Golden Girl: Nick Jonas x Reader

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Nick looked at me before saying, "Maybe."

I don't know which answer I was hoping for but this one stung.

"I like seeing you achieve great things, Y/N. When I hear you get talked about, get praised even, I think that the break up did you well. Maybe I was your bad luck, you know." Nick continued speaking. "You're on top of your game and I am really proud of what you've achieved, Y/N."

He said that last part as soft as he could but I could hear his sincerity.

"I'm proud of you too, Nick." I told him. He smiled at me and I nodded, "I am. Your career is amazing and even though you're not working with your brothers anymore, you're still shining. You've always been a star, Nick. I've always thought so."

"Thanks. I needed to hear that." He admitted, "I just don't know what I'm doing with my life now. I don't know where I want to go."

I stared at him. He seemed to have things figured out but apparently, it was all for show.

"We don't really know where we'd go next, Nick. I just take it one day at a time. I just know I like acting a lot and I know what kind of movies I want to be in." I told him as we continued eating. "Continue making good music. The rest will follow."

Nick's face brightened up considerably, "You're right." He seemed to have found meaning in my words. "I'll continue making music. I'll take it one day at a time. No rush."

"You know, if you're sad about your break up, you can talk to me, right?"

I cursed softly at myself. What am I doing?

Nick finished his food and shook his head, "That will be weird. I'll talk about my ex with my ex?"

"Correction. You'll talk about your ex with a friend." That is all we are. That is all I'm prepared to be.

Nick smiled wide. He didn't expect it probably. Even I didn't expect myself to say that but it just slipped out.

You have been slipping out quite a lot with Nick around. I scolded myself.

We finished lunch and Nick insisted he would clean up. I didn't protest because he used that, "Friends clean up." line on me. I knew he was teasing but it didn't make me feel any better.

What was happening with me?

Before I could go on into full launch of debating with myself, Nick mentioned we should go back to singing. I followed him back to the sofa and we recorded the first ever duet version of his song which he named Love Letter.

The song was mainly about lovers who lived so far apart who were pouring their heart out in this one love letter for the other person. It had lines like, "I still leave the light on just in case you decide to come home, in case you want to stop feeling so alone." and, "So when you hear this letter I wrote for you, I want you to know I love you and I hope you still feel it too."

It was a tender song of love and longing. Nick was really good with writing songs.

"Do you want to hear it?" Nick put his guitar away. We faced each other on the sofa and he replayed the recording on his phone.

I felt the words hit parts of me that have healed already. It opened wounds that I have worked on for years. The song sounded like these are the words we wanted to say, words I wanted to say.

He was watching me all throughout the song. Nick looked like he felt the same thing but I couldn't be too sure. I don't want to assume.

When the song ended, we were silent. We were still looking at each other and I suddenly felt the pain of when he left me.

Maybe I didn't get over Nick Jonas. I haven't moved on from him after six years.

And here we are, looking at each other, gauging who will speak first and what kind of words to say.

I broke our gaze and smiled weakly, "It sounds amazing, Nick."

I heard him took a sharp deep breath before agreeing with me, "Yes." Nick met my eyes again, "Y/N, I have something to say to you. I..."

My heart raced. I don't need this now so I stood up and cleared my throat. "If it's about us, I don't want to hear it."

I looked at him and my suspicions were correct - he was going to say something about us and I don't want to hear it. Not now. Not ever.

"I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again." Nick nodded after a few seconds and fixed his things. "Are you still willing to sing this song with me, Y/N?"

"I don't think it's best, Nick." I answered him, trying to look away from him.

His only answer was, "Okay."