Closer || (n.j.)

Chapter One

Chapter One--
"I'm so excited to go with you and your brothers on tour babe." I tell my boyfriend, Nick Jonas, from across the table.

"Me too baby." He smiles and takes a drink from his glass of wine, looking at the bill for our dinner date. He puts the money on the table and we make our way out to Nick's SUV. We walk, hand in hand, to the all black vehicle. He opens my door for me and shuts it behind.

"So, we'll go home and pack then?" Nick asks, starting the car to life. I nod and we drive to our house.

See, Nick and I met at one of his concerts. He was performing with his brothers and my friend wanted to go, and I was the only one who'd go with her. She was in love with Joe and obsessed over him the whole time. Myself on the other hand, kept my gaze on Nick almost the whole concert. I wasn't obsessed with the Jonas Brothers at all, even though I liked their music, but seeing Nick up close just gave me a whole new perspective. That night, he wrote his phone number on a cd of theirs that I had them all sign. He was the last to sign, so no one noticed it. Kristen was too into the whole concept that we were there to even worry about me. So after I got home, I had texted Nick and we started talking. That was when I was 17 and just getting out of high school. I am now 20 and have been living with my famous boyfriend for almost two years now. He's a year older then me and we actually have a lot in common. When we started to become friends, him and I clicked instantly.

"I bet Elvis is just dying to see us." Nick comments, pulling into the driveway of our house. It was a nice brick house that had lots of space. It was like a mini mansion. I give a small laugh and we get out of the car, making our way to the front door. Nick fumbles with the house key and I just gaze in amusement.

"Baby, you always have trouble with that. Here, let me help." I snicker, taking the keys from his hands. He blushes a little and steps back. I quick unlock the door, only to be greeted by an excited golden retriever. Nick got his dog, Elvis, when he was 16, and has had him ever since. When I moved in, Elvis loved me right away. I always joke with Nick and say that he likes me better.

"Outside!" Nick commands, motioning for Elvis to follow him to the patio door that leads to the big backyard. Elvis follows quickly, trotting behind Nick, his long tongue hanging out of his mouth. He looked like the happiest dog in the world right now. I watch them play outside from behind the glass door. Nick runs around as Elvis chased him, knocking him down eventually. I giggle in amusement and walk to the bedroom that Nick and I share. I grab my bright pink suitcase from my walk in closet, rolling it over to my dresser and starting to get clothes. Nick had told me we'd be gone for precisely a month, so I should pack quite a bit. Of course I was going to be seen with him with everywhere we went, so I had to make sure all my outfits were perfect. I had adjusted to the whole public part of having this life pretty quickly. Not that I was really an attention hog, but it didn't bother me. I could get up in front of class in school, be in school plays, perform in the talent show, all of that. Nick has constantly told me that I should come on stage with them sometime, but I always refuse. I have a terrible singing voice, and I'm not afraid to admit it or hear it from others. Singing was never exactly my strong suit.

"That dog sure missed me." Nick comes in the room, out of breath.

"I'm sure he did. Just as much as he missed me." I sarcastically say. Just then, Elvis comes sauntering in, his tongue hanging out of his mouth once more.

"Come here baby." I coo to the dog. Elvis comes and licks my face in greeting, then I scratch him behind the ears.

"Come here boy." Nick says to him, but Elvis doesn't move an inch. I roll my eyes and look over to my boyfriend, still petting our dog.

"He sure missed you, huh?" I laugh, releasing Elvis from my grasp. I continue to pack, neatly folding some shirts and pants. Nick got his suitcase and stared packing very nicely, actually. I always figured that guys never really cared about what they packed. Or if anything ever really matched. But I suppose, having your life be public every time you go out, you'd need to look good. Otherwise if you don't, trash is talked about you. Nick said he'd had that experience one time, coming off a plane. He said he had looked like he hadn't slept in days and his clothes were dirty because he hadn't showered in like two days. When he told me that story, I couldn't stop laughing for a good fifteen minutes.

"We leave this house tomorrow morning at 4:30." Nick says to me when we're both finished packing our bags.

"Okay, we should probably go to bed early then. Is Kevin bringing Dani?" Danielle, aka Dani, was Nick's brother Kevin's wife. They were so adorable together and I was secretly hoping that Nick and I could have that someday.

"Maybe? I'm not really sure. We fly out of here at 6:30 AM, and should land in New Jersey to meet up with everyone. Then we'll be off to New York from there. And so on." Whenever Nick had concerts or some schedule he tries to memorize, he repeats it to me at least four times before it actually goes into play. I find it funny.

"Okay. I'll be ready." I give him a kiss on the cheek and stride into the bathroom connected to our bedroom, yearning to take a nice long shower. I undress and turn on the shower to a reasonably warm temperature, and hop in. When I'm finished, I dry my body off, put on one of Nick's shirts and a pair of pajama shorts, then wrap my hair in a towel at the top of my head. Nick still doesn't get why women do that, even though I explain it to him every single time I shower.

When I walk into the bedroom, Nick isn't there. I make my way to our massive living room, my bare feet padding against the dark wood floor. Our house is Texan style, considering we live in Dallas Texas, so all the wood is very dark and there are a lot of chandeliers. I see Nick sitting on the couch from behind, and Elvis is on his lap. It's funny because he thinks he's a lap dog and insists on climbing on top of us 24/7. I smile and walk into the kitchen, starting to load and unload the dishwasher. As I'm putting glasses away, I drop one in the sink and it shatters, leaving shards of glass on the counter as well.

"Sh*t." I mutter to myself, starting to carefully pick up the pieces and throw them in the trash. I hear Elvis' nails hit the hardwood floor and he's walking in this direction.

"Mar, you okay?" Nick comes in, looking concerned as to what the crashing noise was.

"I'm fine honey." I say to him, proceeding the throw the broken glass in the trash.

"Just dropped a glass is all. But God knows that we have a million others." I make a joke of it and lean on the marble counter, putting a hand on my hip.

"As long as you're okay." Nick comes over and plants a soft kiss on my forehead. Elvis licks my hand throughly and then trots into the other room.

"I'm okay as long as I'm with you baby." I smile before putting my hand on his chest and reaching up to give him a deep kiss on the lips. He pulls away first, looking at his watch on his wrist. It read 11:30 PM.

"Bed?" He asked, his hands on my waist. I look back to the dishwasher that's only halfway unloaded.

"Mar, babe, you always do this." He groans, throwing his head back.

"What?" I laugh, pushing hair behind my ear. His gaze meets mine once again and I get butterflies in my stomach. Just like always.

"You always clean late at night. Then you get in that zone and don't go to bed until four in the morning."

"That's cause we're out all day Mr. Pop Star!" I joke, taking my hair out of the towel it's been in for a little while now.

"Well, I'm sorry that my career interferes with your cleaning habits darling." He sarcastically says, smiling like a goofball.

"Just let me finish the dishes? You know I cannot stand to leave the house dirty like this." I plead, looking around the kitchen. It actually wasn't that bad, just the dishes. I was definitely a neat freak. And Nick was very aware of that.

"Fine. I'll be in bed." He kisses my jaw quick and then leaves me to the dishes.

I finish those up in about twenty minutes, seeing that it's now midnight. I had to be up in about three hours. I walked to my bedroom, my towel in hand. My hair was reasonably dry and I would just let it dry overnight. Usually I wouldn't do that, but I was beat. I hung my towel on the rack in the bathroom before entering the bedroom. Nick was laying on his side of the bed, already fast asleep. I smiled at his peacefully sleeping figure, climbing in bed next to him. I quickly put my hair up in a messy bun, then lay down so my back is against his back. As I close my eyes, I feel Nick roll over and wrap his arms around me protectively. This would definitely never get old.