Publicity

9

Nick's POV

To hell with her, I was just trying to help for fuck's sake. That guy obviously just wanted to get into her pants, but what can I say? She's so stubborn, I swear.

I need to call Cory and tell him the deal's off, I cant handle her anymore, I don't care about her problematic ass, I can sell my album on my own without her or all this publicity stunt.

I only have one problem right now.

I have no idea how the hell am I supposed to get home.

I walked out of her house with only my phone and I walked for blocks without realising it because I was mad as hell, when I stopped in my tracks I didn't even know where I was, I tried to call Olivia but she was busy. I wanted to call Cory but he's going to tell me to go back to her house. I wanted to call my bodyguard but he's having a day off with his family and even though I'm allowed to call him anytime for emergencies I chose not to. So I called someone I haven't for a while.

"Hello?!" I heard him yell, he was in some place loud, like a club or something "One second, let me get out..."

"Hello?"

"One sec, hold on," He continued "Nick? You still there?"

"Yeah I'm still here. Hi...Joe," Yes, my brother Joe.

"Why are you calling me?"

I should probably explain, I know its been like two years since I broke up the band with my brothers, and ever since then I started feeling very awkward and distance myself from them, for one thing my dad wasn't really happy about it and even though Joe kept saying he's happy for my solo career he still give me this weird vibe when I hang out with him.

"I uh, I need your help. I hope you're not busy,"

"Not at all," I know he lied, that's the thing with Joe, he's got a hell of a big heart and even though he'll never turn you down when you need help you'd feel guilty because he'd put you first before anyone else, especially when you're not sure you're in good terms with him or not. That's also the case with nice people everywhere, you'd get scared once in a while that you're asking too much from them.

"What do you need, bro?"

"Well, um, I need you to pick me up, I'm really sorry, I can't ask anyone else."

"Hey, it's cool. Sit tight, where are you?"

I look up to the street sign above me and gave him directions, I didn't mention Miley because I didn't want him to ask me questions, especially since I'm going to cut the deal off.

Thankfully, Joe arrived in about 15 minutes. I didn't want to stand there any longer since a few people had spotted me and I didn't want them telling the media about it and sending a bunch of photographers to take pictures of me and make headlines of how Miley had kicked me out. That's honestly the last thing I need.

Joe's Range Rover pulled up to the curb in front of me and I climbed in instantly.

"Hey," He said with a smile as I slammed the door shut, he was blasting Trap Queen through the stereo and I returned it with a grateful smile.

"So sorry I had to make you drive all the way here," I said.

"It's cool," He said, turning the volume down and stepped on the pedal "What are you doing here?"

I sort of shrugged "It's a long story," I said, I didn't want to tell him about Miley.

"You're in a strange mood," He pointed out "I assume your whole fling with Miley is true, then?"