Chapter Seventeen.

Miley.
I twisted the ring on my finger again, admiring it. It was beautiful, and proof that all of this was finally happening. After all this time, all the fights, all the break-ups, it was permanent now. There wasn't gonna be anymore leaving.

"Would you stop looking at your ring?" Nick laughed at me as he held me in his arms. He was staying the weekend, convincing someone that proposing would take more than one night. Whoever bought that lie was a complete idiot, but, I wasn't complaining.

"It's just so pretty," I gushed. "You were so cute last night, standing there shaking."

"I was not shaking," he clarified.

I rolled my eyes. Of course I knew that he wasn't, but making him think he did would be fun.

"Sure you weren't," I pursed my lips. "Who helped you plan this all out, anyways?"

"You think I got help? I did all of it myself," he crossed his arms, defiant. He had to be an idiot if he thought I was going to believe that bullshit.

"Nicholas Jerry."

"Okay, but you need to promise not to get all pissy," he told me. I took a deep breath, getting ready to control myself. That line coming out of his mouth was never good. "I asked Demi for help."

I pursed my lips. "Demi?"

"See, you're mad."

"Demi?" I repeated. Out of all the people he chose her? "Why?"

"Because she's you're best-friend."

I felt the anger rise as I raised my finger, ready to set the record straight. That two-faced, ununderstanding, whore is not my best-friend. "She was my best-friend. I-"

"Oh, please, let's not get dramatic with the was bit," he rolled his eyes, a smile dancing on his lips. "You still consider her your best-friend."

"No I don't," I grumbled, crossing my arms. Damn him for knowing me so well.

"She's really sorry, Mi," he lectured. I just sighed. I know. I knew she was really sorry, but that didn't make it any easier to forgive her. She judged me, and out of everyone she was supposed to be the one that helped me get through everyone hating me. Not one of the people that hated me.

"I don't care."

"Oh, really?"

"Really," I told him, standing up and checking my cell phone, attempting to act nonchalant. "But, you know, out of curiosity, how'd she help?"

"She helped get it all together. Added little details of how to get you to the beach. I wanted to nix Frankie 'cause I thought you'd know what was happening, but she was determined to keep him. Things like that," he paused, turning me around. That smartass smirk was on his face again. "Not that you care or anything."

"I don't. I was just wondering."

"You know you want to go talk to her," he repeated.

I looked to the floor. No. I didn't. "We're mad at her. I don't want to see her."

"Hey," he took my chin, making me look up and face him. "Not we. I'm not holding you back, okay? She wasn't my best-friend. I want whatever you want. You aren't staying mad for me."

I nodded. I think I've known that for awhile. "I'm staying mad for me."

"Don't lie to me," he ordered. "We're engaged now. No more lying."

Now that he could play the engaged card on me I was in trouble. It was basically an excuse for everything.

I looked down. His annoying talent of knowing when I was lying or what I wanted had gotten better since the last time I'd seen him. He might have even been beating me at it.

"I'm too disappointed to forgive her."

"But you're too forgiving to not give her a chance," he reminded me.

No. Why was he doing this, I didn't want to talk to her. I sighed.

"Packing. In the hotel. 421."

Shit. No, Miley. Block him out, don't listen to the details, she hurt you. "Cool story, bro."

He rose his eyebrows. "Miley."

"What? I don't wanna see her. Why can't you trust me?"

"Miley."

"No."

"Miley."

"No, Nick!"

"Miley."

"Stop it!"

"Miley."

I stood up, going over to him and pushing him but he just held me in place. I looked up at him, smiling, not able to be mad, instead holding back a laugh. "Stop it."

"Miley. No. Miley. Go. Miley-"

"If you rhyme I swear to God-"

"Is a hoe."

I slapped him. "Asshole!"

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me before I could do anything. "You know I'm kidding, Princess. But, I'm not when I say you should go talk to her."

"Why?"

"Because you want to forgive her," he smirked. "And there's no point in arguing, because I'm positive I'm right."

"Not enough," I shrugged, walking out of the room.

"Wait," he called after me. "There is one more reason."

I turned, raising an eyebrow expectantly. "Yes, Nicholas?"

"Well, we have the weekend off, but her plane leaves in two hours. The deal was whenever she leaves, we all leave-"

"What idiot would make that deal?" I growled, already getting my coat. "You are not leaving yet. I have so much more in store for you."

I ran out of the room, not letting him reply before bolting out of the doors. We were done shooting for the day, but Nick and I had stayed there for the simple fact that we both didn't feel like moving.

I went to the hotel, not hesitating to run to the elevator. Now this was Nick we were talking about, not Demi, and I hadn't seen him in so long, not to mention now I was engaged. It couldn't get better. Meaning he was not leaving yet. Not if I could help it.

I pounded the button about eighty times before the elevator came down, rushing the other people out as I got in. Floor 4. Floor 4. Floor 4. I pressed it again and again, convinced it would make me get up there faster.

Her room wasn't that far down the hallway and I started knocking repeatedly. Her face when she answered was priceless. Seeing me so urgent just to talk to her.

"Miley? Hey, I thought you'd be with-"

"Dem, we're ready!" I heard Joe yell in the background as he came out with Frankie. He looked between the two of us before smiling at me. "Hey, Miley. Heard you almost gave Nick a heart attack last night."

"She almost said no," Frankie told him.

Joe laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, I heard all about it from Nick. You scared him pretty good."

"I wasn't sure I was ready to commit to something like that," I shrugged it off, my hand going on my neck at how awkward this was.

"And how are you so sure now?"

I bit my lip. "Because it's Nick Jonas, c'mon now."

"Miley," Joe sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Let me just set this straight. If you're just with him for the money-"

I widened my eyes, deciding to go along with his joke. "How did you know? Who told you?"

He shook his head sadly. "I saw you in that box coming off the highway the other day."

"You guys are stupid," Frankie rolled his eyes. "Guys, c'mon! We're gonna be late."

Aw, shit. That meant their plane was leaving soon.

"Wait, I'm actually here to talk to Demi."

"Um," Demi looked around at Joe, trying to figure out what to do, what to say. "Okay, you guys go ahead."

"Dem, remember-"

"I know, I'll catch up. I swear I'll be there," she promised.

They nodded, both of them walking out before Demi let me in. We stared at each other for awhile, both starting at the same time.

"I-"

"I-"

"You first," Demi smiled a little.

"I'm not here for some deep speech. I just wanted to say thank you. And I forgive you."

She furrowed her eyebrows, tilting her head to the side. "What?"

"Well, I mean, you helped Nick."

"It was nothing," she shrugged.

I shook my head. "It was everything. It was so perfect. Thank you."

"Anytime," she smiled, turning around, taking a few steps and grabbing her bag. "And thanks for forgiving me, Mi. I really am sorry."

I smiled, hugging her. "I know you are."

"I gotta get going," she motioned to the elevator that Joe and Frankie went down.

"Aren't you gonna cancel?" I asked.

Demi shook her head. No, she didn't understand, she had to cancel her flight. "I can't."

"I don't want you to go," I tried.

She looked at me, tilting her head to the side and softly laughing. "It's just for a coffee run, Mi. I promise, we can catch up later. I've owed this to Joe for weeks."

"What?" I looked down the hallway confused as she began walking and shook my head when I saw Nick laughing a little at the end of the hall.

"You liar!" I yelled, running to him as he caught me in his arms when I threw myself into him.

"It's not my fault you're so damn stubborn," he laughed, watching my expressions change until I decided to be mad at him.

"You made me look like an idiot. Asshole!"

Demi smiled, shaking her head. "I don't want to know what he told you."

"Have fun on your coffee run," I turned to her. "Me and Nicky are gonna work some things out."

I looked back down at him as he still had that smirk on the tip of his lips. Oh, no. When I got done with him tonight, I'd be th one wearing that smirk.

Nick.
I smiled as Miley shut the door, turning to face me again. She kept a straight face, walking over to me, slowly and painfully circling me around twice before standing in front of me. She was like a complete different person than she was two seconds ago in the hall.

"You've been a bad boy, Nicholas," she said in a low voice. She leaned in to whisper the last part in my ear. "And you know what we do with bad boys, right?"

I didn't, but I wouldn't mind finding out if she was offering. I was paralyzed, my throat clamping up. I couldn't do anything to answer, but she seemed to be quite okay with that.

"We punish them," her husky voice tickled my ears.

"H-How?" I managed to get out.

She pulled back, a smirk on her lips. She knew she had control in this department.

She went over to the door, twisting the lock and putting the deadbolt in. She began circling me again before she stopped, grabbing the hem of my shirt and tugging it.

"Off."

"What?"

"You heard me. This needs to come off."

I nodded, stumbling as I pulled it off, throwing it somewhere.

"Much better," she smiled innocently, tracing any muscle that wasn't covered by the white wife beater that was still on. "Do you know how bad you've been?"

Her voice was so angelic all the sudden. More than normal, I swear. It was like a song and I couldn't make up any words. I just shook my head.

"First you let me think you forgot about me twenty-one hours of our anniversary," she shook her head. "Then, you surprised me with some huge proposal without even dropping hints." Another shake of the head as she got closer. "Then you lied to me."

Her lips brushed mine as she spoke before she pulled away again, leading me to her bed. I followed what she wanted me to do, lying down on the bed. She sat, straddling me, her legs wrapped around me.

"This," she grabbed the only thing that was covering my chest. "Let's get rid of it."

I smiled, ripping it off, not hesitating a bit.

Miley looked me up and down for a few seconds before she stroked my cheek, looking into my eyes. She ran her hand through my mess of curls before going down and kissing right above the top of my pants softly.

"Do you know how turned on you make me?" she asked.

She went back, leaving a trail of kisses going up my torso. "So turned on," she murmured once she hit mid-chest. She continued. Oh, God. God, I couldn't wait 'til we got married.

"Miley," I was calling out her name already, placing my hand on her butt.

She reached my neck, getting slower but more into each kiss.

"Miley," I murmured again, closing my eyes. The sound of her name coming out of my mouth... The only thing that sounded more perfect was my name coming out of hers. "You're perfect," I told her. "You're so perfect."

I flipped her over and knew I took her by surprise by the way her eyes widened. I was on top of her now and she looked up at me expectantly.

"This is getting in the way," I grabbed her shirt, taking it off for her. She smirked when she had the skin tight camisole on under it. I traced the outside, up to her breasts then back down before slowly taking that off too.

"What are you punishing me for?" she asked.

I leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips for awhile before pulling away. "Everything."

"This could be a rough punishment then, huh?"

"Rough and long," I confirmed, going down to kiss her neck.

She leaned her head back, grabbing a knot of my hair. We were gonna be doomed when it came to the real thing.

I lightly began to suck and Miley was quick to react to that, pulling my head.

"I'm shooting a movie, remember? Not where people can see," she looked at her boob.

I looked down embarrassed, nodding before going to her cheek. She pushed me up a little. "Nick, not where anyone can see. I mean, here is fine. Or here. Or here. Or, I mean, if you want, here is fine too."

I followed her fingers as she pointed to the various areas before both her finger and my eyes settled on the same place. Damn, did she grow up since the last time I saw this much of her.

"A-Are you sure you're okay with this?" I asked her, trailing my eyes up to look into hers momentarily.

"Shit, if you don't get down there I will force you," she pleaded.

I smirked. I had Miley Cyrus begging for me.

I slowly bent down, getting closer and closer until my lips where right where they supposed to be. Until I could gently bite, scrape, suck her breast as much as I wanted to.

She closed her eyes, running her hands all over my body, tracing my muscles multiple times.

"Fuck, I love you," I heard. "Fuck, Nick. Fuck, I love you."

I pulled away, that lovesick grin on my face as she sat there frozen. I went down to her pants, unbuttoning them, but as if she could read my mind she grabbed my wrist, holding up my hand. Damn it.

"You aren't breaking your promise. Especially when we're so close to being married. Especially for me."

"But Miley, Kevin did it before he got married," I whined. I wanted this so bad. My lower area wanted this even more. "I'm sure Joe's already done it too."

"You're keeping your promise, Nick," Miley lectured.

I rolled off of her, leaning on my side and just staring at her. I couldn't believe she was actually going to make us wait.

"Are you still a virgin?" I asked.

Her head shot up to me confused. "What?"

"We've talked about how I am, but we never really talked about you."

"Just because I don't have a promise ring doesn't mean I didn't keep my promise to you," she whispered. "I promised you when we were thirteen that I'd wait for you. That's the most important promise I'll ever make."

"So that's a yes?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, that's a yes."

"Really? You didn't with Justin or Liam?"

"You thought I did?"

I shrugged. "You confused me back then. I didn't know what to think."

She shook her head, pulling me closer and kissing me again. God, did I love this position.

When we pulled away, she looked right into my eyes, those blue ones piercing mine, still having the exact same effect they did five years ago.

"I will always wait for you." She scooted closer. "Always, Baby."

Always... There wasn't a word that got more reassuring than that. I looked down at the angel in my arms and knew that things were exactly how they were supposed to be. We made it. We made it in a world that wasn't right for us.

This girl in my arms, it wouldn't feel right with anyone else there... And trust me, I've tried. Miley and Nick, Nick and Miley, it didn't fit together if you changed the name. At least not with us it didn't.

Each and every day it was getting harder and harder to explain these memories, because those little things, the smallest details were what made me feel the way do. The details that I probably couldn't list off successfully if I tried. But it didn't matter, because I didn't need to explain it to her or anyone. I was the happiest man alive.

The storm came to an end. I kissed Miley's forehead lightly... The storm finally came to an end.

so, i didn't really plan for this to be the last chapter. it became the last chapter about twenty minutes ago when i finished writing it... sad to see it end :/

sorry for the wait in updates! i have... yeah, i didn't study for finals so i don't really have an excuse. keepin the 5.0 grade point average, baby ;) im tryin to search for a valid excuse for not updating this in over a month, but unless you count swim practice there isn't one :P hope you liked this... tell me what you thought! it's the last chapter you'll ever have to review of this story :]

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