Nick Jonas's New Assistant

Part Five

I set my phone down beside me on the counter and start the coffee, just as I have done almost every day for 6 months. Again, I cannot let this get to me. I love my job, I love being Nick's assistant and allowing it to get any further than professional will just completely ruin everything, and I can't let that happen. I just need to stay focused on what we have planned for the day and continue on like normal... I just wish that was easier than it is proving to be.

As the coffee brews I lean against the counter, grabbing the planner from my bag and looking through it. The meeting this morning with Paul is to discuss schedule changes, so I want to familiarize myself with what is already going on. Before I know it, a small beep comes from the coffee maker and I turn to see the coffee pot full. I need this, not only am I running on barely any sleep, but this morning was just a little...much. I grab two coffee mugs from the cabinet and fill mine, as I am adding in the cream and sugar I hear heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, they are a little slower than normal, giving me a second to take a deep breath. I've got this. I am okay, and things are fine. I let the breath fall past my lips and grab the empty mug beside me, filling it and leaving it black before turning to nick with a smile and handing it over. He takes it but doesn't smile back. His mouth opens as if he's about to say something, but I stop him.

"I don't know what you're about to say, but it's fine. In fact, I hope you had fun, we have a long day, so a little relief is always good." I try and let the words come out as confident and smooth as I can, even adding in a small joking tone, pushing back every bit of hurt inside of myself. I don't want him to think I can't do this. I'm keeping it professional whether either of us like it or not.

He sighs, taking a sip of his coffee. I think he gets the hint that the subject needs to be squashed because he just sits at the bar stool across the counter from me and stays quiet. I continue to look over the planner a little bit before the sound of Nick's voice finally breaks the silence.

"It's 9:25"

I look up at him. 6 months I have been here and for 6 months every time I look at him, every time our eyes meet I fall just that much more in love with him.

This is so fucking bad...

Thankfully, before I get a chance to say or do anything I hear the front door open, immediately taking my mind off of Nick and to focus on whoever is at the door. It's Paul. He greats us both with smiles and I walk over to meet him half way, we hug tightly before walking back over toward the kitchen, Nick stands, and they hug as well before we all make our way into the dining room. This is usually where we have our meetings. I love this room of Nicks house. There are huge windows lining the walls, allowing for the beautiful natural light to wash over the entire room. I come in here just to relax a lot of the time, it has a weird calming effect.

We sit down and thankfully get right to work.

"Sorry we have to skip right to the boring stuff," Paul says "but I have another meeting in about an hour"

Fuck, that I was not hoping to hear. The less time I spend alone with Nick right now the better.

"It's okay, I totally understand" I say with a smile, opening up the planner and laying It out in front of me.

The meeting is quick, Paul was only there for about 30 minutes before he had to head out. Nick and I both say our goodbyes to him and find ourselves alone once again. I know we have no lunch plans so this is the perfect time to slip out, even If it is a little early, and get everything I need for Joe's party tonight. So, as soon as Paul is out the door I start packing up my things.

"You don't have any lunch plans you would need me for, and I still need to pick a few things up before tonight, so I am going to head out, if that's okay?" I ask, as I am sliding my purse strap on my shoulder.

He looks at me for a second, quiet.

Ugh, I fucking hate this.

"Yeah, that's fine." Is all he says, turning to walk away from me. I grab him gently on the arm to stop him, he turns to me and I can see the hurt plastered on his face. This is killing me.

"I still have to get a dress, and a present. It's nothing fun you would want to tag along for. We have dinner at 6:30 with that magazine editor, I will be back way before then, I promise." I let sincerity coat my words. I am trying to show him that I am really okay, that this is all really okay.

He smiles with a nod and I step forward, so I can wrap my arms tightly around his body. Relief washes over me when I feel his arms engulf me in his usual, overly tight hug. We hug all the time, but this hug I have never been more grateful for. We sperate and I flash him a smile before stepping out the door, George waiting patiently for me outside.

George and I have also become close during my time working for Nick. We spend a lot of time in the car together, alone and with other people. He has a gorgeous wife named Louise and 3 of the cutest kids I've ever seen. I love the mornings when he picks me up and I get to see a video of his daughter singing the ABC's or his son showing off his newest drawing. Anytime I am stressed out from work or just life in general he always has a way of calming me down. So, when I got into the car and was quieter than normal he knew immediately something was up.

"Everything going okay?" he asks, turning toward me. Whenever we are in the car alone I always sit up front.

I tell him about a lot of my problems, but this one needs to stay between me and Nick, so I just give him a small smile and nod. "Yeah, I'm okay, life is kind of crazy right now, but It's okay, really. I appreciate you asking though." I speak sweetly and with confidence, needing him to believe I'm okay so he doesn't continue to ask questions.

He must have believed me because we continued the ride without another question about me. We spoke about his kids being on spring break, and how he and his wife have a date planned for tonight, so he won't be driving Nick and I later. It was honestly such a relief to have my mind taken off of everything that was going on that I barely even noticed when we pulled up to the clothing store. It was one I have never heard of, but it looked beautiful from what I could see.

"My wife told me to take you here, she said they have beautiful dresses." George says with a smile, sliding out of the car. I grin at him, "Well she is beautiful, so I am certainly going to take her word for it." I say, making my way out of the car as well.

I told George he didn't have to come in with me, but he insisted, he told me his wife wanted to facetime, so she could help me pick out my dress. We have met a few times, she is such a sweet woman, so I'm not surprised she wanted to help. We spent a few hours picking out the perfect dress and jewelry to match. It sounds weird, but it was just so much fun. My mind was so occupied that I didn't spend any time at all worrying about Nick and I really needed that.

After shopping, George dropped me off at my apartment. It has been weird not talking to Nick for this long, even when we weren't together were usually texting. I really meant it when I said we had gotten close, he is my boss, and I do see him that way, but we just click together so well that he is also honestly my friend. Unfortunately for me, he's my boss and my friend that I am falling madly in love with.