They D̶o̶n̶t̶ Know About Us // Niley

Chapter Thirty Eight

Nick's POV

I can't believe what I had just did. Miley found out I lied to her and she walked away before I could explain. And how am I suppose to tell Olivia? should I even tell her and risk her using this secret to blackmail me again? or should I lie to her like I did to Miley?

But before all those things happened today, there's already a reason why my life is just so messed up. The DNA test results had came out. And it says that I am the biological father of Sophie's son...my son.

After I had read the result paper again and again, everything else seemed blurry. And the only thing I could feel was the silky paper between my fingers. I had never seen my son. I never asked for his name. I've gained so much and lost everything today.

I've learned that I am a father and that the girl I loved had walked away from me. All I could do was bury my head in my palms against the kitchen counter with a glass of vodka beside me. Even though I had quit drinking, I can control the desperate need of it.

I can feel Olivia's gaze on me while she tapped the marble counter with her nails. She kept clearing her throat, waiting for me to look up from my stressed position to look at her. But, of course I'm not going to let that happen, I'm not going to let her bombard me with her questions right now. Everything's out of place, I can't figure nothing out.

I don't know if I should start finding the way out of everything or just leave it like this and pray for a miracle. As much as I'd like to explain to Miley why I lied to her, I know I'm going to have to bring up the fact that I knocked up a girl. I know I should've come clean from the start, but how could I?

I took in a sharp breath and another sip from my glass. I caught Olivia's eyes, studying me. I slammed the glass and to the counter and Olivia almost jumped from her seat. Her eyes weren't wide,  but they looked so shocked. "God, Liv, can't you leave me alone for a freaking minute?!" I said.

Olivia's face turned pale, but she managed to answer me. "What's so wrong about me being here?" She protested "I'm your girlfrie-"

"No!" I cut her off, my voice is filled with rage. I stood from the bar stool as I turned to her. "You're not," I added, my voice seemed to calmed down. I ran my fingers through my hair desperately and closed my eyes.

Miley is. She's my girlfriend, but I lost her. I opened my eyes to see Olivia sitting quietly across from me. I shook my head at her, I can't be with her anymore, I'm hurting Miley, but if I let go of Olivia the world will found out that I had done the most disrespectful thing known to human kind. "I'm sorry," I mumbled to her. I didn't mean to yell at her, it just I couldn't take it anymore.

I turned to my heel and walked up to my room. I needed to think, and the alcohol started to creep up on me, making it hard for me to climb the stairs. Somehow everything felt blurry again, but I finally reached the door of my room as I reached for my phone.

I pulled it to my face and waited for Miley to answer. The line beeped, as I grew impatient. I threw myself onto the bed, I began to feel very tired, and somehow the sheets smelled like her. God, I really miss her.

The phone was still placed against my ear, but it kept beeping, Miley's probably so mad at me that she didn't want to answer. Mad is an understatement, she's probably disappointed and angry.

"Hello?" She finally answered, her voice sounded different.

"Babe?" I mumbled "We need to talk,"

The line went very silent. I could hear a few whispers in the background. I counted the voices were more than three, where is she?

"Who's this?" She asked and I felt a bit confused. I closed my eyes and inhaled a sharp breath.

"Mile, I'm serious." I replied, ignoring her question. The whispers sounded clearer and I heard someone asking who was she talking to.

"This is not Miley," She said, and my eyes widened in shock. My heart raced along the thought of who I might be talking to. "Why are you calling her?"

I gulped, somehow the alcohol stopped kicking and I had woken up from a nightmare. I'm talking to Tish.

'Hang up! Hang up!' My mind kept saying, but I seemed to froze in place and I can't seem to do anything.

"Hello?" She called again as I started to panic. I opened my mouth but I couldn't say a thing, instead I let out a laugh. What the fuck? My mind doesn't seem to be cooperating with my mouth. Holy shit! what was I doing?!

"Who is this?!" She demanded impatiently. I turned to my side and began to slur my words. "Dude, this is Miley's number!"

"Is this a crank call or something?!" Tish finally guessed. I laughed again and deepened my voice "No, I'm not drunk,"

The line went dead. Tish had hung up. I closed my eyes in relief. I almost got caught. I don't think I can call Miley if this is going to happen. What the fuck am I supposed to do know? I want to tell her how sorry I am, I don't want her to keep thinking that I lied to her and that I'm the biggest jerk. I couldn't let that happen.

Surprisingly, my phone began to beep, indicating that I have received a text. I scooped it from the pillow and held it in front of my face.

1 new message

Miley;

Met Gala in 2 days, meet me there.

I read it over and over. What if this is Tish again? should I reply? should I believe this is her? All I know is I can't call her to make sure.

I began punching the words to reply, silently praying she'll reply back.

"Can I call or come over?"

Sent.

My phone buzzed again.

1 new message

Miley;

No.

I read it repeatedly before I could fully understand it. She wants to meet at this event, there's no other option.

This could be my only chance.

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VERY VERY SHORT AND VERY VERY SORRY. I had a busy day and couldn't write but don't worry because Met Gala is going to be niley!

I promise the next chapters are going to be longer :)

xoxo

-Lucy