Nick Jonas's New Assistant

Part Eight

*RING RING RING* I groan at the loud sound penetrating into my ear drums. I toss and turn attempting to ignore it, but it is incessant. I finally, reluctantly, open my eyes and turn toward the sound, it's my cell phone ringing, but without looking at who is calling I turn it off. My head is pounding, and my mouth is dry, the last thing I want to do is answer the phone. I turn my head to look at Nick, somehow still sleeping peacefully beside me. He looks so calm and relaxed; his hair is disheveled but he still looks so fucking cute. The blanket is barely covering his naked body.

I remember what happened last night, and I wish I could be laying here so stoked about it, so excited that it happened, but I can't be. I fucking told myself I would stop at flirting, but I just couldn't help it. Almost every day for 6 months I have been with this man and every single day I fall more and more in love with him, how long did I think I was going to be able to pretend I didn't have these feelings? How long did I think I could put off these feelings? The problem is, all this doesn't change the fact that I don't know if I can do this with him. If I can make things ever go past being his assistant. I don't know. Everything is just too fucking much right now and my head is throbbing.

Plus, what is Nick going to say when he gets up? I know he will remember, he isn't one to ever black out, but still. Just the thought of having to have this talk is sending my anxiety through the roof and being hungover is definitely not helping. I don't want to regret what happened. I want to cherish it forever, think about it all the fucking time, but my brain won't let me not hate myself for it. I am going to have to figure this out and figure it out quick.

I need to pee, so I try to gently move off the bed. I don't want to wake Nick, but the second my feet hit the floor I feel a hand grab gently at my wrist.

"Please don't tell me you are running away." the words come out with sleepiness and sadness dripping from them.

I take a deep breath and turn toward him, I look at his face, tired from just waking up but still so handsome. I want to grab a hold of him and never let go. "I'm not running away." I stand up, his hand falling from my wrist. "I'm just going pee, I promise." I speak as I make my way toward the bathroom I hear him call out my name quietly, but I am already in the bathroom before he can say anything else. I shut the door behind me and lean against it for support. I bury my face into my hands. Fuck fuck fuck, I am so fucking fucked. Taking yet another deep breath I pull myself together. I can do this. I can handle this, I am an adult. I shake off some of my anxieties and actually go pee. As I'm washing my hands there is a knock on the door.

"Please don't avoid me, you know we have to talk about this Y/N." Again, his words sound sad and it almost rips me in two. I would never want to make such a wonderful human being so sad, yet here I am, doing it. It hurts so bad.

I open the door and nick is standing there, only his boxers on his body. I go to speak but before any words are able to leave my mouth there is a loud knock at the door, before either of us can react, its swinging open. My eyes widen, realizing I am still naked I retreat behind the bathroom door, closing it quickly. I then hear Joe's voice echo loudly through the room.

"Ah, good morning beautiful people. It's a wonderful day, isn't it?"

How does he sound so cheery after last night? There is no way he isn't hungover, it was /his/ birthday party after all.

I'm listening for Nick's response it takes him a second, but he finally answers. "Dude, can you quiet it down, some of us don't have freak bodies like yours and actually get hangovers. Seriously, how are you not dying? You were more drunk than I was last night."

I hear Joe laugh. "I don't know dude, I just woke up feeling..." he stops. "Wait, where is Y/N?"

Nick answers more quickly than I expected to, "the bathroom, we woke up about 2 seconds before you so rudely barged in."