Publicity

15

Nick's POV

"Great rehearsal today, Man." My drummer, Ced told me as he headed off to the other direction to his own hotel room.

"Thanks, Man. See you tomorrow." I said to him politely as I gave him a friendly pat on the back.

He smiled and kind of waved and entering his room that was a few doors down. I went into my own room exhaling a long sigh and in need of a long rest for tomorrow's show.

It's been about two weeks since the tour started and even though it's tiring it's great to be back on the road. We're playing Toronto tomorrow night before we head off to Philadelphia and then New York and I could probably see Olivia there. I couldn't wait.

I turned on a light in my room and took a shower and it cooled me off, I felt like going to sleep immediately, I was so full from dinner with my band and some crews I could easily pass out.

I threw a towel around me and collapsed into the bed; my wet hair soaking the pillow and leaving water stains. I was really tired that I felt like I should get up and dry my hair or put the towel away but did neither and just closed my eyes and started to fall asleep.

I awoke after what felt like two minutes for me when I heard knocking on my door. I wanted to ignore it and hope the person goes away and go back to sleep, but the knocking wont stop and I finally had to get it.

"I'm coming," I grunted as I dragged myself across the room and opened the door. My first guess was probably a band mate or a crew guy who wanted to hang out, but turns out it was far from anything I imagined.

"Oh, fuck." I said at her sight.

"Surprise!" Miley exclaimed softly before jumping into my arms and suffocating me.

"Oh my God, what are you--"

"I missed you so much," She said, twirling us around into my room and kicked the door closed.

I jumped away from her and stared her in disbelief. "What are you doing here?" I asked instantly, feeling not so sleepy anymore. I actually felt like I've died and went to hell "And what are you saying?!"

She rolled her eyes and stripped off her olive-green coat. "Relax, that was an act." She said.

"What?!"

The door burst open and Cory rushed inside with a phone in his hand, glancing from the screen to me. "Hey, dude." He said "Can we try that again? I didn't caught Nick's face."

"What?!" I asked again, looking at the both of them.

"I'm recording Miley visiting your hotel room." He explained, finally. "And I'll anonymously leak it to the internet, what do you think?"

"You brought Miley all the way here just to record a video for a stunt?!" I exclaimed in disbelief and Cory looked at me as if I was stupid.

"No, genius. That recording wont even matter this week. We've got enough publicity on little miss mess-up here. Or should I say bad publicity?"

I turned to Miley who kind of smirked proudly like she's just killed a dangerous man who escaped from jail; She's proud for doing something bad.

"W-what happened?"

"He seriously lives under a rock," Miley said to him like I wasn't even there, and he looked at her in annoyance.

"While you were gone your girlfriend here decided to throw a wild party and it was so outrages that people who came documented it with their magical smartphones, exposed it to the world, and Tish got so mad that she shipped her daughter here for you to watch."