Last Night | Nick Jonas x Kendall Jenner {COMPLETED}

F o u r t y - T w o

I'm running out of songs to put in situations like this, but I hope you like 'Story Of My Life' by 1D!

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And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The ground beneath my feet is open wide
The way that I've been holding on too tight
With nothing in between

Story Of My Life - One Direction

Nick Jonas's mind

(8:18 AM Monday)

"Babe?" I repeated, looking at Kendall's panicked expression. "Are you OK? Is there something I should know or... Something you wanna tell me...?" I asked again. Kendall gulped and nodded. She started to quickly rant; "Khloe, you know, my sister, kind of... I thought she wouldn't— but she told everyone about us and—"

"Calm down, baby, what's wrong with that?" I said, smiling as I pulled her in an embrace. Kendall looked relieved, but she pressed her lips into a thin smile. "That's— there's— no, there's nothing wrong with that, but— But I just—" She dug her head into my chest. "I don't know if I'm ready, and I've been meaning to tell you—"

Ring ring! Ooh, baby, I love your way! Everyday! Ooh, baby, I—

Kendall looked at me. "Cute ringtone." I rolled my eyes. "Thanks. I bet yours is even more embarrassing than mine. Let me just get that for a minute," I said, pulling away from her. I picked up and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey, who's this?" I said, walking away from Kendall. 

"Does it say 'unknown' number?" said the person from the other end. I let out a nervous, unsure, laugh. "Uhh, yeah, it does, so if you don't mind, I kinda want the name, I don't like creepy people just calling me like this—"

"Oh! Oh, really, really, sorry, man," the guy said. I cleared my throat and nodded, hoping the guy wasn't some creepy stalker. "The name's Tom. Thomas Burkin."

I twitched my eyebrow. "Not familiar with you, dunno why you would think your number would be on my phone—"

"Oh, shit, yeah! About that, I'm your landlord," he said, making me pretend to jump. "Oh, yeah! You... what d'you— what d'you want?" I said, chuckling to myself. 

"Well, you see, your home is what I'm trying to concern you about, Nick," Tom said. "We're taking it back, so... I'm sorry, by the way, I've tried everything but the house is going to be the property of the state. Mikel Bruman, our residence ex-agent, accidentally forgot to lend me his papers when his house burned down— he's got the copies of the papers, and we, somehow, couldn't get in contact with him ever since he moved out of the state—"

"You know you're not supposed to actually tell me this, right?" I said in a 'seriously' tone. 

"What?" The man sounded confused. "Who else am I supposed to tell this to? It's your home, Mr. Jonas, your residence you're losing, and if I'm not supposed to tell you—"

"Well, guess what, Mr. Burkin, I'm currently getting ready to head down for my girlfriend's sister's house, so why don't you shut up and try to contact my management team?!" I snapped at him, furrowing my eyebrows down the bridge of my nose so low. 

"Language, Mr. Jonas, you are losing your home, do you not show any perseverance in trying to bargain back the remaining—"

"Listen to me, Mr. Burkin," I interrupted in a low dangerous voice, trying to keep myself calm. "Why don't you call my manager? Phil Macyntre. I'll give you his phone number, and maybe you and he can sit down at some coffee shop straightening out these shitty problems?"