It's Been A While Since We Last Spoke

Chapter 16

Demi's POV

Yesterday with Nick was magical. It's still so hard to believe that we're now more than we've ever been. But funnily enough, it doesn't seem different. Maybe we will always be the same, and for once I don't feel bad that we've taken a risk of ruining our friendship. I honestly think that this time being together won't ruin our friendship, because we are the same as we were.

Except of course we can kiss and hug intimately, and turn up to one another's house whenever. Well, as long as there's a good reason. But I mean it wouldn't be bad at all if Nick turned up at my house at midnight and wanted to spend the night with me... sleeping.

But eh, even when we weren't together I would have gladly let him.

It's ridiculous how we didn't just end up together straight away.

If I had met Nick before he met Miley, maybe he would have never been with her. I know that sounds a little selfish, but I think she's possibly one of the reasons that me and Nick have only just started something now.

But oh well, better late than never. Plus, we're only 19... it's not like we're 35 and already have kids with other people. I'm ecstatic that I could be spending a long time of my life with the amazing Nick Jonas. Yes, that does sound corny... but being with Nick is beyond words, it really is a relationship I've never had before.

In fact, all my other relationships were like taking a train... it's a short journey, it goes by really fast and it's pretty mundane.

Whilst with Nick, it's like... drinking Red Bull, and then being driven on a motorbike. Yes, it's fast looking... but you can watch all the things go by for hours without getting bored. The Red Bull just make things more crazy, making everything feel phenomenal. Perhaps you can add myself wearing nothing but lingerie into that equation, seeing as Nick makes me feel sexy all the time.

What I mean is, Nick never stops telling me how beautiful and gorgeous I am. I have to believe him when he thinks so because he wouldn't repeat something like that if he were lying. Plus, I don't see what he sees. I've never seen myself as I am. So maybe I am gorgeous! Hahaha.

That is a scary thought though isn't it? How he doesn't see what I see in him and I don't see what he sees in me. The mirror is lie and we can never know the truth. Unless someone somehow changes every single mirror in the universe, to look symmetrical. But that would be creating a disruption with the laws of physics. Well, I think so... i'm not that great when it comes to Science, I've always been better at English and History.

Anyway, so I find myself waking up in Nick's bed, but of course he wasn't in it. Nick insisted he slept on the couch because he would rather I had a good night rest. He seriously cares about me way too much.

So I step out of the bed, still wearing the same clothes from last night... seeing as I didn't bring any clothes with me.

Oh crap yeah... I have no other clothes.

Well, I suppose I'll have to wear the same clothes from yesterday.

Ugh, I need a shower.

I walk over across to the other side of the bedroom and open the door bathroom door...

OH SHIT!

"Oh my gosh Nick I'm so sorry!"

Yep.

Nick was just behind that door... butt naked.

I blush a heavy shade of red and close the door.

Nick comes out only wearing a towel over himself with a reassuring look on his face.

"Demi... don't panic..."

I sit back on the bed, slightly still in shock.

I'm not sure... but I could have err, seen his err well... you know.

"It's okay Nick, I should have knocked."

"No no I was too quiet... I understand."

Still standing only with the towel wrapped around the lower half of his body, I find it difficult to not get flustered and lightheaded from seeing his chest once more.

I had to stop myself from biting my lip out of frustration... even though I couldn't keep my eyes off him.

"Demi...?"

I look back up at him, and one of his eyebrows is raised and the other lowered to show his concern... but of course looking at me as if I had lost the plot.

"Sorry wha...?"

"Erm Demi... were you just err, checking me out?"

I then lower my eyes to the ground, probably blushing like crazy.

"No... of course not..."

Goddamn I need to get better at lying.

"Demi..."

I look back up at him, completely embarrassed. He's giving me a stern look, the corners of his mouth slowly raising into a smirk.

"Nick..."

Nick rolls his eyes and turns round, stepping back into the bathroom.

Eugh, if only he grabbed me and kissed me instead.

Ahem... I mean, whatever.

He comes back out, but this time with jeans on.

He still didn't have a shirt on.

He's giving me a playful smirk, staring right at me with those gorgeous, golden brown orbs.

"Nick... I know what you're doing."

"Do you?"

I roll my eyes this time, trying not to smile. I fold my arms and give him a firm look.
"Yes I do. Now quit it."

"Ooo Demi... my eyes are up here."

I pout my lips, then I give him a playful smirk back myself.

I step closer towards him, and I gently rest my hand on his arm.

I look at him deeply in his eyes, and I say, "I know you can't resist me either." I wink at him and I then walk towards the bathroom, and I close the door so that I can have privacy when I take a shower.

But Nick didn't quite want that, barging into the bathroom and grabbing me from behind, trying to tickle me to my death.

I can't help but giggle and squeal, as I try to get out of his arm lock, away from being wrapped around my waist.

But it's no use, he's stronger than me... which would be worrying if he wasn't. He drags me back out of the bathroom and into the bed, where I fall into his chest. He smells so good, smells of cologne. I can't help but sniff him, but subtly of course.

I feel his body jerk as he chuckles, "You comfortable then?"

"Shut up Jick Nonas."

"Just because you know I'm right."

"Well I blame you for being comfortable... it means I have to lay here permanently now."

"Or it means I get off and you go and have a shower."

"I don't have to have a shower you know..."

"You sure about that?"

I gasp, pretending to be shocked by what he said. But of course I knew he was joking.

I get off him and turn round to face him with my fake appalled expression, my hand over my heart as if it's really hurt me.

"How dare you!"

Nick's looking at me with a cheesy, yet playful grin. He's biting his lip, which oh my god is so sexy.

"Demi, you know I'm hilarious."

I roll my eyes, fold my arms and chuckle at his silly humour.

Nick then looks at me again, but with a calmer smile, no longer with the same tease as it did before.

"Go and have a shower Dem, you'll feel better."

"But I have nothing to change into."

Nick shrugs, "Just borrow some of mine."

I snort. Is he freaking serious?

"Come on Nick... that's ridiculous."

"Oh why? Because they're boys clothes." He then mimics me deliberately making 'ner ner ner' noises to represents how I whinge.

I give him a poker face... and he keeps doing it, until I start to hide a smile.

Then I'm suddenly giggling like an idiot.

"Haha gotcha... now go and get yourself feeling fresh."

I roll my eyes and do what he says... because otherwise we'll keep arguing.

I walk back into the bathroom and shut the door closed, locking it so he can't get in for sure.

But Nick isn't a perv, so he wouldn't come in and grab me again.

I then look in the mirror, and see my hair is a bit messed up.

I do look... okay. I mean, the bags under my eyes have gone. Which is good, because I needed a good night sleep. And I got one for once.

At least I sleep better than I used to. I used to still be up at 4am a lot...

but now I'm slowly finding it easier again to go to bed at a fairly reasonable time.
I'm not gonna lie, I have felt better in myself recently... and I think I need to thank Nick for that.

Whenever I look in the mirror now, I try not to think about whether I look 'disgusting' or 'ugly'.

Because that's what my demons want me to think... whilst the people who love me, like mom, my sisters and Nick... think of me far higher than that. Nick never stops telling me how beautiful I look, which is what i need to focus on. I can't keep thinking I look horrible, when others think the complete opposite of me. I have to train my brain.

Anyway, so I strip out of my t-shirt, jeans, bra and panties. I step into the shower, and I press the on button so that the water will start falling on to me. I then get a little shock, forgetting that the water won't have warmed up yet, seeing as it's only just been turned on. So I jump away from the water for a minute, and then I feel the water start getting lukewarm.

Once it was at about... 40 degrees celsius temperature, I step back under the showerhead and I close my eyes to the wondrous feeling of the hot water splashing on my hair, face and body. I begin to hum, the feeling so relaxing and comforting on my skin.

I realised that it would have been better if I had brought my own shampoo, facial and body wash stuff... but I wasn't even expecting to stay here, so I've got Nick's stuff to use.

He left them on the bottom of the shower, probably thinking that I might need them. How sweet he thought of me. Either that, he's still lazy to put them away.

I pick the shampoo up from the floor, finding that he uses American Crew. Huh, well that makes sense. I couldn't imagine him using Herbal Essences or Loreal. Well, I'm sure it will smell nice. I open the lid and get a whiff of the shampoo. I take the dark and rich smell of it... getting spicy notes of rosemary... well something like that. Smelled good enough for me.

I pour some of the substance onto my hand... well, as much as I need, and I rub it into my head. I make sure it's covered all over my hair, and I then reach down to hopefully find a facial wash or cleanser... but no. I pick up a bar of soap, which I gather Nick uses for his body and face. Ugh, men. Should have known Nick wasn't any different. I chuckle, and I shout out for him.

He comes rushing to the door, still not peeking through just in case. "Yeah?"

"Have you got anything for ladies? You know... facial wash that isn't soap."

Nick chuckles, "Right... erm, well... I have more soap? Sorry, but I don't buy Clearasil."

"Ha... you're funny. Well, where is it? I don't want to use your soap since you've probably used it to wash your ass."

"Thanks for that! There's more soap in the mirrored cupboard."

I giggle as he walks away from the door. I quickly rush out of the shower, completely STARK NAKED and open the cupboard to find about 5 bars of soap. He stocked up then! I grab one, and with a close call I re enter the shower without Nick even seeing me naked.

Haha well... I hope.

"Nick!"

He comes back fairly quickly, grunting out of annoyance. Hehe, am I annoying him?

He sighs, "Yes Demi..."

"You weren't just peeking through were you?"

"No! I was... erm... I was..."

I gasp, knowing he's lying.

"You're lying!"

"No I'm not... I just... I..."

"Did you see me naked?!"

"No, I didn't see you naked... I was peeking through when I was talking to you just now."

I sigh with relief, "Oh good, that's okay then."

"What? You don't want me seeing your body?" I hear the teasing in his voice.

I smirk, "It's not that..."

"Then what is it?"

"Well... I'd prefer if you did see me naked, I would see you naked at the same time."

There was silence.

Oh no, did I say something bad?

I hear him suddenly let out a huge sigh.
"You're going to be the death of me Dem..."

I frown, and I hear his footsteps move away from the door.

Had I upset him? What did he mean by I was going to be the death of him?

Nick doesn't puzzle me much... but this is one of those times.

"Nick! What does that mean?"

I get no answer, so I quickly wash my face and body with the soap and jump out of the shower as soon as I felt clean enough. I grab the towel that was next to the sink, and I wrap it round my body. I come out of the shower, to find that Nick wasn't in the bedroom, but was in the kitchen cooking. For me I wonder? Well, I guess I am hungry.

Would he be okay with me just wrapped in this towel? I don't know, but I don't want to my panties back on when I've just a shower. They're probably dirty!

I just sit down on one of the stools that is next to the kitchen counter, which I'm presuming you sit to eat on. Nick turns around and smiles at me. He then looks down slightly, and his eyes widen. I smirk, picking up an apple spontaneously from his fruit bowl, and biting into it.

He then gives me the evil eyes, and turns back around to what he has been doing. I casually watch him from behind, and notice that he had been stirring a mixture in a glass bowl. He then opens up one of the drawers, and pulls out a ladle. He places the ladle in the mixture and picks some of the mixture with the ladle, and carefully from what I can see, pours it onto a pan.

Oooo yay he's making pancakes! I love pancakes. Well, he knew that so that's probably why he's making them. I don't think Nick could be any kinder. The amazing, sexy, caring, irresistible son of a bitch he is... but he's mine, and oh my god that is still hard to believe.

Within 5 minutes or so, Nick has now made a perfect looking pancake. I lick my lips naturally, definitely now intrigued to have a taste. He picks out a plate from the cupboard, a knife and knock from the drawer, and then gets out the maple syrup he had in the fridge. He pours the maple syrup over the pancake, and then picks the plate up and hands it to me. I look up at him, and he's giving me that warm, gentle smile that I always know and love.

I smile back at him, barely able to say "thank you". My voice was suddenly so tiny, and I couldn't help but stare at him. This is one of those times, in which Nick has left me unable to speak. He's done this a few times, and I hate him for it. But not really, I love him and can never hate him.

He's staring right back at me, not moving a muscle. I stand up from the stool, almost forgetting I had to hold onto the towel that is still wrapped around me.
I walk round the kitchen counter, up to Nick. I'm now standing right in front of him, and I manage to ask him this time...

"What do you mean I'm going to be the death of you?"

He chuckles, "What a silly question Demi..."

"How?"

"Don't you know?"

I shake my head, and he's looking at me with evil eyes.

"Do I have to say it?"

I nod, giving him an honest innocent smile. I genuinely wanted to know... having only a vague idea what his answer maybe.

"Because you're beautiful, cute, charming, funny, wise, strong and passionate."

I have to smile at that, a proper 100 watt smile.

I lay my head on to Nick's shoulder, and I whisper...

"You'll be the death of me too."

I can almost hear Nick smile at that, as he places his arms around me tightly.

What a wonderful morning.