They D̶o̶n̶t̶ Know About Us // Niley

Chapter Forty Four

Miley's POV

Fuck my life.

I can't believe I let myself in this situation again. Its always the same; Nick beside me in a hotel room while a sea of paparazzi is waiting outside to attack me.

Mostly, I can't believe I found myself sitting beside Nick, secretly wanting him, after I had sworn to never get involved with him. I can't really blame myself, though. I was probably drunk off my ass and...Oh my God.

I was drunk with Nick, I probably said something only sober people wouldn't. What if I confessed to Nick that I've been trying to convince myself that I don't need and want him in my life anymore but it failed miserably?

I do want him, honestly. But I can't let it get in the way, I need to move on with my life, I want him but I'm better off without him. I'm sure of it.

I know better to let myself crave for him, I needed to be done with him.

"Here we go," Nick mumbled as he tapped his phone screen impatiently trying to load a video. I scooted closer to him to have a better look, but I quickly regretted it once I realize how warm his skin felt and how dreamy he smelled. it only made me want him more.

I shifted a little bit away as I tugged on the end of Nick's shirt that I had on closer to my knees.

"Do you think its a little weird?" He asked, breaking the silence.

I turned to him with my brows slightly furrowed. "What?" I asked, confused, clearly not understanding whatever he meant.

"We're back in this kind of situation. It's like the cycle won't end." He explained.

Oh.

I shrugged and looked away from him. "I don't know, probably?" I replied casually before Nick shoved his phone a little closer to me. I leaned forward to have a better look.

The scene was blurry until it finally adjusted, and the only sound it makes was the sound of the night club music. The camera zoomed to a couple sitting close to each other at a bar. It looked like...Holy shit, that's us!

My eyes widened at the sight and I could swore my heart stopped. Nick seemed to be leaning his head closer to mine and I giggled. It was clear that we were drunk. The next scene almost made me want to jump down the closest window and land into fucking ocean and just drown myself.

Nick was touching my leg, his fingers moving up and down as I began kissing him, my hands were around his neck and I pulled him closer. The kiss looked steamy and intense, I could tell I was shoving my tongue into his mouth. How could I not remember any of this?

Duh, you were drunk. Fuck.

My eyes began to grew wider as Nick whispered into my ear and I replied with a drunk and interested smile. Nick scooped me up and dragged me to the exit, I was smiling so wide as I skipped behind him, the look on my face was unmistakeable that I was excited about whatever we were going to do and wherever he was taking me. Which I guess is this, and I guess is here.

The screen went blank.

We hooked up. And everyone knows about it.

Oh my God.

I stood frozen beside Nick and I didn't gave a fuck about anything else. I couldn't believe this and the fact won't sink in. The world, they know about us.

I closed my eyes and felt tears swelling up in my eyes. Its not about the shit I'll be hearing from people that scared me, its not about how Mom would probably be yelling at me and treating me like I'm a messed up teenager, its about how I have let myself do this.