A/N: Hello guys! This is the first time talking to you guys because I felt rude that I haven't said anything. I hope you guys like this 4th chapter :) I really am glad that some people are reading this because I'm quite proud of what I've written so far. I love Nemi so much it hurts. I have been a shipper since summer 2010. I still hope to death that Demi and Nick will be together one day. If you want, you can tell me what you think of this chapter.

Thanks for reading!

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Chapter 4

Nick's POV

9am. It's a new morning, looking beautiful here in New York.

I had a day off today, which kind of relieved me because I needed some alone time.

Maybe it wasn't exactly a good idea to be alone without Michael, considering I was thinking of ringing Demi every 2 minutes.

But I had to fight the urge otherwise I would never let her go.

It has taken me a year to be able to stop calling her.

I've realised that what is the point in calling her when she was never going to pick up the phone?

I also realised that Demi had her phone taken away for a while when she went into treatment, because she was not allowed any contact except with her parents when she was in there. I guess it was for security reasons and the fact that I was someone from her past, which she needed to get away from.

But Demi didn't want to get rid of me.

Not until she came out.

She has not once tried to call me once since she got out of treatment.

I texted her when she did, but she never replied.

I sent a few texts after that, but still no reply.

I even called her, but then I found out from a friend of ours that she got rid of that phone, so I could never call her again.

Until that is, Joe kindly offered me her number when she gave it to him via a text. But this really pissed me off because I thought that how could she not give me her number but give it to Joe.

But I realised it was because she could still talk to Joe without getting hurt anymore.

If she ever spoke to me, I know that she would not be able to move on.

She needed to move on for the sake of her well being.

Us being together was forbidden because it caused too much emotion and chaos.

So I have actually been keeping my distance as much as possible until we do encounter, which is bound to happen eventually.

But I still couldn't resist the urge of calling her.

I still wondered where she could be right now.

For all I knew, she could be walking down the streets of New York right now and I would never see her because it's far too big to find anyone.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't well known. Because then I could just go anywhere without anyone spotting me.

I could go find her.

I wish she wasn't famous either.

Not that I don't want people to see her talent...

I just wish we could have just been classed as people who no one knew except friends and family.

I hate all this fame bullshit, and I never wish to get sucked into all the hype and paparazzi and all that crap that makes people become pre-madonnas.

I'm a regular guy, I will always be a regular guy.

Sure, I can play guitar and sing... but there's millions of people that can do that.

Music is all I have.

I only got famous because I got lucky; someone heard my voice and they liked it.

I got a record deal with Disney, or rather Hollywood Records.

But I wish I could have started differently.

Sometimes I wish I was just a regular musician who wasn't famous, signed to a much lower label that didn't control me half the time.

But I mustn't be ungrateful for what I have, because I have a lot to be thankful for.

A loving family and friends, a great place to live, plenty of health insurance and food to eat.

I'm lucky, and very privileged.

Being privileged like this can also benefit others when sending the money I have to charities who are need of help. I love doing that because I choose to give to make those happy.

I'm someone who much prefers to see someone else happy than myself.

So if Demi is happy right now and doesn't need me, I choose to stay as happy as I can too.

It will be difficult, but it's the only option I have right now...

unless she calls me.

Which is never going to happen.

Well, I don't mean to sound pessimistic, but love hasn't not been good to me.

The first person I ever loved was Miley, and that went down the drain.

But that was partially my fault, considering I was already falling for Demi at the end of our relationship.

I don't think Demi has any idea how much I care for her.

But it's not going to make up for the mistakes we both made.

I still remember the kiss like it was yesterday.

I wonder if she ever thinks about it sometimes too.

It was practically perfect, I've never had a kiss like it.

I wanted to continue, but I didn't want to break her heart either.

But man, the way she looked at me when I did stop the kiss... I may could have broken her heart anyway, or punch it at least.

Maybe I was just seeing it I don't know.

Goddamn I just wanted to see her for just a second again.

I can imagine how good she would look.

Her red hair, her beautiful face, her curves that drive me wild.

Why the hell couldn't I just forget her?

Oh yeah, she's far too contagious... that's why.

I heard she was filming her Stay Strong documentary yesterday, possibly more today as well.

Maybe I could try and see her when she was finished?

No, why would I?

I need help.

Seriously.

My phone rang then.

It was on the coffee table... buzzing like mad.

Should have I answered it?

Who could it possibly be?

I picked it up, and looked at the number.

It wasn't a number I recognised.

Huh... I never get an anonymous call.

How could they possibly get my number? Has it been leaked?

I answered it hesitantly, "Hello?"

"Hi, this is Nick... right?" It sounded like a woman, like... a woman I had heard before.

"Who wants to know?"

"This is Dianna, Demi's mom."

"Oh! Hi Mrs De La Garza, it's been a while."

"Yes, indeed it has. How are you?"

"I'm fine thank you. How did you get my number? Is everything okay?"

"It doesn't matter right now. Is it okay if we meet sometime? I know that it might be difficult, but I would like to speak to you where we can have a long conversation face to face."

"Erm... sure, but why? What do we need to talk about?"

"Well... you were close to my daughter, and... she doesn't want to admit it, but she misses you."

"She does?"

"Yes, and even though she's been getting better... I know she wants to see you."

"Err well pardon me if I sound rude Mrs De La Garza, but I don't think it's a good idea if she sees me."

"Yes I know that, but at the same time... she does need to see you. She needs to face you so she can get over whatever happened between you two. She never properly told me, but I can tell you didn't mean any harm. I also know that you care about her a lot... right?"

"Yes, very much so Mrs De La Garza."

"Nicholas, how many times have I told you to call me Dianna?"

I chuckled slightly, knowing I could hear a smirk in her voice too. "Sorry Dianna."

"It's okay. Now, I have to go... but we must agree on a date. When are you free?"

"Hmm... well, I'm only free today to be honest."

"Ah right yes, your musical. How about I come and see you on the opening night? I was planning to see the show anyway, aside what Demi thinks."

"Oh really? Well, that's very kind. Okay yeah, we'll talk after the show?"

"That would be great. See you then Nick."

"Bye Dianna."