Nick's p.o.v
I was only able to get a few punches in on Liam before I was pulled off of him by Justin and Joe. Liam was pathetic, he couldn't even defend himself.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Billy, Miley's dad, asked walking into the back room where Justin and Joe were keeping me.
"You didn't hear what he said about Miley," I said standing to my feet.
"What did he say?" He asked walking closer to me.
"He said she wasn't worth it." I spat under my breath. The words still made me angry. This angry wasn't going to fully subside until I saw her.
"In that case, thank you for beating him up. But, you can't just go around beating people up because you don't like what they say, even if they deserve it." Billy said crossing his arms.
"Tell me he isn't pressing charges? That pussy couldn't even defend himself!" I spoke harshly.
"No, he isn't." Billy said clearing your throat. "He doesn't want to draw any more attention to this." His sighed.
"Earlier today, before Miley went on stage...she was having a hard time. She was extremely emotional. Do you know why?" He asked. He name made everything around me stop. My anger slowed down, dissolving in an instant. My mind began to think only of her and my body became relaxed.
"It was my fault." I sighed in defeat. I slouched down in the chair and sobbed quietly to myself.
"You care about her, don't you?" He asked walking closer to me.
"Of course I do, I love her." I breathed.
"Well, maybe you should go try and talk to her. She is really upset right now..." He sighed. "Also, maybe you should stop playing these childish games. Either you want each other or you don't. You are a man, so act like one." He spoke sharply.
"Okay," I said wiping away the tears and standing to my feet. I quickly followed behind Billy out of the room.
"She is in there," He said pointing to the door in front of me. I swiftly walked to the door and opened it before walking inside.
"Miley," I spoke softly. The room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. I saw her sitting on the couch with her back facing me. I walked over to her and sat at the coffee table in front of her. She didn't even move at my sudden presence. She sat perfectly still with her knees to her chest.
"I know tonight didn't go how you planned." I started leaning forward. "I am so sorry if I ruined your night. I am sorry about our conversation and how I acted. You deserve so much more." I sighed.
"I lost my cool... The way he acted and what he said made me lose it." I wandered. I wanted her to so badly respond to me. I needed to hear her soft voice. She wouldn't even look at me.
"Miley, please." I begged getting on my knees in front of her. "I know I fucked up. After our conversation ended, I hoped on a plane to be here for you. I know I said some mean things, I was just upset that you were here and I wasn't. I am so sorry baby," I sighed. I slowly reached forward to grab her hand. She didn't pull away, our fingers intertwined as she slowly looked up at me.
"Baby," I whispered lowly. Our eyes locked as she looked deeply into my eyes. I smiled softly at her. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying.
"I didn't mean to make you cry." I said standing up, I quickly sat next to her and pulled her into my lap.
"Nick," She spoke softly, her voice cracking.
"Yes, sweet heart" I felt guilt fill my body. I would never be good enough for her. I could never care for her the way she needed.
"I missed you," She whispered. Her head was buried into my chest. I felt terrible, I felt like the most terrible person in the world.
"I missed you, Miley" I said kissing her forehead. Feeling her body in my arms changed things.
"I'm sorry if I ruined your night." I sighed wrapping my arms tightly around her. She made me feel better about myself. My hate for the world dissolved.
"It's not a big deal." She sighed.
"It is...tonight was supposed to be special. I am so sorry, I fucked up."
"I really don't care. I just wanted to give me speech and get away from all of this."
"You gave an amazing performance." I said pulling her closer, if that were possible.
"You saw it?" She asked surprised.
"I took a jet as soon as you hung up. I got here only thirty minutes into the show. I walked in as soon as you started your speech." I started. "I had to hide my appearance. I bought the last ticket for a ridiculous price and ended up in popcorn heaven." I laughed.
"But it didn't matter, I got to hear your voice, I got to see you dance and sing. I am so proud of you." I said leaning down I kissed her cheek.
"I can't believe you actually saw it." She spoke shocked.
"If you would have told me early on I would have flown in a few weeks ago to stay with you."
"I distinctly remember calling you, but you didn't answer." She spoke harshly.
"I know, I am sorry. I fucked up. I let my anger control me, I should have answered." I sighed. Fuck, why didn't I answer?
"I'm sorry, baby." I nuzzled my head into her neck.
"I forgive you, Nick." She caressed my cheeks.
"God, I love you." I moaned at her touch. "Seeing you cry on stage almost killed me. I wanted to run up there and hold you. I knew I caused most of that and I hated that. I hate myself for that." I sighed.
"Babe, please. You need to stop beating yourself up so much. You aren't a terrible person. If I hated you, or thought that you were terrible, would I be sitting in your lap right now? I love you, Nick. You are perfect." She breathed getting closer to me. She was now straddling me and her arms were wrapped tightly around me.
"I don't like the way you view yourself, or the way you talk about yourself. I care about you so much, I love you." She kissed my cheek and traveled down to my neck.
"Please stop doing that to yourself?" She begged.
"Okay, I'll stop." I agreed.
"Good! Now, can we get out of here?" She asked with a smile spread brightly on her face.
"Let's get out of here" I smiled standing up with her legs still wrapped around me.
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