Welcome To New York #Wattys2016 (Book 1)

Chapter 19: "Came back to each other

A few hours have passed, making me wake up at almost 10 that morning. Nick was already up, by the way, I looked at his side of the bed completely made. I then go to the bathroom to pee and shower before heading downstairs to see what my love was up to.

"Hey, Beautiful." He says with a smile as he drinks his Cold Brew. Him and his cold brew man. I remember being 17 and him always putting on Snapchat at one point all the cold brew he could drink. Me, I'm more of a chocolatey chip frappé without the whipped cream type of girl. I look at him and just roll my eyes when I see this image. Not just because it reminds me of how in love he is with the drink but it also reminds me of when his ambassadors were trying to figure out our fan name for Nick fans only; you know since Jonatics and Team Jonas was for The Jonas Brothers.

"Hey," I say as I saw a chocolatey chip frappé and just quickly rushed over to it and started sucking on the straw. "Aw man," I say with a smile. "How I missed that taste." Nick smiles and asks me "So any plans today babe?" I shook my head and asked, "Why, what'd you have in mind?"

"I was thinking we have a little date day today." He says with a toothy grin.

"A date day?" I asked wondering what he has in store for this day and I raised my eyebrow.

"Yeah like you get to know who I am and I get to know who you are." He says with a smile.

"I think I already know everything about you," I say with a smile. "But it doesn't mean you can't learn a thing or two about me," I say while wrapping my arms around his waist.

"I thought that was implied." He tells me spinning me around and smacking our lips together.

"How did we end up like this?" I asked while hugging him with my head on his chest. As he kisses the top of my head he then speaks "Well" he says thinking. "We were forbidden to see each other and that made you move to New York again." He says kissing my head again.

"I wouldn't say we were forbidden," I say to him trying to defend my father and his decision.

"Oh please." Nick snickers at my comment as he retorts. "We were practically treated like children." He says with a sarcastic tone. "Classic Romeo & Juliet moment if I might add." He then says clearly still very upset at the situation as he sips his coffee.

The fact of him referring to a Shakespeare play with me leaving home is quite bizarre, to say the least, but it was very Nick like of him if I might say. "Nick, can we stop dwelling on the past?" I ask him trying to get him to change the subject.

"Fine." He says holding my hand. "I'm sorry."

I sigh and nod. "So, how would we be able to get to know each other considering I already know EVERYTHING about you?" I ask suspiciously.

"I thought we'd take a stroll down Central Park and just have ourselves a little picnic." He then says with a toothy smile. I wonder how that's a whole date day, but it beats being in the apartment all day trying to find something to do.

"Sounds like fun," I say as I smile. "Why don't we go to McDonald's for breakfast and then we can come back and shower and then we go?" I tell him as he nods. "Let me just check my sugar and we can leave." He says kissing my lips once more before going into another room.

I quickly grab my crutches from the closet where Nick put them early that morning. I then sigh and go sit down waiting for him to be done with his business.

"Babe, you ready?" I ask calling him.

"Yeah hang on." He says coming down the stairs.

"Oh wow, you're speedy Gonzalez aren't you?" He asks me as I nod and smile.

"Yup, now let's go I'm hungry," I say to him still smiling.

"Okay, okay, Sheesh."

I laugh as we get into his truck and he starts driving us to the nearest McDonalds where we get off and he tells me to get a booth.

After a while, he comes back with a whole bunch of food; which consisted of 2 grand breakfasts filled with eggs, sausage, pancakes, and hash brown for mine. For his, he got the same thing but threw some bacon on it if you know what I mean. He also got me another coffee which was a mocha frappé with no whipped cream and a sausage biscuit.

"Damn," I tell him. "The book was right, your favorite fast food restaurant is McDonald's," I say with a huge smile. He just looks at me weirdly while he sits and asks me "Are we really playing this game?" Me, of course, being me I nod. I love a challenge.

"Okay, smarty pants." He tells me. "Let me know EVERYTHING you know about me," I smirk as I nod. He wanted to really do this, honestly, he had no idea what I was capable of. Me and my Jonas Powers.

I smirk as I start listing the things I knew about him. The good, the bad, even the things he didn't know about himself.

"I know that you were born at 3:39 am in Mercy hospital in the city of Dallas Texas on the last week of September 16th of 1992 which was the third week of September.

"Wrong, the 16th is always in the second week of September" He quickly defends. Luckily for me; you know being a Jonas Fan and all, you never know when you're going to need proof.

"Here," I say pulling out my phone to him so he could see the actual date.

"Um, okay, that's a little creepy." He says to me

"What," I asked while sipping on my mocha frappé. "The fact that I would know the exact weekday and time you were born or the fact that I have it on my phone as a snapshot?"

"Both." He says with a creepy look on his face. Nice one Aby, you got him right where you want him.

"Okay, besides that," he says clearing his throat "What else do you know about me, besides the usual obviously."

"And, what would be the usual?" I ask with an eyebrow raised.

"Well, the fact that I have diabetes for one thing." He says quite quickly.

"Can I reference the song?" I ask.

"Yes, that you can reference." He says.

"Okay, you wrote it when you were experiencing an off day with your sugar on the set of Camp Rock one day, " I say with a smile after talking about my anthem.

"Do you have that day of the week on your phone as well?" He asks suspiciously.

"No, what do you think I am a stalker? Well, I'm not." I say quickly defending myself.

"Sure Princess." He says sarcastically making me blush.

"Okay, so tell me something you know about me," I say trying to give him a turn. It didn't seem right that I've been a fan for over 10 years and practically know everything about him to keep going.

"Well, for one thing," he says while drinking his coffee. "Your Dad is very overly protective." He says again as he continues.

"Well, that's every father," I say still defending my dad. "Isn't Kevin overly protective with his girls?" I asked crossing my arms and sneeze. Funny thing about me, when I'm full it feels like I have to sneeze in order to not feel full anymore.

"Bless you," Nick says looking in my direction as I still have my arms folded still because of the conversation that we are having. "And yes he is," he tells me. "But there's a limit when your daughter is 19-20 years old." He says quickly defending himself.

"Can you just move on to something else?" I ask as I see him get up and leave money on the table. He then grabs my hand and leaves the McDonalds to go back home.

"Okay," he says with a smile as we get back into his truck. "You're very persistent when you want to get something done." He says satisfied with his answer. I smile at him and nod, letting him know I'm satisfied with his answer as well.

"Okay, what else?" I ask.

"Well, you have Cerebral Palsy and you hate when you let people down because it feels like you're letting yourself down." He says with a smile.

I nod letting him have his victory. Although there still are things he doesn't know about me."There are a few other things you're forgetting but since it's about me I guess I'll tell you." I say with a smile.

"I have hydrocephalus," I tell him. "It's when your head starts to fill up with water and you start getting these really bad headaches and sleep a lot," I say explaining the condition people aren't able to see. The only thing is with me, I don't usually show symptoms other than sleeping or having really bad headaches.

"6 years ago in 2013 though, the one on the fourth ventricle malfunctioned for the first time in 14 years. They did the ETV and luckily for me, I'm all better now but it was still a little rough at the time." I say thinking back at those 6 years. It was one of the scariest things I've ever experienced mostly because it had never been touched.

"Anything else?" Nick asks me as I sigh. There was something else. I had 15 surgeries as some of them were for the hydrocephalus but others were for my legs also. The bleak ones I remember are my 13th-15th surgeries.

"We're home," Nick says as he opens my door letting me out of his truck.

As we enter the house, I sit on the sofa flipping through the channels on TV as I wait for Nick to shower. There was nothing to watch at this time, so I eventually just went upstairs to the bedroom and just started writing.

"Hey Abs, speaking of your family." He says as he gets out moments later. "Have you talked to them recently? They might be really worried and are going to press charges on me for kidnapping you." He says chuckling as he dries his hair.

"Not since I turned off my phone which is still off," I add as I continue to write.

"Maybe you should call them you know just to let them know you're okay." He says quite worriedly.

"I'll call them later," I say with a smile. "I'm busy writing."

"Please do it now," he asks me while putting his shirt on.

"Nick, I don't want to deal with it now. Please, can't it wait until after we come back from Central Park?" I ask him.

He sighs. I know he doesn't like to hear that because believe me neither did my Dad but I didn't want to deal with them right now. I know I'm going to get a lecture from my father, but anyways I really don't care and I just want to be able to spend time with him. Not doing the nasty.

"Come on then, are you ready to go?" He asks me taking my hand as I nod. We then get back into the truck and go to the park. When we are there I have to use my crutches which means I will never get the chance of holding his hand while we walk and talk. Or not even talk because I will get out of breath so easily that I would have that little stuttering problem where I will take breaths in between my sentences.

"You good?" he asks me when we're almost at the spot to have our little Picnic. It's so cute, how now he tries his best to fix things with me. Yes, there is still a sexual relationship but it's better this way where I know he at least wants to try to become boyfriend and girlfriend.

"Okay, I think here's good." He says bringing out the blanket and basket.

"Are you stopping because of me?" I ask. I curse the day God gave me this sometimes.
"You look tired of walking." He says with a smile. "Is that bad?"

"No," I say with a smile and put my crutches by a nearby bench and wobble back to my baby.

He then pulls out two ham sandwiches and a couple of glasses following a bottle of something but I can't tell what it is. I just hope it isn't champagne because if not we're going to have some real problems; again if you're a true Nick Jonas fan or Jasmine who has me to fill her in on the Olivia and Nick drama then you know what I'm talking about.

"Um Nick, is that champagne?" I ask a little worriedly,

He looks at me and busts out laughing. "No," he says with a chuckle. "It's Apple Cider but non-alcoholic." He says.

I smile as I remember the first time I actually tried Apple Cider; which was at a family friends wedding. it wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be, to be honest. He attempts to open the thing with his bare hands but yet fails miserably trying to hide his shame.

"Whoops," he says with a sheepish smile.

"It's cool Nick," I tell him grabbing the bottle from him and then opening it before pouring myself and him a glass.

"That was supposed to be my job." He whines.

I laugh as he just sits there in shock that I just did that.

"Well, okay then." He says with a slight frown.

"Oh Nick," I say to him with a slight smile. "Don't worry there is nothing to be embarrassed about," I assured him with the smile I just put on.

"Oh I'm not embarrassed," he says to me. "Shocked mostly."

I laugh as I pretty much just scared the guy for life.

"Damn Babe." He says "Did God transfer all of your leg's strength to your arms?"He asks me laughing a little, probably still in shock or embarrassed at the whole fiasco.

"I wish," I say to him, kind of angrily biting into the ham sandwich he made me. To my surprise, it was really good, almost too good considering Nick Jonas can't cook for shit.

"Let me guess Joe made this?" I ask while trying to hide my anger from him.
"I actually made it when you were in the shower." He says with a slight smile but yet a frown in the mix.

"Oh, well it's good," I tell him somewhat proud of him.

"It's just a sandwich nothing special." He says kind of dry. "I can do some things without needing my brother's help." He says sternly. I then guessed that this wasn't going to be as smooth as I thought.

"In anyone's defense Nick, you aren't such a good cook so when it comes down to you ACTUALLY cooking it's quite a shock even if it's just a sandwich," I say trying to defend my argument.

"Yeah well," he says. "I guess it is, I mean I wasn't exactly born with the arms of a chef." He says jokingly.

"Now Joe on the other hand," I say trying to hide the fact that I knew the other one was the better chef from my fandom experience watching Living The Dream 2. Granted I only remember Nate's stories from that mini-series they gave back in 2009-2010.

"Well," he says kind of agreeing with me. "Joe did cook for the entire family on tour once when we were in Spain." He says with a smile. "He had this habit of working out and eating right at the time." He says as he shrugs. "It kind of became a habit to all of us."

"Especially you," I say with a slight smirk.

"Ye-hey." He says when I bring up his diabetes.

"I'm sorry I had to," I say to him with an apologetic smile. To be honest, I couldn't let it stay in. I mean I practically learned about the disease because of him. I mean when I was little, I had the whole thing mixed up and practically needed to learn more about it. Every time he did something around the disease I'd look it up on the Internet, plus I read on it so yeah. Did you know you could get cured of it by a pancreas transplant? Yeah, me either. Shhh, don't tell him that though.

As he takes a bite of his sandwich, he then gets hit with what I think is a rubber ball. But then again I'm just laughing at the mistake someone did by smacking his head with such a thing. As he then sees a little kid whose dog is running after him to fetch the ball he looks up at Nick and says "My sincerest apologies Mr." As Nick just nods and the dog itself comes close to him as he looks up at the kid again and smiles.

"It's totally fine." He says scratching the dog behind the ear. He then throws the ball and yells to the kid "Just be careful to the pedestrians that aren't too nice." The kid looks back and nods as the dog looks at him happily.

"Good kid," I say with a smile. Nick nods and holds me tight. I'm one to enjoy these times with him especially since it's not too intimate. It's what makes it extra special.

"You ready to go home?" He asks me not knowing that I have already fallen asleep on his lap. He smiles and then grabs me carrying me to the car placing me in the back so that way I don't get hit easily if we get into an accident.

As he drives home, he carries me inside and places me in his bedroom where he then changes me into PJ's. I then hear him order something as I now suspect He's is on the phone. Yup, we did it we came back to each other like how forbidden lovers Romeo & Juliet did. At least no one died for their lover.