as she grinned, "Okay…"

"So what's the secret?"

"Well Nick you about to have a new title!"

"What?" I asked confused.

"You are about to become Uncle Nick, I'm pregnant."

A/N: Wow thanks for the reviews guys! Seriously I'm shocked! Thanks so much! Okay and random question who's excited for the Hunger Games?