Angel (Nick Jonas)

Chapter 22-Nerves

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After Joe had joined us after spending to with brothers and being attacked by a seagull, which was hilarious, we went to the bar at the hotel
"Here you are, your highness" Joe said to Sophie as he put her drink down. I sat down opposite her as Joe sat next to her, flinging an arm around her shoulder.
"Thank you" she replied, kissing his cheek.
I smiled, trying to push away the thoughts of Nick.

I knew Sophie was taking me out to distract myself but i couldn't help it. I felt something more with Nick, something I haven't felt with anyone and I didn't want to let that go.
"I'm just going to the bathroom" Sophie declared, leaving the table.
I barely heard her through my zoning out.
"How are you feeling?" Joe questioned, sipping his drink.
"As good as I can. I've got to thank soph, I'm feeling a lot better" I admitted.
"She's good at that" Joe said with a fond smile.

"How...is he?" I asked carefully.
Joe immediately knew who I was talking about.
"Angry...at the world? At himself? I don't know" Joe confessed.
I frowned, pulling my drink up to hide it.
"I really think you two should talk it out" he carried on.
"I know we should...put I don't want to" I let out.
Joe gave me a sympathetic look, putting his hand on mine.
"You two belong together Lizzie. I couldn't imagine a world where you didn't" he confessed as I smiled softly.
For someone so child-like, he had his wise moments. For that, I was thankful.
"Go up to the hotel room and talk to him" he urged.
Hesitancy washed over me, a sick feeling fluttering in my stomach.
"Do you think he'll forgive me?" I questioned weakly.
"I do. And if he doesn't then he's an idiot" Joe said with a smile.

Releasing a rather terrified breath, I stood up and left the bar. Every noise drowned against against the sickening anxiety I felt. Within ten minutes, my whole relationship could be non existent, and that was a horrific thought. Without even noticing, I had made my way outside of Nick's hotel room. I had half a mind to turn and walk away and just leave the tour all together, go home and cuddle my dog and cry. Yet that wasn't what I wanted to do. If I was going to do that, then I had to have confirmation.

Bracing myself, I knocked on the door faintly hearing voices and footsteps behind. The door swung open half way, Kevin at the door.
"Hey" he said, seemingly surprised.
I smiled briefly, him giving a knowing look.
"I'll give you two some time alone" he whispered, touching my arm in an endearing way.
"Thanks" I mumbled.
Stepping into the room, I closed the door over.
"Elizabeth...What do you want?" Nick asked, an icy tone to his voice.
"I wanted to come...apologise" I started wearily.
I met his gaze from where he was sat on the bed. He looked tired, yet unemotional.
"I didn't kiss that guy and I never would. But I shouldn't have blown up at you and just should've said sorry" I admitted, still not getting an emotion out of him.

Nick was guarded, I could tell. He hadn't let on how he was feeling and that was worse than him shouting.
"I get if you...don't trust me and don't want to...continue this, us" i stuttered, tears welling up in my eyes as i struggled to get the words out.
This statement managed to get the first emotional response from Nick as he stood.
"Lizzie," he called softly, "hey, look at me" he whispered, walking over.
"I can't" I mumbled, looking away from him.
His fingers gently gripped my chin, tilting it upwards so our eyes met.
"You don't need to apologise, I should have listening to you and let you explain" Nick said.
"Nick...I'm so sorry" I cried, tears falling down my cheeks.
Within a split second, I was encased in his arms tightly.
"I should've believed you straight away. I'm a jerk, I was horrible to you," he whispered against my hair, "I'm sorry Liz"
I wrapped my arms around his torso, nuzzling my head against his chest. His scent surrounded me and made me a little comforted. Even before we dated, he was always so comforting.