Golden Girl: Nick Jonas x Reader

VII

nickjonas You make my heart skip a beat.

"Darling, I don't think steak is supposed to look like that." Nick teased as he watched me murder the steak Mrs. Jonas entrusted me to make.

I rolled my eyes at him. It was the Christmas holiday of 2010, the Jonases were so gracious enough to have me over. It has been happening for years now, that I would be invited to celebrate with them and my family let me join, much to my delight.

"Oh hush you. If you want to give comments, come over here and help me." I teased back as Mrs. Jonas came over and instructed me what to do, "Thank you, Mrs. Jonas. Sorry I burned this one."

Denise Jonas smiled kindly, "That is not a problem, Nick can have that piece."

I laughed and went towards Nick who was watching me. "How about you make yourself useful and help me out over here, Nicholas."

He responded by standing and giving me a quick kiss before he started cooking one steak. "This one is yours, by the way."

I sneaked behind him and wrapped my arms around him. Nick feels so warm and solid under my touch. "I'll miss you while you're on tour with your band. Come back quickly, okay?"

"Baby," He laid his free hand on my arm, "I'll be back before you know it. Get yourself ready for your audition after New Year, okay?"

I nodded, "I will."

"You're amazing. You'll get that role, I know it." He has been there for me since day one. My boyfriend. My best friend. My biggest fan. Nick Jonas is my favorite person in the world and all the love I felt for him is unexplainable. "It is just a matter of time until you land that dream movie."

I smiled at his encouragement. I have not been working for months and Nick has been busy with his own career that this quiet moment is so rare now unlike when we were younger.

"Thank you, Nicky." I gave him a squeeze before letting go. "I smell something burning."

Needless to say, Nick and I enjoyed really dark well done steaks for dinner. Frankie poked fun at us saying that if we do get married, we have to rely on take outs to survive because our food is inedible. Joe suggested we get a personal chef. Kevin was not around that day because he and Danielle were still in their honeymoon.

"Nicholas?"
"Yes, Y/N?"

I turned to the Jonas who was sitting beside me on the sofa. Nick had his arm around me, I felt safe. His parents went to bed early and his brothers were in their rooms. Nick and I decided to watch a movie before going to bed.

I lifted my head and looked at his face, "I love you."

Nick's lips twisted into a smile, "And I am in love with you too, baby." He leaned and gave my forehead a kiss. "You know that right?"

"I do." How could I not? He always sound so honest, so sincere whenever he tells me he loves me. "What if things change? I'm scared."

Nick rubbed my back comfortingly, "Everything changes, Y/N. We just have to be able to cope up. But I want you to know something."

I looked at him.

"Everything may change but trust that my love for you is constant." He said softly, "You are the love of my life. I loved you then, I love you now, and I will love you in the future."

"I believe you."

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Five days.

We haven't been talking for five days. How could he?

My life was not going the way I planned it. I barely have work these days and I keep on getting potential calls only to be beaten out by hotter actresses. I didn't know what I've been doing with my life and this is definitely not how I saw myself when I was back in Disney.

To top it off, Nick was always so busy to notice. I tried to put on a happy face whenever he's around but he knows my life is not going so great. But he's so busy now and I was taking the backseat to how he's slowly reaching his dreams one by one.

As much as I didn't want to admit it, I was getting so paranoid that one day he'll get tired of me and find someone better, more successful than I could ever be.

I couldn't help but overthink, especially during days like this when he wouldn't even send me just one text updating me about his life.

And I hate this feeling that I have to wait for the media to know what is happening with my boyfriend's life.

I heard my phone receive a message. Finally, I thought as I grabbed my phone.

Hey baby. Sorry. I'm sorry. I can't come home this weekend. See you when I'm free?

Did he remember why he had to come home this weekend?

Okay. Take care.

I replied as I bit back my tears.

Guess I'll spend our anniversary alone.