They D̶o̶n̶t̶ Know About Us // Niley

Chapter Fifty Nine

"Miley," I panted as I finally caught up to her.

She turned around slowly and looked at me confused. "Is something wrong?" She asked innocently. I sighed and smiled at her as she waited for me to catch my breath.

"The VMA's..." I pant. "What about it?" She asked, tilting her head to one side interestedly. "I was thinking, maybe I could go," I clarified and a small smile began to spread across her face. "Really?" She asked in amazement. I nodded and brought my finger in front of me to gesture.

"On one condition,"

Miley raised an eyebrow at me and crossed her arms over her chest as she waited for me to explain. "Be my date," I blurted and her eyes slightly widened.

"Your date?" She echoed and I nodded. "It's alright if you don't want to, I mean-I just thought that maybe-"

"Nick." She stopped me and I did instantly as I looked at her hopefully. "Will you?" I added quietly and she looked down to the ground before looking back at me. "I'd love to."

A wide smile spread across my face and I sighed in relieved as she chuckled looking at my reaction. "But, you know the media could be a handful, you sure you want to face them right away...I mean after all this that happened?" She reminded, adding to my nerves.

I looked away from her gaze and turned around to see the crowd of paparazzi that was seen through the glass doors. I turned my gaze back at Miley and nodded. "I'm sure."

Miley smiled again and rubbed the side of her arm nervously. "So...pick me up at eight?" She suggested. "Oh, yeah of course!" I exclaimed and she smiled again awkwardly, both of us not knowing what to say.

"Okay then, so I'll see you," She mumbled as she began turning away. "Wait, Miley! One more thing!" I called and she turned to me instantly.

"Yeah?"

"What um...what color are you going to wear?" I asked nervously and Miley giggled at my question.

"...So I could find something that matches," I explained and she nodded slowly. "Oh, right...in that case, red."

"Oh, cool, thanks." I said "Well, bye Miley." She smiled again before turning and walking away. I walked to the other direction where the paparazzi began pushing each other as a few security guards began blocking them.

I watched the sight unsure if I wanted to face these kinds of people again just to attend the VMA's, what am I thinking? I'd go through these assholes and even punch two or three just to have a chat with Miley, of course I'm going to put up with their bullshit so I could have a night with her.

A night with her, the two of us finally, being ourselves with each other in the midst of the public eye. I'm sure this could be it, I can be with her completely. No more hiding, I just have to make sure everything goes right.

I speed up my pace as my footsteps collided with the parking lot ground, making my way to my car. I don't need to worry about my Dad or Demi, they drove their selves here.

I beeped the car and it unlocked as I clicked open the door and climbed inside. I went through my phone contacts and stopped at my stylist name's. Miley's wearing red, I could already picture her looking gorgeous and sophisticated under the bright lights.

I imagined myself being there beside her but then I would mess it up. No, no I wont, I can do this I'm sure I just need a little faith in myself.

I placed my phone against my ear and waited for it to pick up. "Hello?...Yeah, this is Nick." I said into the phone "I need something for the VMA's,"