Publicity

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Miley's POV

After Nick had dropped me home I couldn't stay in there and bore myself to death, I was supposed to wait for Patrick but then I decided to just come visit him and surprise him, and also I'm so sick of being cooped up in that house.

I made it to his apartment without anyone noticing and I told him that we couldn't stay at his place and hang out because I don't want Nick coming home earlier than expected and found me not in the house.

Patrick wasn't too happy with the idea, he hasn't been happy with any ideas involving Nick, actually. That's why I distance myself from Nick in front of the paparazzi, I don't want to hurt Patrick's feeling again, he's already had enough of this relationship without having to see pictures of me and Nick touching. I know it's like my duty to convince everyone that I'm so happy with Nick and I'm dating him but ever since Patrick told me all those things about feeling upset and angry I thought I had to minimize things.

Patrick understandingly agreed and we got back to my house, I was planning on making it up to him for having to bring Nick up all the time and earlier today where he had to interrupt us. I think he did it on purpose because he obviously hates Patrick and is so jealous of him he couldn't stand the idea of us having sex. What? Is he expecting us to have sex too? He needs to understand that he and Patrick are not even in the same level.

He is fake, Patrick is real.

"Nick won't be back for two hours," I said carefully as me and Patrick stood on the front porch waiting for me to open the door "Babe, come on. I promise to make it up to you," I said.

"I know you did, I'm just...so pissed at him right now, God." He muttered.

I cupped his face and kissed him apologetically "Don't worry so much, okay? Patrick, he is no one. And he wont come between us just because of some public relationship, I assure you that he's just some work partner of mine. Think of it that way, alright?"

"Babe, I trust you." He said "I just don't think I trust him. I mean, just this morning he wouldn't leave when you told him we were having sex. Face it, he doesn't want me to be around you and there could only be one reason why."

I sighed "He's just doing his job."

"Yeah, I know.  But I feel these things, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. But come on, he's not here right now so we can relax and you don't have to worry about him."

He finally managed a small smile and nodded, I swung his hand playfully as I pushed open the door and let us in. Patrick was already grabbing my hips and kissing my neck from behind eagerly as we walked into the house.

I let out an airy giggle as I led him to my bedroom, I stopped in my tracks when I saw a figure in the kitchen, his back was turn towards us and his shoulders was slumped down and his head held down. I saw him threw his head back as he chugged down a whiskey glass.

"Nick?" I called, at the same time Patrick sighed in exasperation.

He didn't reply and I knew things weren't okay. I removed Patrick's hand from me and walked over to him, circling around the counter so I could face him. "Why are you back so early?" I asked.

He was staring at the bottom of his glass in despair before his eyes slowly trailed up darkly to meet my gaze. "Olivia broke up with me." He blurted out and I gaped at him.

"What?" I whispered.

He removed his gaze and swirled his glass "I felt like it was long overdue anyway." He muttered.

I stammered "Are you okay?"

He didn't reply and just sighed before reaching over to a liquor bottle and pouring more into his empty glass. This is so fucking depressing.