Skinny Love (DISCONTINUED)

Nicotine.

*Miley's POV*

By the time that Nick had arrived home I had downed about 4 cups of coffee to help ease my nerves. I was just about to pour my 5th serving when I heard the sound of the front door being unlocked. I put my floral designed coffee mug down on the counter and took a deep breath. I had already thought of the speech that I was going to give him which was filled with 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you'.

I straightened my posture and held my head up high, as if doing so was going to make me more confident. It didn't though and I immediately looked down at my chipping orange nail polish once Nick had entered the kitchen.

"I could literally smell the coffee from the hallway Miles, did you save me any?" Nick loosened his tie and took off the dark blue suit jacket that he had on. His eyes were wide and alert, but his body was slightly slouched like he was on the verge of sleeping.

I opened the cabinet and took out another coffee mug, pouring the rest of the hot liquid inside of it. My hands shook against the handle of the mug, passing the hot coffee to him. "You came just on time." I said, trying to make my voice sound light and easy.

Of course it didn't seem to work though since Nick raised his eyebrow at me. "What's up with you?" He sat on one of the metal stools that we had around the counter and leaned his elbows on the cool white tiles. He rummaged through the tiny basket of fruit that we had sitting there and picked on an orange. He carefully peeled the skin off and ripped off a piece, waiting for me to respond.

"It's just something that I've been trying to get off of my chest for a while and I don't know how exactly to tell you." I felt the back of my eyes pinch and I cursed myself. Don't do this now Miley, you have to get through this. You and Nick can get through this. "I'm not sure how you're going to react through, and that's the main thing that scares me."

Nick shook his head. "What ever it is, it isn't going to make me love you any less." He brought his mug to his lips and took a small drink. "Now spill."

I walked to him and ran my hand along the thin slick material of his button down shirt. I could feel his muscles tense at my touch, which made me want to touch him even more. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin and I could feel the nerves travel up from my finger tips and onto the strings of my heart.

"Nick...The other day I went out with Justin," I took a deep breath. You can do this, just tell him the truth. "And we kissed."

There. I did it.

The look on Nick's was something that I would never want to see again. It was like a mix of anger, sadness, and betrayal all together. His lips were slightly parted and his eyes were drawn to mine, creating an invisible lock that made me want to not stop looking at him.

"Please tell me that you're joking."

I shook my head. I sat cross legged on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. I needed to be close to him. I needed the scent of his fading cologne filling my lungs, causing a sense of nirvana to run through my body. I needed him. God, I needed him so much.

"No baby, I wish I was but I'm not." I caresses the side of his face with the palm of his hand. I could feel the prickles of his growing facial hair tickle my skin. "As soon as it happened I instantly regretted it and came back home to you. I haven't spoken to him since then."

Surprisingly, I felt Nick's arms wrapping around my body and it felt like pure heaven. I hid my face in the crook of his neck and tried my hardest to let his scent leave a lasting mark on my entire body. We stayed just like this for a few seconds, the only sound being from our slow and quiet breaths.

His hands held my lower back in place and his lips found the slight showing of skin on my shoulder. He left light butterfly kisses on my skin, causing a burning sensation to make it's way through my body. "I forgive you. It's going to take some time for me to get over all of this, but I love you and I forgive you." He whispered in my ear.

I broke out into a sob. I imagined him to react in a more harder way. I expected him to hate me. But he doesn't. He loves me and I love him.

"Thank you..." I whispered. He lightly nodded and moved his hand up my spine in a comforting way. I felt protected in his arms, like nothing in this world can hurt me as long as he's holding me.

"Just one thing Miley..." Nick placed his thumb under my chin and lifted my face up so that we were eye level. "Please, don't talk to Justin again. Can you do that for me?"

My mind seemed to pause for a moment. I looked at the small bags under his eyes, the curve of his lips, the sharp cut of his jawline. I had to make a decision. Who was more important? Justin or Nick?

Before my mind could even process his question my mouth seemed to move, though I wasn't thinking about what I was saying. "I won't have anything to do with him baby, I promise. I love you...I love you and only you."

Nick wiped away the tears that were flowing down my cheek and held my face in his hands. "If he ever tries to talk to you, let me know..." He kissed my forehead, then sighed.

"I will..." I mumbled under my breath. Since the last time we were together, Justin has been sending me an endless amount of texts and voicemails. I don't even take to chance to read them. We don't need to be together. All it does is hurt the people around us, and it fucks with our emotions.

I shouldn't have told Justin I loved him. Because I don't. I could never love someone who just ditched me without even a proper goodbye. He can't just leave me and pop back into my life whenever he wants to.

For a couple of months after we broke up I wouldn't even sleep. The only thing I would think about was what I did to make him leave me. I blamed myself for so long. I thought it was my fault that Justin left me.

Nick knew about this and showed me that I shouldn't feel any kind of guilt or regret. He told me that I don't have to spend the rest of my life in sadness, he taught me how to love again. How to imagine my life with someone else instead of Justin.

Nick fixed me.

"I won't speak to Justin, ever again baby. I promise you." Pressing my lips against his softly, I realized how if it wasn't for Justin I wouldn't be with Nick right now. Hell, I don't even think that I would be in New York. Justin was part of the reason why I found the true love of my life.

Nick flashed me aight smile which quickly disappeared as he got serious again. "If he ever tries to talk to you again tell me okay? I'll handle it." His voice was low, but to me it sounded like he was yelling. What was he going to do?

I didn't want to ask. I can't even think about Justin and Nick being in the same room together. It would be like the most awkward thing in the world. So instead, I nuzzled my face in the crook of Nick's neck and tugged at the ends of his hair. I closed my eyes and sighed quietly.

This may be the hardest thing to do, but I need to push Justin out of my life completely. He means nothing to me and I mean nothing to him. We're strangers.

Authors note:

I know this isn't really much of a chapter but I sort of miss writing in Miley's POV, aha. Don't forget to vote, comment, and follow me if you like the chapter! :)

-Brittney