You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July

Nick

The moment I walk out of Victoria's room I feel an instant feeling of relief. I spot Avan sitting next to a coffee machine and the moment I decide to play good boyfriend and go over there to talk to him, my phone starts buzzing.

Enhanced, I fish it out of my pocket and before looking at the ID of the caller I slide my finger over the screen and lift my iPhone to my ear.

"Nick—" I imediately know the voice.

"Raq." I state, clearly in the state of shock due to the fact that she doesn't own a phone, which means she had to use the household one which can only mean –

"Your parents are out of their minds." She whispers. She must be hiding behind the stairs. I start walking towards the chairs on the wall oposite the door.

"Tell me something I don't know." I say as I sit down and rest my head against the wall. "What did they do this time?"

Raquel sighs. "Well...it's more what they're planning to do."

"Look it can't be worse than—"

"No, Nick you don't understand. Demi is twenty-two, right?"

I sigh. "Yes."

"So it means she is not underage and she is her own person under the light of law, right?"

Where is she going with this? "Yes."

"Well how old is Frankie?" She sighs. "Or as a matter of fact how old are Demi's sisters?"

Suddenly I realise what they're going to do. "They're all underage."

"Exactly—"

"Tell me they're not writing Joe and Demi off as their children and that they are not having a—"

"They are. And basically they are in the study room as we speak, all four of them with both of their family lawyers and are working on a statement that clearly states that if either Joe or Demi or anyone who assosiates with either of them are to step a foot in five meters near both Lovato and Jonas family...they'll be arrested."

I groan. What the hell? "How did they even get a warrant for that? What false accusations have they invented now?"

"I have no idea. I've tried listening in, but your mother almost caught me so I thought it would be better to call you in time for you to figure out a way to undo this."

Fuck. This is exactly what they want. If we can't come to them it means we won't be able to go to court, which means we won't be able to show that Demi is healthy and will be an amazing mother.

"Thanks, Raq." I whisper.

"It's really nothing." I hear rustiling on the other end. "Shit, I think they've finished. I gotta go. Kisses, bye."

"Kisses," I whisper, looking away as the line goes dead. I lower my phone down just in time as the door in front of me open and a really exhausted Miley walks out. The moment she sees me she smiles.

"Hey good-looking." I say as she sits down next to me.

"I am dead tired." She says and lowers her head on my shoulder. I place my cheek on her hair and close my eyes. "Victoria is asleep and they've taken Amber Ray to the nurses..."

I kiss her head and look down at her. "Well then do you want to go home?"

Miley

It feels strange to stand on my doorstep, the beginning of this whole mess I got myself in, with Nick holding my hand. Yet in the same time, I don't know what I would do if he were to disappear.

I close my eyes as the front door slam behind us, and I pull Nick in silence towards the kitchen. Strangely, I don't feel embarrased by our lack of whealth, or by the fact that I probably look really bad since I've been at the hospital the whole day.

"So this is where you live." Nick states and I giggle at how amazed he seems to be as he walks around the living room that seers on from the kitchen and looks at the old photos of me.

"This is where I live." I open the fridge and pull out some orange juice. "Are you hungry?" I call out to him, but he's already disappeared down the hallway, looking through rooms as I open each cupboard, relieved to find each stocked with food.

Ariana seems to have kept her promise.

And now I have to keep mine.

"Nick?" I call out. Three minutes pass and he's at the doorstep smiling proudly at me.

"Yes, gorgeous?" He winks.

I start walking towards him, swaying my hips just a bit. "Can you do me a little," I place my thumb and point finger a bit apart. "favor, please?" Stretching the 'please' part until I lose breath.

"Of course I can." He says, brushing his thumb across my cheek affectionately.

It is not fair what I'm doing, neither am I a good person, but seeing Amber today...something in me clicked. I am Amber's godmother and only other family except Victoria that she has. And it is my duty to protect her, and if writing this article about a guy I think I love, is something that will provide Amber to have a future then so be it. I will write the article.

"Could you cook dinner while I hop in the shower?" I ask, pressing my lips to his neck. He takes a deep breath and I feel the hairs on his neck rise. I swallow the lump that magically appeared inside my throat and move slightly away.

"Sure babe." He gives me a kiss on my forehead and moves towards the fridge when I stop him by pulling on his hand.

"Wait," I close my eyes for a second. This is the last time, the last time I will let myself feel. "Kiss me." I say, then open my eyes only to see Nick retracing his steps and taking me in his arms. Then our lips crash. It's not as needy and as hot as I thought it would be. It's more raw, there is more emotion in it and as much as I don't want to admit it, I see fireworks behind my eyes.

And in that moment I realise that I do love Nick Jonas. With my full heart. And in that moment I pull away, pecking his lips once more before heading upstairs knowing that the next few days are going to be hell.

"I have it." I say into the reciever as I stare at the word document flashing on my iPad. I glance for a second at the steamy shower next to me as I sit on the toilet seat, tiping the last few words.

"Finally some good news." Her itchy voice makes me gag. "Is it all done? You've got great timing girl, with you staying in New York and all."

I hear an another crack from downstairs. Every time I hear sounds coming from the kitchen, I remember Nick and his senciere eyes as he whispered to me that he loved me last night and I glance back at the screen and my stomach drops.

Why is the right thing always the wrong thing?

I press a few times with my fingers and an email message appears on my tablet. I sigh. "I've only got the first page, but I'm sending it to you as we speak. It should be on your computer in a second." I press send after I check the address.

"Disappointing but still, anything is better than nothing, right?" I can imagine her clicking away on her computer in her lonely apartment. Yet still, the engagement ring on Ariana's finger flashes in front of me as if it is a mistery that I have the answer to.

"Right," I manage to get out as I dip my feet into the hot water. Much to my dismay, I actually enjoy it. I need a good relaxation.

"Well if that is all I have a business dinner to attend. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Wait—Ariana!" I call out to her. I hear her sigh and I know it's my cue to talk. "I was wondering...Will it be out by tomorrow?"

Her answer doesn't come as a surprise. "Yes." So this is my last night of being free handed. With that final word the line goes dead.

And with it goes my heart.

"Miles, hey dinner is served. " Nick says through the door. I get up from the toilet seat and take off my clothes then casually place a towel around my body.

I open the door softly. "I'll be downstairs in a second."

Ten minutes later, we're both sitting at the table, eating some pasta with tomato sauce. "This is delicious," I say as I stab some green salad from my plate. I'm actually pretty shocked to see that Nick can cook too.

What can't he do?

"It's just pasta and tomato sauce." He waves my comment off and instead focuses on his plate. I can see there is something worrying him, and as his eyes glance back onto mine, I realise what it is.

It's about last night.

What am I supposed to say to him? That I love him back? That I have never ever felt like this with anyone before? Because all of that is true, but what does all that matter when I can't be with him after all of this is over?

"Miley..."

Before he can say anything else I reach for his hand across the table. "I know what you're going to say and...after what my ex-boyfriend did to me, I'm just not ready to say it back so soon." Even though I mean it. With my whole heart.

He gives me a small smile. "You're something else, Miley. And I hope I get to prove to you that not all love stories end."

But ours will.

A/N: I am sorry. I really am. And I know this sucks, but the next chapter will be better because I actually have drama planned out. And I know you're all like 'wtf she uploaded' and yes, I uploaded and this story is back on track people! I have a plan on how to finish it so be ready for it. I think it has gone long enough, eh. :) I hope I do get support from you guys, because it is the most important thing and it's YOU, every one of you readers, that make me sit in my chair and write.