They D̶o̶n̶t̶ Know About Us // Niley

Chapter Twenty Five

"Less smile!" Terry shouted behind his camera, beneath what seems to be a thousand watt of lamp, I could barely make out his face.

I raised both sides of my lips and blinked before I realized my mistake. "I said less smile!" Terry shouted again.

My eyes widened and as I pulled the rim of my low cut shirt to my belly. "Sorry," I mumbled before giving him the less smile.

Terry pulled down his camera and tilted his head in desperation. He scratched the back of his neck and waved his hand to the air.

"Dont pull your shirt," He warned impatiently.

I look down at the low cut tank top before mumbling to myself. "Looks more like a bra,"

Terry adjusted his thick glasses and turned to the crew behind him. "One minute!" He called and approached me.

"You seem stiff," He said.

I placed my right hand on my upper left arm and shook my head. "I'm just...distracted," I replied.

He tilted his head and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Look, we just need to get a few more shots and you can go and do what you want." He told me.

"Alright," I sighed.

"Focus," He warned before he took a full look of what I was wearing. "Wardrobe!" He called.

A skinny girl in black scurried to him and before she could speak Terry had cut her off.

"Get a lower cut shirt for Miley here," He ordered.

Before I could complain, Terry had turned to his heel and walked to his station, swinging his camera in one arm.

The girl suprisingly came back faster than an olympic champion, but instead of a gold medal, she carried a black tank top that almost appeared like a bra, this one seemed tinier to the one I was wearing.

"Put that on in 2 minutes!" Terry shouted. "And some shots, then you can go."

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I banged on the smooth wooden door harder as I cursed under my breath.

"Open the door for fuck's sake!" I finally yelled before the sound of the lock clicking came to my ear.

The door flew open and revealed Nick's irritated and tired face. He blinked at me as his face melted into a more suprised and confused look.

He gripped my wrist and pulled me into the the house and closed the door behind me.

He let go of my hand and turned to me. "What are you doing here? H-how did you even-"

"Dad knows." I quickly cut him off.

His mouth hung open but his eyes remained calm. I looked at him impatiently as he blinked at me again.

"What do you mean he knows?" He finally asked.

"He found out about us," I replied and his eyes widened.

He covered his mouth and looked around desperately. "A-and, and you're..." He stuttered "You're being calm about this?"

I nodded slowly.

"He said he wouldn't say anything," I added and Nick stopped to look at me.

"Miley this guy tried to kill me," He reminded, his tone was light but I could sense that he's still scared.

"He didn't tried to- Maybe he did beat you up like a pro wrestler, but he wasn't going to kill you," I replied.

"Whatever," He mumbled before scratching the back of his neck as he paced back and forth.