They D̶o̶n̶t̶ Know About Us // Niley

Chapter Fifty Four

Nick's POV

"She's not answering." I whined as I adjusted the phone as it begin to heat against my ear.

"She will, baby. Try again." Olivia said as she massaged my shoulders. I shook my head in desperation "No, she wont. This is what she do, she push people away." I said looking at the phone screen and the amount of calls Miley didn't answer. Twelve.

I sighed and threw myself back into the sofa and slouched while Olivia's hand moved away. She placed her head on my shoulder and her hand on my lap as she began to squeeze it lightly. I smiled at the gesture before letting myself relax into the soft cushions.

I really don't want to start on how crazy was yesterday. Olivia has convinced me and Miley was making no sense, It's not that I don't trust her, I just really hate the way she's trying to make Olivia look bad. Nonetheless I still have a lot of things to do with her.

Although she made a lot of sense on how clearing things up wont work, everyone is still expecting us to. They finally let me out of the hotel room, but that doesn't mean I'm going to go to Miley's house and force her because honestly I don't want to seem obsessive, especially after the really big fight we had.

The sound of the doorbell made Olivia and I turn to the direction of the door. I quickly stood up and pulled it open. Demi stood in front of me with her eyes and smile wide.

"Hey," I instantly greeted but Demi ignored and walked past me rudely. "Is Olivia here?" She asked, looking around the room.

"Right here." Olivia chimed in as she emerged to the room "What's up?" She asked sweetly. Demi pulled her arm and walked to me "We're going to this really cool spa grand opening," She explained excitedly in a rush as Olivia looked at her puzzled.

"Uh," I mumbled looking back and forth from Demi to Olivia "Okay?" I replied unsure.

"And we're running late!" Demi exclaimed dramatically, tugging on Olivia's arm. "Wait, do I need to change?" Olivia asked.

"No, what you're wearing is fine. Bye Nick!" Demi replied and walked out the door with Olivia stumbling behind her. "Bye," I mumbled carelessly, closing the door before walking back to the couch.

My phone started ringing before I could take a seat. I picked it up and checked the caller's i.d which was anonymous. I didn't check twice and pressed the receive button.

"Hello?" I greeted.

"Nick?" She whispered. I blinked a few times and furrowed my brows.

"Who's this?" I asked, unsure.

"You'll know soon," She whispered again "First, follow my orders."

"Wha-Why should I?" I asked impatiently "Who's this?" I repeated.

I heard her sigh over the line "Look, I don't want to blackmail you into getting you to do what I say, But if you don't listen to me you're gonna-"

"Just tell me who you are," I cut her off impatiently. This is ridiculous. "I cant," She whispered "She'll know."

"Who?" I asked desperately.

"Fuck, Nick! Just follow my orders!" She blurted instantly.

"Miley?" I guessed.

"Shush!" She hissed and I chuckled "You can't call me like a normal person?" I teased as I shook my head in disbelief "You still need to see me, though."

"I know." She sighed "You have to meet me somewhere,"

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I slammed the car door shut as I gazed upon the large, one story house Miley had led me to. There were no gates and seemed more like a normal suburb home instead of an international singer's house.