The Fake Girlfriend

Chapter 18

Nick lived in a towering brick building with a very fancy revolving door at it's entrance. He lifted his hand to the bellhop inside in a small greeting and walked towards the elevators, my hurried steps following from behind.

When we finally walked into his actual apartment, I had to take a step back and catch my breath. I guess I had never really actually thought about what his personal place would look like, what Nick Jonas did when the cameras and I were long gone for the day. But, much to my astonishment, it was clean and pristine and very, very chic.

The entry way was tiled in shiny black floor that glittered from beneath your feet, leading into an exspanse of a big opening. On top of a black rug, a leather couch wrapped around the side of the room, making a blocked off living room circling a coffee table. Above it glistened a twinkling chandelier.

The other half of the room was a kitchen hidden behind a sparkling counter, it wrapped itself around the wall that was behind the entryway.

Nick walked through the short hallway, stopping to empty his pockets on the counter and take his jacket off.

"This living room is mostly for looks." He shrugged his big shoulders. "The actual TV room is upstairs." He jerked his chin toward the stair case that was off in the corner of the living room, then proceeded to walk up the stairs, myself at his heels.

We walked into an open room with a huge fluffy couch at it's center, pillows strewn across it, sitting in front of it a plasma screen TV almost as tall as me. You could easily tell someone had recently been here by the way the movies looked shuffled in the corner of the room- but at the same time were in neat shelves.

Nick stood, watching me marvel at the comfort of the room that I never really knew he possesed, and scratched his head. "I'm going to go change real fast," he said, in the midst of clearing his throat. "But uh- pick out a movie for us, okay?" he gave me tentative smile before turning to walk down the hallway.

I watched him go, wondering where among the guidelines Scarlett had said that he had to have a movie night with me. Shaking my head, I turned back to his movie shelf, thinking that you could actually learn a lot about someone from the movies that they owned.

Nick literally had from every classical musical to extreme action packed movies. I ran my finger down their rim, scanning each title with my eyes. I stopped on one, my heart fluttering with recognition: 7 Brides for 7 Brothers. I had seen the movie so many times it wasn't even funny- but every time I fell more in love with it.

I had just pulled it from the shelf when Nick walked back in, a pair of gray sweat pants hanging on his hips. Sitting down on the edge of the couch he craned his neck at me. "What are we watching?" he asked.

Flipping the movie in my hand I stood up, showing him the cover. "How about this?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

Leaning casually back into the cushion he nodded. "Classic," he said. "could never get old."

Shaking my head I walked over to him, smiling a bit. "No, it never can."

Right when I was about to go around the coffee table to sit next to him on the couch, my second to last toe decided to run head first into the metal leg.

I let out a startled screech, dropping the movie and leaning down to instictevely grab it when the throbbing started and a pain shot up my foot. I fell back onto the floor, moaning as I layed exaustedly onto my back, fanning my arms out on either side of me.

"Ahhhh," I moaned. "that hurt."

Nick busted out laughing, harder than I've ever heard him laugh before. Throwing himself against the couch, his chest shaking up and down as breaths escaped his lips.