Reality

7

Miley's POV

I couldn't sit there knowing Nick had been lied to about something important to him. I took in what Phil said, he will reach number one no doubt, but I just don't agree with them lying about something for the sake of the show.

Nick was too caught up in a conversation with his friends. I got bored and couldn't stand being there that I got up and left to get a drink. I decided to stay out of the crowd and walked by the corners of the club, upon making my way to the bar I saw that ass of a director maneuvering through the crowd to find the exit. Curious and driven by rage, I followed him.

He walked out the club and pulled out his phone, I hid myself behind the wall. He picked up the call and started talking to it, there wasn't much and at one point I asked myself why I followed him out for this.

"I know. I know...I know!" He spoke impatiently, raising his voice "This will just be a filler, I promise. We all know the show's getting boring."

My ears perked up and I tried to listen hard. "Yeah, well the season deserve to have an episode where they let their hair down and have a good time. Excuse me? Because the viewers want a happy episode. Just good times." He continued to speak into the phone "Don't worry. There'll be drama in the next one. You have my word. Trust me...the show can't live on lovey dovey shit for the rest of the season."

I could hear him pacing back, I quickly hid myself. I wanted to hear more but he could come back any second. I've got what I need anyway, I knew there was something fishy about this whole thing. I'm not certain what it is, but at least now my anxiety can rest easy. There is actually something I should be worried about!

I speed walked back into the club. I just realized it was less crowded than when we arrived. Once I found Nick, I proposed for us to go home. He bargained, but eventually after another 30 minutes we left.

"Aw, come on what's the rush?" Glen asked, a hint of slur in his tone.

"We uh..." I tried to think of an excuse "Oh fuck it, you won't remember in the morning anyway. We just gotta go!" I tried to say over the speakers, Glen didn't care so he just stood up and gave us goodbye hugs, Chord later joined.

Nick was about to say something other than a goodbye, I didn't want it to lead to a long conversation so I pulled him and led him out of the club. "Whoa, hey...hey! Miley where's the fire?" He asked once we were in the parking lot.

"Nothing." I said quickly "I...I just want you! Yeah!" I grabbed his face to give him a kiss to convince "So come on, let's go and have sex!"

At first he seemed puzzled but a smirk overtook his face. "Okay then," He answered, walking us towards the car.

It was a small mistake because he kept pawing at me during the ride, and I had to drive his 'designated' ass. So much for turning down drinks offer, Nick. Now he's more drunk than what I intended to be at the beginning of the night. Luckily, alcohol put him into slumber, but until we arrived and I had to idea how to carry him inside I knew I was fucked.

"Nick! Wake up! Do you want to sleep in the car?!" I said close to his face.

"In the back-hic-seat?" He hiccup in the middle of his sentence "With you? Huh?" He smirked again.

"Ugh. Dumbass." I mumbled "No, idiot! Come on, you'll suffocate in here. We need to get you inside!"

"Inside you?" He suggested, I groaned. "Smooth, Nick. Real smooth. Will you get up already?!"

"Fine. Fine...Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine! Fiiine!" Then he started singing 'fine' to the beat of God's Plan.

I thought I was going to lose it, but my annoyance vanished and was replaced by shock when I heard rustling coming from the bushes next to our driveway. I thought I had accidentally let paparazzi in. "Nick if you don't--"