JEALOUS. By msheeley13 by The archive
Summary: Nick Jonas: World famous rockstar, one third of the world famous Jonas Brothers. He grew up with Disney, being told what he couldn’t do. Now he’s past that, he’s showing the world who he truly is. But is this the person everyone thought he would be? He comes off as arrogant, rude, and most call him a douche-bag. He doesn’t want that image either. He wants to be himself but doesn’t know how to show it.

Elena Riviera: A loner, a nobody from Houston, Texas who wants to make it big in the big city of Los Angeles. She never thought she’d end up as Nick Jonas’s personal assistant. It wasn’t how she pictured her life, but she wouldn’t change it for anything. She’s the girl that sees the real Nick Jonas. And now, it’s her job to show the rest of the world the real Nick Jonas, the man she fell in love with. Even though he may not know.
Categories: Jonas Brothers, Jonas Brothers > Family, Jonas Brothers > Friendship, Jonas Brothers > Romance Characters: Danielle Jonas, Demi Lovato, Frankie Jonas, Joe Jonas, Kevin Jonas, Nick Jonas, O/c Character
Challenges:
Series: None
Chapters: 3 Completed: No Word count: 15196 Read: 5147 Published: 05/14/2020 Updated: 05/23/2020
Story Notes:
Okay, you're probably going to hate me because I've started yet another story and I'm
about to have a total of three open stories, but I promise they will all be finished in due time.

Now, about this story. I got really inspired about everything that Nick's doing in New York and I was wondering what it would like to be witnessing this as one of Nick's friends. So I came up with this. I hope this story focuses more on Nick's image and career as well as a little love in there. I have a lot planned and I just hope you all like it!

Enjoy!
(Also, would anyone like to make me a banner? I would love you forever!)
Note from The Archive: This story was originally posted on September 12, 2014 and last updated on February 11, 2015

1. Elena's POV by The archive

2. Nick's POV by The archive

3. Elena's POV by The archive

Elena's POV by The archive
Author's Notes:
As I've been writing this story, I've fallen in love with it and I hope you all like it too!
I tap my foot against the floor impatiently, constantly glancing between the door and the producers, becoming more and more impatient the longer I have to wait. He was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago. He promised that he would be here on time and that I could trust him to get here on his own without needing to give him a wakeup call. I knew I should I have called him. I knew this asshole would do this to me and make me look like a fool once again. I worked my ass off to get him this interview, to get him this publicity and once again he’s showed me that he’s not worth my time. But he’s my boss so I keep doing it, over and over again until I’m blue in the face and screaming his name.

“Ms. Riviera, we would like to get the interviews started soon,” Paul, the main producer says, walking up to me. He’s just as fed up with Nick as I am, but he’s only worked with him for the last few months. He’s got nothing on my three years.

“He should be here any moment,” I tell him, putting a polite smile on my face.

“You said that ten minutes ago,” he points out. I could seriously kill Nick Jonas at this moment.

“Right, let me just call him. I’ll be right back,” I tell him, pulling my phone from my purse as I start to walk away, knowing my anger will boil over and that’s the last thing they need to here. I quickly dial Nick’s number and wait for him to answer so I can cuss him out. But just like the last five times I called him, it goes straight to voicemail and I let out a loud groan.

“Hey, it’s Nick. You know what to do,” he says, his arrogant voice echoing.

“¿Dónde diablos estás? Es mejor estar aquí en cinco segundos o voy a matarte mientras duermes . Teodio,” I catch myself speaking Spanish and I let out a sigh. This only happens when I’m extremely pissed.

“Where the fuck are you, Nick. You were supposed to be here thirty minutes ago. I’m two seconds away from hunting you down and killing you myself,”

“Well, you sound pleasant,” I hear him say from behind me. I spin around quickly and find him standing behind me, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans and a smug smirk on his lips. I could literally kill him right now. I shove my phone back into my purse and glare at him, trying to formulate a response that isn’t a slue of cuss words, Spanish and English.

“You might want to wipe that scowl off your pretty face, it’ll cause wrinkles,” he teases, trying to make light of the situation, but I am in no mood to deal with him.

“Where the hell were you?” I hiss. “I told you to be here at eight and it’s going on nine! Do you realize how big of a fool you made me look like? Do you know how hard it was to get this interview? I could seriously kill you right now,”

“I’m sorry, Lena. But I’m here now, isn’t that good enough?”

“No, it’s not. I don’t have time to deal with you. Get your ass over there before I kill you,” I tell him, shoving him hard in the chest. He just chuckles and leans in to press a kiss to my cheek.

“Morning, Ellie,” he says softly causing me to let out a groan.

“Get over there, Jonas,” I tell him. “And stop calling me that. I hate that fucking name,”

“Whatever you say, Ellie,” he says, rolling his eyes as he walks over to the set of producers at the table. Now that Nick is finally here they can get the interview over with. I take a seat on one of the chairs provided and watch them, mainly watching Nick. Even after three years with working with this kid it still amazes me how he acts during an interview, it’s completely different from the real Nick. And he constantly wonders why people call him an egotistical asshole. Even though he’s at ease under the cameras, he doesn’t smile, answers the questions simply, and just wants to get through it. I let out a sigh and pick at my nails, a nervous habit. I just want the world to see the Nick Jonas I know. With this new TV show and his new album coming out, I’m
desperately trying to change his image. I mean, it is what I was hired for three years ago. Apparently, I’ve done a pretty shitty job. But Nick is stubborn as hell. I let out a sigh, my mind wandering to the very first time I met Nick.

“Usted puede hacer esto. Usted tiene esta. You can do this Elena. You’ve got this,” I breathe, staring at my reflection. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my ragged breathing.

“I mean it’s not like you’re going to an interview to be the personal assistant for Nick fucking Jonas or anything. It’s just an interview. But I want this job,” I whine, still staring at myself in the mirror of the bathroom. Thank god no one was in here or I’d look like a complete freak. Here I am, a shy nineteen year old girl walking into the interview of a lifetime. There’s no way I’m getting the job, but just the thought of being in front of a Jonas Brother has my stomach flip flopping all over the place. I take one last deep breath and then push myself away from the sink.

“Yo creo. I believe,” I mumble to myself before turning and walking out of the bathr
oom. As I’m walking down the hallway to the front desk, I nervously pick at the hem of my skirt, trying to fix the wrinkles so I don’t look like a complete slob. I should have dressed a little nicer. I mean it’s Nick Jonas for fuck’s sake. I look up right as my body collides with another rock hard body, sending me straight to the ground.

“Oof,” I breathe, landing flat on my ass.

“Ah shit. Are you okay?” the person asks. When I glance up, I let out a gasp as I come face to face withnone other than Nick Jonas.

“Are you... are you okay?” he asks again when I don’t respond. I quickly recover and nod as I try to stand up. He holds out his hand for me, helping me to my feet.

“I’m really sorry about that. I was looking at my phone and I’m late to this interview,”

“I know,” I breathe.

“What?” he asks, confusion written on his face.

“I’m Elena Riviera, the girl you’re supposed to be interviewing,” I tell him, giving him a sheepishly smile.

“Oh, well, um, this is awkward. I guess—I guess we should go to the office,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Let me just go tell Jessica that I’m taking you back,”

I nod softly and then watch him walk up to the desk. He turns and gives me a polite smile before
motioning me to walk into the room. I follow behind him and then sit down on the chair across from his desk.

“Let me just start off by saying that I’m really sorry about running into you and knocking you down,” he says, a cute apologetic smile on his face.

“It’s okay, Mr. Jonas. Really, I’m fine,” I tell him.

“I’m glad to hear. And please, call me Nick. Mr. Jonas sounds old and creepy. I can’t be that much older than you,” he says. “So I guess we should get this started,”

“I guess so,” I mumble awkwardly. I fold my hands together and place them on my lap, feeling nervous and intimidated in front of him. I’ve never felt like this in front of a guy. I’ve always been Lena Riviera, Puerto Rican beauty that scare any man and get any man she wants.

“You’re only nineteen, right?” he asks and I simply nod in response. “Do you go to school or anything?”

“I’m currently a sophomore at UCLA majoring in Public Relations,”

“You realize that if I was to hire you, you’d have to stop right? Because you would be traveling with me wherever I went. Even when we’d be here I’d need you in the studio, in interviews, on set, wherever I went,”

“I’d like to think I’d have my own life outside of my job,” I tell him bluntly. “But honestly, it wouldn’t matter. I’d make time. I’ve already planned on taking more online classes to make up for the hours and traveling wouldn’t affect that as long as I had internet and a computer,”

“I don’t think you understand quite how difficult this job is going to be,” he chuckles.

“I don’t think you understand just how much I’m capable of. You may think that I’m just some silly, little girl. But you’re wrong, Mr. Jonas. I’ve dealt with a lot and I could deal with you. But actually, I don’t want this job anymore. I hope you can find some else that’s willing to put up with you,” I tell him, standing up quickly and walking out of the room without another word. I make it halfway down the hall, my nude heels clicking behind me as I rush out of the office building in my haste.

“Elena!” I hear someone call my name. I stop and turn, finding Nick running down the hallway towards me.

“What?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You got the job,” he says, giving me a crooked grin.

“What?” I ask again, utterly confused by the man standing in front of me.

“The job. It’s yours if you want it and I think you do. I need someone pushy, someone young, someone that doesn’t take my shit, and someone that can be a little bitchy. I want to change my image completely and I think you’re the girl to do it. So, the jobs yours,”

“Who says I want the job,”

“I think you do, Ms. Riviera,” he says, taunting me.

“You’re jumping to conclusions, Mr. Jonas. How about I think on and get back to you?”

“Oh, um, I guess that’d be okay,” he stutters, shocked by my answer. He thought he was going to get what he wanted so easily? Wrong, Jonas. You don’t mess with Elena Riviera.

“Here’s my number,” he says, handing me his card. I give him a small smile, continuing to mess with him. He nods once and then turns around to walk back into his office.

“Hey Jonas,” I call out, causing him to turn around sharply. I give him a smile and he watches me carefully.

“I thought about it and I’ll take it,” I tell him, a grin forming on his face.

“Who says the position is still open?” he teases.

“You’d be lost without me, Jonas. Call me with the information. I’ll start Monday morning,” I tell him, I turn around to walk out for good this time, but something pops into my mind.

“No ensucie conmigo de Nuevo. Don’t mess with me, Jonas, I always come out on the winning side,”

“We’ll see about that, won’t we Riviera?”

Now here I am three years later.

Over the years, Nick and I just grew closer and he’s so much more than just my boss now, he’s my best friend, but that’s only because we spend basically every second together. Our relationship wasn’t the only thing that changed over the years. Nick did too. He grew up from his Disney image and now with Kingdom and his new album, he’s changing even more and I want to credit for a little of it. Nick hired me because I wasn’t afraid of him. He told me he wanted to change his image so that’s what I did. I pushed him to do the things he didn’t want to do, but both of us knew he could do it. I pushed him out of his comfort zone so he could be the person he wanted to be and now I’m slowly watching him get what he wants, what he deserves. And I’m so proud.

“Yo Lena,” I hear him call out, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glance up and find him standing in front of me, laughing his ass off at me.

“What?” I ask, looking up at him.

“Where were you? You looked completely out of it,”

“I was reminding myself why I took this job in the first place,” I tell him, standing up and grabbing my purse. I pull my phone out of my pocket and glance through his schedule. Thanks to his tardiness, we’re nearly thirty minutes behind schedule. I let out a sigh and turn to him.

“You need be at the studio like thirty minutes ago. JT should already be there and you need to finish laying out the vocals for the last track,”

“What would I do without you, Riviera?” he asks, throwing his arm over my shoulder.

“Miss everything you have scheduled. Which brings me back to being pissed at you. Why the hell were you late this morning? I told you twenty times last night what time to be here. I even set your fucking alarm. You promised you wouldn’t need a wakeup call,”

“Wouldn’t have worked anyway. My phone died, which is why I never answered your calls and now I get to listen to your pissy Spanish voicemails. If you must know, I was busy with Olivia this morning,”

“You were fucking?” I hiss. “Seriously I could kill you. Your penis gets you in more trouble than
anything. I’m this close to chopping it off,”

“You’re funny, Riviera,”

“I’m serious, Jonas,” I tell him, shoving his arm off of me as we walk out to the parking lot.

“Are you coming to the studio?” he asks as we reach his black Mustang.

“Don’t I always?” I ask, throwing my purse into the back seat and sliding into the passenger side. The ride to the studio is only filled with the music coming from the radio as Nick focuses on the road and my eyes are glued to my phone screen, trying to figure out his schedule for the next few weeks. There was so much going on, but so much more that needed to happen. I let out a sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling my headache coming on.

“Why are you always glued to that thing? That’s gotta be bad for your health,” Nick says, snatching my phone away from me and throwing it into the back seat.

“I was using that, asshole,” I tell him, reaching back and grabbing it once again. “And I’m glued to it because it holds my entire life. And yours. If I lost this thing, you’d be fucked,”

“I would be fine,” he says, rolling his eyes. “I can live without you, you know?”

“Ha! Funny joke! You couldn’t last a day without me and this morning proved it. If it wasn’t for me, they would have cancelled the interview long before you showed up. And without this precious gem, you wouldn’t ever know your schedule. Face it, Jonas, you can’t live without me,”

“Whatever, Lena, whatever,” he says, shaking his head. Even though he refuses to admit, he knows it’s the truth. “Do you ever think that you spend too much time focusing on my life?” he asks.

“It’s my job, Nick,” I tell him, rolling my eyes. “You hired me to organize your life. I kinda have to focus on your life,”

“Don’t you think it’s too much? I mean, when I first hired you, you were still in school and dead set on finishing on time. Now you have taken any classes for a year and a half. You don’t date, you don’t do things for yourself,”

“Will you stop? I have a life outside of you,” I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I just... you do too much for me, Lena. I don’t want you to give up your own dreams, your dad would be so pissed at me if he knew you quit school,” he says, glancing at me for a moment. My heart squeezes inside of chest at the thought of my dad and I stare out onto the road. I don’t want to have this conversation with him right now, or ever for that matter.

“This is my job, Nick,” I tell him. “I like my job, I like my life. I have a life outside of you. I have
friends, I have a boyfriend. My father would be happy for me because I’m happy. I’m done with this conversation,”

“Don’t be stubborn,” he says, rolling his eyes.

“I’m not, I just... I don’t want to talk about this,” I tell him, still looking straight ahead as tears brim in my eyes.

“Okay,” he says as we pull into the parking lot of the studio. Just like every day, we head into the studio where Nick flashes the girl at the desk a smile and a wink, nearly making her drop dead right there. I roll my eyes at him and smack the back of his head as we enter the elevator. Sometimes I wonder if he remembers he has a girlfriend, he’s like the biggest flirt on the face of the planet. When we make it to the studio, JT is already setting up. Today is supposed to be our final day in the studio and if it isn’t I might have to kill Nick. At the beginning of this album Nick told me that we’d be done in no time, that was six months ago. I planned on being done by the time “Chains” came out, but that was last week and we’re still in the studio. I love Nick to death, but he seriously needs to get his shit together.

“Last day, right boys?” I ask, dropping down onto the seat next to JT.

“We’ll see,” Nick says, dropping his stuff onto the table.

“No, Nick. No ‘we’ll see’. We leave tomorrow for New York to pick out the album artwork. It has to be done today. Otherwise, your producers are going to kill me and then I’m going to kill you. It gets done today,”

“Okay, princess. I’ll do my best,” he says, walking into the recording area. I roll my eyes at him and slide the headphones over my ears.

“You all bicker like a married couple,” John chuckles. I flash him a glare right as my phone rings and I let out a sigh, pulling it from my purse. I swear, this thing never stops ringing. My face drops even more when I see Olivia’s name on my screen. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a great girl and I have no problem with her, but why the hell does she call me instead of her boyfriend.

“Hi Olivia,” I breathe into the phone, trying not to sound annoyed.

“Hey, Lena, is Nick busy? He hasn’t been answering his phone,” she says. I roll my eyes at her comment. Of course he’s busy, we’re always busy.

“Yeah, he’s in the sound booth right now. Do you want me to tell him anything? He probably won’t be done for a while,”

“Just remind him of our dinner tonight. I really don’t want him to forget this time,”

“He won’t, Liv, I’ll make sure of it. It’s on my calendar and everything,” I tell her, smiling softly.

“Thanks, Lena, you’re the best. I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. And I’m sorry for
calling you, I just... I miss him,”

“I know you do. I’ll remind him, but I gotta go right now,” I tell her. She mumbles a bye and then I hang up, letting out a long sigh. And now you can add relationship guru to my long list of things I do for Nick.

“What did Livy poo want this time?” John asks.

“She wanted me to remind him of their date, not like it already wasn’t on my calendar,” I tell him, rolling my eyes. Like I said, I literally have Nick’s entire life planned out in my phone. John lets out a laugh and I punch him in the arm. John, as well as most of the other guys, aren’t too fond of Olivia, and for the record, I’m not either. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with her, but she’s just... always there. It gets annoying rather quickly, but if she makes Nick happy, then I’ll deal with her
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One of my favorite things in the world is to watch Nick sing. Whether it’s in a bar, in a hotel room, on a stage in front of thousands, or in the studio, it doesn’t matter. I love it because I get to see who Nick really is. The very first time he took me into the studio, I had no idea what to expect, but the entire time I had a huge ass grin written on my face, just like I do right now. It doesn’t matter how many times I see him like this, each one is a brand new experience and I love every second of it. I don’t know how long we’ve been here today, but the time just seems to fly by when I’m listening to his smooth, perfect voice.

“That kid has got it,” John says, grinning at me. “He’s going to make it big this time, I can feel it. And it’s all because of you, Riviera,”

“No, no this is all Nick,” I tell him, bobbing my head to ‘Jealous’

“No, Lena, without you, he wouldn’t be doing this. He grew up with Disney. He grew up being told what he could and couldn’t do and then he hired you and you told him to fuck it all. You pushed him out of his comfort zone, you gave him the confidence to show the world who Nick Jonas really is. This wouldn’t be happening without, Elena Riviera, never forget that,” he says, causing a blush to creep up on my cheeks.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I do believe that is a wrap,” Nick says, practically grinning from ear to ear, still sitting behind the mic in the recording booth. My smile grows wider as the weight falls off my shoulders. We’ve been in the studio for four long months trying to figure everything out for this album and it feels absolutely amazing to be done with it. At least the recording part of the album, now we get to do the fun stuff.

“Perfecto! Absolutely perfect, Nick,” I tell him as he walks out. “Now can we get food, I’m like
starving,”

“Seriously? That’s the first thing out of your mouth?” he asks, honestly looking a little hurt. I let out a sigh and roll my eyes.

“I’ve been telling you for months how much I love this album and how I can’t wait for the world to hear it. And I can’t wait for the world to see Nick 2.0. But I’ve been here all day and I’ve only had a bagel this morning so I’m not functioning properly. I need food,”

“Fine, fine, we can go get food. But you gotta cook,” he says, grabbing his iPad and phone from the table. I let out a sigh of relief and grab my purse from the floor, practically skipping out of the room. Nick follows behind, laughing as he does so at my childish antics. I hop into the elevator and press the button repeatedly until the door finally closes, taking us downstairs.

“You need to chill out, Riviera,” Nick laughs as I burst through the door, practically running to Nick’s car. The ride to my apartment is a short one, it only being ten minutes away from the studio. I did that on purpose. When I bought this place a year ago, I knew I would practically be living at the studio with Nick so I rented the closest place I could get. Andi love this city with my whole heart so I want to be as close to it’s heart as possible. Nick doesn’t get why I love this city so much. He always questions why I live here instead of somewhere like Toluca Lake like him. He just doesn’t get it. Ever since I moved here from my grand state of Texas, I fell in love with the city. There’s nothing like LA and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“You want paella?” I ask, dropping my purse on the floor of my studio apartment.

“You know the way to my heart,” he groans, walking over to the couch and plopping down as he flips on the TV. I roll my eyes at him and make my way into the kitchen area. Nick absolutely hates my apartment, mainly only because it’s a studio apartment and he says I have no privacy. But I like the openness, I feel free, like I can do whatever the hell I want in here. And I do have privacy. Although the first floor is completely open, minus the bathroom, the spiral staircase leads up to my loft bedroom, giving me all the privacy I need. I quickly busy myself in the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients for the paella. I have to make a few substitutions, but it should be okay. Being Puerto Rican pretty much guarantees that I can cook like nobody’s business and I learned all my skills from my mother. I used to love to watch her in the kitchen when I was a little girl and the older I got, the more she let me help. And now I’ve almost perfected all of her famous dishes. I can’t make a lasagna worth a shit, but I can make paella and pastelillos that are literally to die for.

“Need help?” I hear Nick ask, pulling me out of my thoughts. I hand him some of the tomatoes to chop up and he gladly gets started.

“When you’re done put them in the water,” I tell him, throwing some more of the vegetables into the pan. We settle into an easy rhythm as we cook, the only sounds coming from the pan in front of us and Nick’s soft humming. I smile to myself at how easy this all is. Never in a million years did I picture my life like this.

“So, how’s it going with Kyle?” Nick asks, breaking the silence and nudging my shoulder. I let out a long sigh and stir the paella, trying to formulate an answer.

“It’s... it’s good,” I finally tell him.

“Well that doesn’t sound promising. What’s going on? Did something happen?” he asks, sounding truly concerned.

“Nothing happened,” I tell him quickly. “I don’t know. I like Kyle. A lot. I just... it’s not the same as it used to be. It was so easy, but now it’s so hard to just see each other,”

“That’s what happens with relationships, they grow, they get harder, but that doesn’t mean you give up the second it gets hard. You work for it, Lena,”

“What if it isn’t worth working for?” I ask, looking up at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, we want completely different things. He wants to go out and get plastered and go to clubs every night of the week. He said it himself the other night that he never wanted to settle down and have kids. I want that. I want to settle down and have kids. I mean, I know I’m only twenty one, but still. I want to get married eventually and have kids. He’s just... he’s a great guy and I really, really like him, but we’re just too different,” I tell him, glancing back down at the pan to divert my attention. I never intended to open up that much to him, but once I started I couldn’t stop.

“You’ll find that, Ellie,” he says softly, running his fingers through my hair to rest his hand on my back.

“This is about done,” I tell him, changing the subject quickly. “Will you grab some bowls?”

“Yeah, sure,” he says, dropping his hand. I quickly turn off the burners and pour half of my delicious creation into a bowl for Nick and the rest in a bowl for me. I follow him to the couch where I curl up in the corner as he watches SportsCenter. I roll my eyes and stretch my legs out over his lap.

“Oh!” I exclaim, startling Nick who jumps and glances at me. “I’m supposed to remind you about your date with Liv tonight. Don’t forget or she’ll be pissed at me,”

“Did she call you again?” he asks in a sigh.

“Yeah. You gotta start remembering, Jonas. She just misses you, you know? That’s why she does it. You’ve both been super busy and she’s knows it’s just going to get worse from here,”

“I know,” he sighs. “I miss her too,”

“She really loves you,” I tell him softly, almost afraid to say the words. He just glances at me and lets a smile grow across his face. It’s one of those sappy, lovesick smiles and he looks absolutely adorable. It makes my heart leap inside my chest, but it quickly falls when he opens her mouth.

“I really love her too, Lena. Like, really, really love her,” he says. “I’ve been looking at rings,”

“You’ve been what?” I exclaim, sitting up on the couch.

“Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want anyone to know just yet. I’m just thinking about it. I haven’t decided yet. I just... I keep thinking about it,”

“I’m happy for you, Nick,” I tell him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I breathe, smiling at him. He smiles too and then his eyes return to the TV, ending the
conversation just like that. I let out a sigh and try to focus on something other than my best friend getting engaged. Nick ends up stay for about another hour and we end up just watching TV, taking advantage of the free moment we had. Tomorrow we leave for New Y
ork and there won’t be any free time from here on out. As excited as I am for Nick, sometimes I wish my life wasn’t as hectic. But then I remember how much I love my job and it makes it all worth it.

“I should probably go,” Nick says, glancing at his phone. I nod and stand up to walk him out. He leans in and presses a kiss to my cheek and I smile at how sweet he is.

“Night, Lena. Good luck with Kyle,” he says, giving me a knowing look.

“Goodnight, Nick,” I breathe, watching him walk towards the elevator. Once he’s inside it, I shut the door and lean against it, letting out a shaky breath. I guess I should mention something. I, Elena Marie Riviera, am hopelessly in love with Nicholas Jerry Jonas and he just broke my heart when he said he wanted to marry Olivia.
End Notes:
Well...? Let me know if you like this so I know if I should continue iy.
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Author's Notes:
Hey guys! Since you all were amazing with your reviews last time I decided to go on and post the next chapter. I've decided to split the povs just so you can get insight on both Elena and Nick's thoughts on their relationship. I mainly did this for what's to come in the future because I want you all to understsnd everything. I hope you all enjoy
When I make it back to my house from Lena’s apartment I quickly hop in the shower to wash off from the day. I quickly dress in a pair of jeans with a white V-neck and pull on my leather jacket. My hair is still cut short from filming so I don’t have to do anything to it and instead splash on a little bit of aftershave, knowing Olivia loves it. I shove my feet into my loafers and then I’m headed down the stairs, petting Elvis on the head on my way out the door. I hop into my Mustang and then I’m driving down the familiar streets to her house. It isn't far from mine and I’ve always wondered why she didn’t move in with me. We’re always at each other’s places anyway and it would just make things a hell of a lot easier. Plus, whenever I’m home, I’d have her home too. And that thought makes me giddy inside. When I finally make it to her house, I slide out of the car and let myself in, knowing she doesn’t care.

“Liv?” I call out, a smile spreading across my face. I spot her figure at the top of the stairs, leaning over the balcony railing.

“Hi,” she says, smiling down at me. I grin up at her and then hurry up the stairs, taking two at a time. When I reach her, I grab her by the hips and press my lips to hers, feeling her melt against me. I groan when I feel her arms wrap around my neck. It’s been way too long since I’ve seen her.

“Hi,” I breathe, pulling away to look up at her.

“I like this kind of greeting. We should do this more often,” she says.

“I love you,” I mumble against her lips.

“I love you too, Nicky,” she giggles. “What’s gotten into you tonight?”

“I’m just happy,” I tell her. And I couldn’t put it any other way. After finally telling Lena about the fact that I’ve been thinking about proposing caused a weight to be lifted off my shoulders. It felt so good to tell someone. And to have my best friend happy for me made everything that much better.

“You ready?” I ask, pulling away from her again.

“Just let me get my purse,” she says, walking back into her bedroom. When she comes back out, I grab her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together as I lead her down the stairs. She locks up her house and then Iwalk her out to the car, opening her door before sliding into the driver seat.

“This feels good. I’ve missed this,” she says, rubbing her thumb over the back of my hand as I drive down the streets. I let out a sigh. This does feel good, to be going out with her again. It’s been a week since we’ve seen each other and after I leave for New York who knows what the schedule will be like.

“I wish there was more time for this,” she says softly.

“I know, baby. I do too. But Lena has got me scheduled so tight I barely have time to breathe. And with the album coming out soon she’s trying to fit in as much as possible,”

“Trust me, I know,” she says, pulling her hand away from mine. “I just—never mind,”

“Liv, what is it?” I ask, placing my hand on her knee.

“Did you ever think to ask her to give you a break? To not schedule so much in such a short amount of time? You’re going to go crazy with all this stuff,”

“It has to be done. Lena... she works magic with this. She knows how to get me the publicity I need and how to make it work. I trust her. It might be a lot, but if Lena thinks this will work, if she thinks it’ll make me big again, without my brothers, I’ll do it,”

“Okay,” she says softly. “Just don’t forget about me,”

“I could never forget about you baby,” I tell her, lacing our fingers together once again. We finally make it to the restaurant and I open Liv’s door before handing the valet my keys and walking her inside. As usual the front of the restaurant is a mess with paparazzi and I squeeze Olivia’s hand, keeping her close to me. We ignore there shouted questions and let them get the pictures they want as we walk inside. I breathe a sigh of relief and glance at Olivia. She looks calm and collected as usual, a thing I’m extremely thankful for. She gets it. Being Miss Universe, she understands what it’s like to be under the spotlight and have all eyes on her.

“I love you, you know,”

“I love you too,” she says as the hostess finally leads us to our seats. I order a glass of wine before I order my usual.

“So how was today?” Olivia asks.

“The same as usual. I had some interviews about Kingdom this morning and Lena almost killed me for being late,” I tell her, chuckling slightly as I remember how pissed she was. She was even angrier in the voice mails she left me.“Then we just went into the studio for a while and then hung out at her place,”

“You went back to her place?” she asks, raising her eyebrows.

“Yeah, we were hungry so she just made lunch for us,” I tell her with a shrug.

“At her apartment?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Liv, it’s not that big of a deal. We’re together all the time, you know this. Why are you making such a big deal about it? It’s been like this for the past three years,”

“I know, I just... I hate the fact that she gets to see you more than me. You’re my boyfriend,”

“And you’re my girlfriend. I’m sorry that I’ve been so busy, but it’s just crazy with the album. It’ll settle down eventually and we’ll be back to normal,”

“I miss normal,” she says softly. I reach across the table and take her hand in mine, bringing it to my lips.

“No matter how crazy my life gets, I love you. That will never change,” I tell her. She smiles at me and that lets me know that for right now, we’re okay. The rest of the dinner is easy, the conversation is easy just like it always has been. I avoid talking about Elena just because I know it’s a touchy subject at the moment. After we leave the restaurant I head back to Olivia’s and after a couple of more drinks we end up in her bed.

“I’m gonna miss this,” she says softly, running her hand up my bare chest.

“It’s only going to be four days, baby,” I tell her, wrapping my arms around her to pull her in close to me. I kiss the top of her head and she lets out a sigh.

“I know but when you back you’ll still be busy doing all the shit she has planned and then I’m leaving for my photo shoots. It’s just going to be hard,”

“I’m doing this for my album, Olivia. My album that I’ve worked my ass off on,” I tell her, starting to get annoyed. Olivia has always been a tad bit clingy, but I’ve gotten used to it. She’s gone through a lot in her pastand she just wants to make sure I’m in this as much as she is. I get it because I feel the same way.

“I know that, Nick. It just makes it hard,”

“Well, what do you want me to do? Stop? Not go to New York? Stay here with you?” I ask, sitting up in the bed to look at her.

“I can’t believe you would ask me that,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. As well as this night started off, it’s going downhill faster than I imagined and I’m not sure how to fix this.

“I would never ask you to do that. All I’m saying is that I don’t like the idea that I don’t get to see you,but Elena gets to see you practically twenty four seven. It’s not fair,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest again.

“For the love of god, Olivia,” I groan, not wanting to have this fight again. “Elena is my personal assistant. I pay her to do this shit for me, to help me when I need help. It’s not like I’m choosing her over you.This is my job, she’s my employee,”

“Oh don’t give me that shit. We all know Elena is more than your employee. She’s like your closest friend,”

“Yeah, my friend. That’s all, Olivia. I don’t want to fight about this again. Can we please just not?”

“I think you should go,” she says softly, glancing away from me.

“What?”

“Look, Nick, we’re at odds on this and you’re leaving. I think... I think we need some time to clear our heads. You go to New York and I’ll stay here and we’ll see what happens,”

“Liv,” I breathe, moving my arms around her, but she shrugs them off.

“I need space, Nick. Like you said, it’s four days and you’re going to be super busy,”

“Are you be fucking serious right now?” I ask.

“I don’t want fucking space. Why the hell are you makingsuch a big fucking deal about it?”

“Because it’s a big deal to me!” she shouts.

“Just... just go,”

“Fine!” I shout angrily, throwing the covers off my body. I quickly throw my clothes back on and grab my keys from the table before storming out of her house without another word to her. If she wants space, I’ll give her all the fucking space she wants.

“Nick!” I hear someone shout, waking me from my alcohol induced coma. I groan and bury my face into the pillow, willing the pounding in my head to go away

“Nick, wake the fuck up! I’m gonna fucking kill you,” I hear the voice again. I feel the sheets being ripped off my body and then in a flash, a hand comes down and smacks me hard on the ass. I jump out of the bed and find Elena hovering over me, a scowl written all over her hair.

“What the fuck, Elena?” I hiss, glaring at her through my raging hangover.

“God, you reek of alcohol,” she groans. “What did you do, bathe in it?”

“Mind your own fucking business,”

“You are my business, Jonas. We have to be at the airport in thirty fucking minutes and you don’t havetime to take a fucking shower because you overslept once again. God I could fucking kill you,” she says,walking into my closet. She comes back and throws me some of my clothes before glancing around the room.

“What the fuck happened to this place?” she asks, looking around at the scatter items that belong to Olivia all over the floor. When I came home last night I couldn’t sleep so I started drinking and then one thing led to another and I blacked out.

“I had a rough night,” I tell her, sliding out of the bed and quickly pull on my pants she gave me.

“I can see that,” she mumbles. I pull on the v neck and grab a sweatshirt before putting on some cologne to try to hide the stench of the alcohol. I quickly brush my teeth and then walk over to Lena.

“Do I still smell?”

“N-no,” she stutters. I roll my eyes at her, knowing full and well that she’s lying, but there’s not much Ican do at this point.

“Let’s just go,” I mumble, grabbing my suitcase and heading down the stairs. Lena follows quickly behind me and I know as soon as we’re in the car she’s going to ask me all about it. I throw my bag into the back along with Elena’s and slide into the back with her.

“So,” she mumbles. A small smile appears on my face because I know her so well. “Wanna talk about what happened?”

“Not really,” I sigh. “Liv and I got into a fight last night and now I have to leave with things on shaky ground,”

“I’m sorry, Nick,” she says softly, placing her hand on my knee. I place my hand on top of hers and give her a sad smile.

“Me too,” I breathe, glancing out the window. The car ride to the airport passes in a blur and when we get to the airport we’re bombarded with paparazzi and fans as usual. Even though I’m beyond tired and thoroughly hung-over, I flash the paps a smile and pose with my fans. I would never deny my fans a picture and an autograph. When we finally make it through security, I head to Starbucks to get some form of caffeine and food while Lena stays glued to her phone. I come back with two muffins, my iced vanilla macchiato and her double chocolate chip Frappuccino.

“Aw, you’re the best,” she says when I hand her her drink. “Make sure you check your sugar. It’s probably all fucked up with the amount of alcohol you had,”

“Why do you have to do that?” I ask.

“Do what?”

“Be all anal. I can do some shit on my own, you know? I’m not completely incompetent,”

“If I hadn’t went to your house this morning you would have missed your flight,”

“Whatever,” I grumble.

“Fine, asshole,” she says, scooting away from me on the bench. I watch her for a moment as she sucks down her drink and types away at her phone, never letting her eyes leave it’s tiny screen. I let out a sigh and run my hand over my head. I open my mouth to say something right as they call our flight number and Lena is up and out of her seat in a flash without even checking to see if I’m following her. That right there tells me she’s pissed. Lena is always checking up on me and even though I tell her I hate it, I secretly love it. When I finally make it on the plane in the first class area Lena is already throwing her bag in the overhead bin and stealing the window seat.

“Lena,” I breathe, sitting down next to her.

“What?” she asks, not even bothering to look up at me from her magazine.

“I’m sorry. I just, I’m hung-over and still upset about the fight with Olivia,” I tell her with a sigh. She closes her magazine and glances at me, letting out her own sigh.

“It’s okay. I’ve dealt with worse from you anyway,” she says, giving me a small smile. That tells me that we’re good, we’re always good.

“Now, get some sleep, Jonas, you look like shit,”

“Thanks, Riviera,” I chuckle. Lena goes back into her magazine and I scroll through my phone, hoping for a text from Olivia, but I come up completely empty. Sighing, I shove my phone into my pocket and refuse to look at it for the remainder of flight. About an hour into the flight Lena is sound asleep, her head resting on my shoulder. I smile at her and brush astray hair out of her face. I’ve always thought Elena was beautiful, from the second I met her, but moments like these are when I see her true beauty. She’s gorgeous when she’s dressed up in a ball gown and equally as gorgeous when she’s wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt without a trace of makeup on like she is now. Once upon a time, I head feelings for her but after a year of those feelings never being returned, years of watching her date other guys, I gave up. I knew a girl like her wouldn’t fall for a guy like me. Gorgeous, genius, kind girls like Lena don’t fall for dumb rockstars like me. So I gave up. And then I met Olivia, a gorgeous girl that actually fell for me. And now I’m probably stupid enough to lose her too. Lena stirs next to me, mumbles in her sleep and then starts snoring softly. I hold in my chuckle and press a kiss to the top of her head before I start humming softly, making sure she stays asleep. I know she hates flying and it’s better for both of us if she sleeps through it. And she needs her rest. She works too damn hard for me. Smiling to myself, I rest my head a top hers and before long I’m asleep too.

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I wake up with a jolt, feeling Lena move under me and hitting my head with hers. Groaning, she rubs her head and glares at me out of the corner of my eyes. I roll my eyes and then cross my arms over my chest as I leanback in the seat, getting comfortable to fall asleep again.

“Nick,” she whines next to me.

“What?” I ask, not bothering to open my eyes.

“Let me out. I have to pee,” she says, bouncing her leg up and down. I let out a chuckle and she tries to slip past me. A jolt of turbulence sends her stumbling and falling right in my lap.

“I didn’t know you wanted me that bad, Riviera,” I teases, slapping her ass playfully. She punches me in the arm hard and I let out a groan as she makes her way to the bathroom. Taking advantage of her absence, Imove over in her seat and steal my window seat back. I grin to myself, knowing it’s going to piss her off thoroughly. When she comes back she lets out a loud groan and plops down into my old seat. I let out a chuckle and start flipping through the magazine that she was once looking at.

“I hate flying to New York. This plane ride is so fucking long!” she complains.

“You’re fine, you big baby,”

“You know I hate flying,” she whines. When I don’t give her a response she lets out a sigh and turns tome in her seat.

“Do you think we’ll have time to see Alena?”

“You tell me. You’re the one with my schedule memorized,”

“I should have squeezed some time in there. I really want to see her. I miss that little baby girl,”

“I do too,” I admit. I haven’t seen her since she was about a month old and I seriously miss my niece. Dani or Kev send me daily pictures and videos, but it isn’t the same as actually holding that little girl in my arms. I smile thinking about her and look up, finding Lena watching me with a sappy smile on her face.

“What?” I ask, knitting my eyebrows together.

“I can’t wait until you have kids,” she says, turning to face forward in her seat. I let out a laugh. I mean, I wouldn’t mind having kids, but not anytime soon. That’ll be way way into the future. When we finally land in New York, Lena is practically running off the plane and I quickly follow behind her. As usual the airport is insane, but not nearly as bad as LAX. I end up taking a few pictures with the fans and then Elena and I are on our way to Island Records to meet with my producers and a few of my label mates topick out my album artwork. To say I’m excited is an understatement. I’m so fucking excited about this album that any mention of it causes me to get all giddy inside. And picking out my album art has me majorly excited.

“Chill the fuck out,” Lena hisses, placing her hand on my bouncing knee.

“I need more caffeine,”

“I’ll make sure to get you some bitch queen,” I tease. She glares at me as we pull up to the office building and I’m out of the car in a flash. I hear Lena laugh behind me and I send her a flip of my middle finger as I hurry inside. I wait for her as we get in the elevator, but as soon as the doors are open, I leave her behind.When I make it to the office the producers and Shawn Mendes are already in there.

“Bout time you showed up, Jonas,” David, my main producer says. I great him, along with the other guys, with a man hug as Lena finally makes it into the room. I watch as Shawn’s eyes immediately land on her and I try to ignore, but I just can’t seem to get it out of my head. What kills me even more is the fact that Lena walks straight to him and wraps him in a hug.

“Alright, now that the Jonas crew is here we need to get to work,” David says. Lena migrates over to the couch to watch and take notes as usual and I try to focus on the things that David’s saying. We work for a little while, discussing all the ends and outs of the album, the dates for everything, and then finally we get to look at the artwork.

“So which ones are you leaning towards?” Shawn asks. I glance up and find Lena typing away at her phone and I let out a groan.

“Lena!” I shout, getting her attention. She jumps practically ten feet in the air, throwing her phone in the air as Shawn and I laugh.

“What the fuck?” she hisses.

“I need your opinion on these and you’re not paying attention,”

“Well, sorry. Excuse me for texting your girlfriend,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“Why are you texting my girlfriend?” I ask, becoming tense. I hadn’t thought about Liv since this morning and I most definitely didn’t want to talk about her right now.

“I wasn’t supposed to tell you that. She just wanted to see if we landed,”

“Oh. Well tell her I’ll see her Sunday,” I mumble, glancing down at the picture of my face. Lena gets up from the couch and then joins Shawn and I, resting her arms on each of our shoulders, glancing down at the pictures.

“Well, that one makes you look like an old man,” she says.

“I like this one, but compared to the others it’s a lot of black compared to the others. It depends on what you’re going for. I think it would be really awesome as the album cover,” The one she’s referring to is an up close shot of my face where I’m looking off to the side slightly. The background is a dark grey and in it I’m wearing my favorite black leather jacket.

“I think she’s right,” Shawn says. “It looks awesome, dude,”

“I love you, Riviera,” I tell her, pressing a dramatic kiss to her cheek. She cringes and pushes me away as I laugh at her.

“Now that this is decided can we please get food? Tengo tante hambre. I’m so hungry,” she groans. I roll my eyes at her but inside my heart flutters. I love it when she speaks Spanish. It’s hot, especially when she’spissed at me.

“We need to finish this up first. We can eat before we go to the hotel,” I tell her.

“There’s a place like right down the street,” Shawn says.

“We can be done and back in an hour tops,”

“I’m down,” Lena says excitedly, turning to me and giving me her best puppy dog eyes.

“Por favor, Nicky? Bastante por favor?”

“You can’t talk Spanish to me like that, woman,” I tell her, rolling my eyes.

“Fine, we can go,”

“Gracias!” she exclaims, hopping over to grab her purse from the couch. I laugh at her childish antics and follow after her with Shawn behind me.

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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Lena shouts, slamming her hands on the counter at the front desk of the hotel.

“Ms. Riviera, I apologize for the inconvenience, but at the moment there’s nothing we can do. We’re completely full. We can try to make other arrangements tomorrow, but for tonight there is simply nothing we can do,” the concierge says, looking honestly afraid of the pissed Puerto Rican beauty in front of him. Hell dude, I would be too if I didn’t have to face it almost every day.

“Lena, what’s going on?” I ask, walking up to her with our suitcases in tow.

“They fucked up our rooms,” she says, giving the guy another scowl.

“It can’t be that bad,” I tell her, trying to calm her down.

“We’ll make it work,”

“Oh yeah? Well get cozy, Nicky, ‘cause it looks like we’re sharing a bed,” she says before spinning around and walking straight towards the elevators.

“What?” I ask, trying to catch up with her. She lets out a huff, but doesn’t give me an answer and justcrosses her arms over her chest for the whole ride up to our floor. She storms out and then walks up to a room,unlocking it with a key.

“Well, this is just great,” I mumble, looking inside and finding a single king sized bed. Lena lets out a groan and grabs her suitcase from my hands. She pulls out clothes and I watch her in confusion.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m changing and going to bed. Don’t even try to argue with me on this. I’m not in the mood to put up with your shit,” she says, walking back into the bathroom. I let out a sigh and strip out of my jeans before pulling on a pair of basketball shorts and an old t-shirt. There is no way in hell that I’m sleeping in my boxers with Elena. When she comes back out she’s dressed in a pair of men’s boxer and a tiny tank top. Her hair is piled on the top of her head and her glasses are thrown on her face. She looks absolutely adorable.

“Are those Kyle’s?” I ask, fearing the answer.

“It’s all I brought!”

“I’m not sleeping with you while you’re in another man’s boxers,”

“I’m not sleeping with you, Nick,” she says, rolling her eyes. She crawls into the bed and quickly gets under the covers.

“We’re just sleeping like this tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll figure something else out,”

“Fine,” I groan, sliding into my side of the bed. I lay flat on my back as she lies on her side, her back facing me. I was completely and utterly exhausted an hour ago, but right now I can’t get my mind to shut off. I haven’t talked to Liv since last night and it’s honestly killing me.

“Lena?” I mumble, hoping she’s still awake.

“Yeah?”

“She said she wanted space,” I admit, squeezing my eyes shut. I hear her roll over and then I feel her hand on my chest. I reach my own hand up and grab onto hers.

“I want to marry her, Elena. I want to marry her and she wants space. How does that even make sense? I thought... I thought we were on the same page, but now I don’t even know where we stand,”

“She’s just scared, Nick. I... I was talking to her earlier. She’s scared about what’s going to happen when you go off on tour. You can’t blame her, Nick,”

“She doesn’t have a single thing to worry about. I love her,”

“Then show her,”
End Notes:
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Author's Notes:
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Being back in LA is refreshing. I actually have about two days where nothing has to revolve around Nick Jonas and I am seriously loving it. While we were in New York we were going non stop for four and now I need a break. We leave for New York again in about two weeks and after that my life will revolve around Nick Jonas once again. So I need a break. Even if it is only for two days before Nick has rehearsals for his tour. I’ll take what I can get and I’m not wasting any second of it. That’s why today I woke up super early and went to the gym before cleaning my entire apartment. And now I’m snuggled up on my couch watching old reruns ofOneTree Hill. I guess you could say I don’t have a life outside of Nick, but honestly when I get a free moment, I want nothing more than to do absolutely nothing. That’s why when my phone rings, I let out a loud groan, hoping to god it’s not Nick. When I see Kyle’s number on the screen a smile is instantly on my face.

“Hey,” I breathe happily.

“Hi, what are you up to?” he asks.

“Oh you know, just curled up on the couch, living up my amazing life,” I tease.

“Can I come over?” he asks, not even acknowledging my joke. “I want to talk to you about something,”

“Um, okay. Yeah, sure, just come on over,” I tell him. He mutters a goodbye and then hangs up, leaving me completely confused. Sighing, I walk upstairs to my bedroom and try to find something to wear other than my basketball shorts and ratty t-shirt. I decide on a pair of jeans and long sleeved t-shirt. It’s still casual, but I don’t look like a complete bum. I quickly apply a little makeup and leave my hair in it’s bun. I’m in the kitchen fixing a glass of water when I hear the knock on my door. My stomach flips, knowing this probably isn’t good. I hurry over to the door and swing it open to find Kyle standing there with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“Hi,” I breathe, stepping towards him to press my lips to his. His arms wrap around my waist automatically and he pushes me back into the room, never breaking our kiss.

“Lena,” he mumbles, pulling away. “We need to talk,”

“O-okay,” I breathe out, trying to keep my emotions intact. He walks over to the couch and runs a hand through his hair as I walk into the kitchen, trying to avoid the ‘talking’ subject.

“Do you want something to eat? I have some leftover tamales in the fridge. Or I can—“

“Lena, stop,” he says abruptly, walking over to me. He places his hands on my shoulders, making me look up at him. “Just stop,”

“What’s going on, Kyle?” I ask softly.

“I—fuck!” he says, shoving his fingers through his hair again. “I never wanted to hurt you, Lena. I never wanted to do this,”

“What happened?” I ask, forcing the words out.

“God, Lena, I’m so sorry. Come over here,” he says, taking my hand and leading me over to the couch where he sits down and pulls me down with him, grabbing both of my hands in his. When I look up into his eyes, I find pain and sorrow, making me feel numb as I choke back my tears. I don’t know what this is, but I know it can’t be good.

“Kyle,” I mumble.

“Lena, I did something I shouldn’t have,” he says, glancing down at the floor. “It was when you were in New York with Nick. I went out with the guys. I didn’t even—I didn’t even plan on getting drunk, but they kept giving me drinks and before I knew it I was wasted. I was dancing with this girl but it didn’t mean anything,I swear. I was just having some fun. Until... until she kissed me,”

“Kyle, no,” I choke out, pulling my hands away from him. “Tell me... tell—did you fuck her?”

“Lena, I—”

“No!” I shout, pulling away from him. “Fuck you, Kyle!”

“Lena, don’t. I—I didn’t mean it. I’m so fucking sorry. I never... I never wanted to hurt you. I’m so sorry, baby,”

“Don’t—don’t call me that. I’m not your baby,” I hiss.

“Lena, please. I love you,” he says, grabbing my hands again. I yank them away from him and standup quickly, anger boiling up inside me.

“No me toques!” I shout. “Don’t touch me. Leave, Kyle, just leave,”

“Baby,” he says softly, standing up. I bury my face into my hands, desperately trying to hide my tears from him. He wraps his arms around me and I let him pull me into him, letting my tears out.

“I’m so sorry. I never wanted this to happen. I’m so fucking sorry,”

“I loved you, Kyle. I never told you because I knew you weren’t ready to hear it. But now, I can’t even look at you. You broke my heart, Kyle. You need to go,” I tell him, pulling out of his grasp. He stares at me for a second and then presses his lips to my forehead before silently walking out the door. When I hear the door shut, I sink down on the couch and let the sob rip through my body. I knew Kyle and I wouldn’t last in the long run, but I never expected this. I grab my phone from the table and dial the one number that I know better than the back of my hand.

“What do you want, Riviera? I’m kind of busy,” Nick says, completely unaware of my current broken state.

“Nick,” I choke out.

“Lena? What’s wrong? What happened? Are you hurt? Are you okay?” he asks, his voice coming outrushed and panicked.

“Where are you? I’m coming to you,”

“My apartment,” I choke out. “He cheated on me,”

“Motherfucker,” he hisses. I’ll be there in ten minutes,”

“Thank you,” I breathe.

“You’re going to be okay, Ellie,” he says softly before hanging up.I squeeze my eyes shut and try to will the tears away but the only thing I see is the sight of Kyle dancing in some club with some dirty whore and then fucking her in the bathroom. The thought literally makes me sick to my stomach and I make a run for the bathroom, quickly emptying the contents of my stomach. I grip onto the toilet and let another sob escape my lips. But then I stop because I’m better than this, I deserve better than him. I quickly stand up and brush my teeth before storming up to my bedroom. I rip open the drawer I gave him and grab all of his shit, throwing it over the balcony onto the living room floor. I grab the two picture frames from my bedside table and throw them on the ground, watching the glass shatter, just like my heart shattered.

“Ellie?” I hear Nick call out. When I look up, I find him standing in the doorway, looking for me. I practically run to him and he meets me halfway up the stairs, letting me collapse into his embrace as a whole new batch of tears start rolling down my cheeks.

“Shhh, I’ve got you Lena,” he says, holding me tightly in his arms.

“He fucking cheated on me,” I tell him, pulling back slightly.

“I know. C’mon, let’s go down here,” he says softly, leading me down the stairs. He leads me over to the couch and pulls me into him. I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face into his chest, letting even more tears fall from my eyes.

“Lena, please stop crying,” he says, running his fingers through my hair.

“I hate to see you like this. It’s breaking my heart,”

“I can’t help it. I loved him, Nick. And he... he broke my heart,”

“Y-you loved him?”

“Yeah. I never told because I knew he wasn’t ready to hear it. He never would be. That’s why I couldn’t break up before. I loved him and I knew he didn’t love me back. And now... now I’m the one left heartbroken,”

“Oh Lena,” he says, pulling me in even tighter.

“God, Nick, I’m so pathetic,” I cry, letting out a bitter laugh.

“No, no, Lena, you’re not pathetic,” he says, grabbing my face by my chin and making me look up at him.

“He’s the fucking douche-bag. You don’t do something like that to someone you fucking care about. I could fucking murder him for doing this to you,”

“I’m fine, Nick,” I tell him, wiping my eyes.

“I’m just being a girl about this. Can we watch a movie or something? I really just want to get my mind off it,”

“Yeah, sure, whatever you want,” he says.

“I’m gonna go change, you pick something out,” I tell him, moving out of his grasp as I start towards the stairs. I carefully avoid the broken glass on the ground and walk into my closet. I pull on a pair of leggings and an oversized Yankees sweatshirt. When I make my way back downstairs, Nick has a movie in and is smirking at me as I make my way back over to the couch.

“What?” I ask, sitting down next to him and letting my body curl into his. Normally, I try to avoid cuddling at all cost even though we almost always end up cuddling at some point, it’s just the relationship we have.

“I was wondering where this went,” he teases, picking at my hoodie. I roll my eyes and wait for him to play the movie. I barely pay attention to it, my mind always wandering off to Kyle in some way or another. Kyle and I met when I first started working for Nick. He’s was Joe’s personal assistant and we bonded almost instantly about working for a Jonas. I always thought he was attractive and there was so much sexual tension between the two of us that I thought we were going to explode. But it still took us almost two and a half years before anything happened. That was only because I always shot him down. I knew his type. I knew he just wanted a fuck buddy, he didn’t want a relationship. I did. I wanted the real thing and I always have. But one night I had just got out of a relationship and I went to one of Joe’s parties and I got drunk off my ass. I was ready to wash away everything about that asshole and that to Kyle and I finally getting together. When I woke up the next morning, I expected him to be gone, but I found him in my kitchen making me breakfast. He told me that he knew I wanted a relationship and he was willing to try, for me. He just about melted my heart right there. And now, he broke my heart.

“Lena,” Nick says softly, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Hmm?” I mumble, wiping my eyes of the few tears that had fallen down my cheeks at the memories. He’s looking

“He’s not worth it, you know. He’s not worth your tears. You’re better than him, you deserve better than him. And I hate to see you crying over that douche-bag that never deserved a girl like you in the first place,” he says, the anger starting to rise in his voice. I notice his hands starting to clench into fists and I let out a sigh, sitting up on the couch.

“I know,” I mumble, picking at the hem of my sweatshirt.

“It just hurts. It hurts to know that none of the feelings I had for him were reciprocated. He had the nerve to say he loved me. Hijo de puta. Motherfucker. I would never do something like that to him. I knew I was stupid for loving him. I knew he would never love me back. I just... I just wish he had,”

“You’ll find that one day, Ellie,” he says, tucking a stray hair behind my ear.

“You’re going to find an amazing guy that’s going to give you everything you want and more”

“Why are you being all sweet and shit?” I tease, scrunching up my nose at him. He rolls his eyes at me and then returns his attention back to the movie. A smile grows on my face and I launch myself at Nick, wrapping my arms around his neck in a tight hug.

“What the fuck?” he asks, completely caught off guard by my actions.

“I’m glad I have you as a best friend, Nicholas,” I tell him. He smirks and then wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me just as tightly.

“I’m glad I’ve got you too, Elena,”

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“Elena Riviera, as I live and breathe,” Demi teases, walking over to the table behind the waiter. I roll my eyes at her and then stand up to hug her. one of the lovely things about being Nick Jonas’s personal assistant is I get to make friends with people like Demi, who I consider one of my best friend. But unfortunately for hers and Nick’s conflicting schedule, we barely have time to hang out. But fortunately she’s in LA for a few days before she heads out for her world tour and Nick and I don’t leave for New York for another two weeks

“God, Dems, I’ve missed you. I need more female company,” I tell her, sitting back in my seat as she takes the one across from me. The waiter quickly takes our drink order and scurries away, trying to impress Demi. I’m honestly surprised he didn’t ask her for an autograph.

“I’ve missed you too. Speaking of Nicholas, how is he?”

“A giant annoying pain in my ass,” I tell her, rolling my eyes.

“So the usual,” she laughs.

“I don’t see how you work for that boy. I was about to kill him when he was directing my tour. He’s so fucking anal,”

“But he does amazing things,” I remind her.

“Are you excited for the tour? It opens like right after the VMAs, right?”

“Yep and you better be there, Riviera. You and Nick,”

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world. It’s the day before we leave for New York according to my schedule,” I tell her, looking down at my phone. I sigh and then drop it in my purse, not wanting to think about all the things we have coming up. Before the two crazy weeks in New York we have a ton of events and appearances plus Joe’s birthday which has also been filled with a few publicity events.

“So, um, I have to ask. How are you with everything that happened with Kyle?”

“Did Nick tell you?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at her. I’m going to kill that kid when I get my hands on him.

“He’s just worried about you, Lena. He said you were a mess that first day and since then you’ve acted like it never happened,”

“It just happened Tuesday,” I tell her, picking at my food on my plate.

“I don’t know. I just want to forget about it and him. Nick and I have so much going on that I haven’t really been able to think about it, which I’m thankful for. I’d rather than just focus on my job instead and make sure Nick doesn’t fuck everything up,”

“That’s not healthy. You and Kyle... you were pretty serious. And it’s not like you can forget he ever existed. He’s Joe’s PA and practically his best friend. They’re just as close as you and Nick are,”

“I know, Demi,” I mumble.

“As much as I wish I could ignore him, I know I can’t. I just... I just don’t want to think about it for as long as I can. It hurts, Dems. It hurts a lot and I just don’t want to think about it,”

“I’m sorry,” she says. I just give her a shrug and desperately try to change the subject.

“So, what’s on the Jonas/ Riviera schedule today?” she asks.

“Well, Nick is currently rehearsing for the shows and I think finalizing some things for the album.Tonight we have the Hollywood Foreign Press Association. Kill me now,”

“Why are you going to that?” she asks, scrunching her nose.

“Nick is presenting something and he didn’t want to go alone since Olivia is Rhode Island so he practically blackmailed me into going. He said that I was the one that scheduled so I had to go,”

“Jackass,” she chuckles.

“How are Nick and Olivia?”

“Good I guess,” I tell her with a shrug. Just like everyone, she isn’t too fond of Olivia. Mainly because Olivia has a tendency to get jealous when Nick hangs out with any girl, even Demi who’s been his friend since they were like fourteen. I know she’s jealous of me too. It’s kind of hard to ignore her icy glares, but she just has to understand that I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.

“Oh come one. If anyone knows, it’s going to be you. You know Nick’s life better than her does and besides, he tells you everything,”

“Demi, you can’t tell a single soul what I’m about to tell you,” I tell her.

“I won’t, I promise,” she says, grinning like a school girl as she leans closer to me in her seat.

“He’s thinking about proposing,” I tell her, trying to keep my voice low. That’s the last thing we need to get out in the press. Nick would kill me if he knew I spilled the beans.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” she exclaims, startling nearly everyone around us, their eyes automatically landing on us.

“Shhh!” I exclaim. “You can’t tell anyone. He just said he’s thinking about it. But apparently the night before we left for New York they got into a fight and she said they wanted space. He wouldn’t talk to me about it all. But apparently they made up when we got back, but now she left for Rhode Island,”

“What the hell is this boy thinking? He’s only twenty one for God’s sake! He can’t—he can’t be fucking serious. You can’t let him do that, Lena. Not with her,”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“You’re his best friend! You can get him to do almost anything, or not doing something. You can’t let him do that. She’s... she’s not right for him, Lena. You and I both know that,”

“He loves her, Demi. There’s not much I can do,” I tell her, picking at my food again.

“You could tell him how you feel,” she says, giving me a pointed look. Demi and my brothers are the only people that know about my feelings for Nick, the feeling that have only grown over the years. They also know that I hate talking about.

“Demi,” I warn, sending her a glare.

“I’m just saying that if he’s thinking about proposing you need to tell him how you feel or you’re going to lose your chance of him ever knowing,” she points out. I let out a sigh and run a hand through my hair.

“I’m never going to tell him because I like what we have too much. I love the relationship we have. I like knowing that when I need him, he’ll come running. I like being his friend, I like being his employee. If I...if I told him, I’d lose all of that and I couldn’t handle it,”

“But,Elena,” she whines, drawing out each syllable. “How would feel if he got married to someone else,”

“I’d deal because my best friend would be happy. In reality, that’s all that matters here, Dems. I’ve been in love with Nick for three years and I’ve dealt with it for three years. I’ll deal with it for as long as I have to,”

“I couldn’t do what you’re doing. I couldn’t watch Wilmer date someone else and maybe even propose to someone when I’m in love with him,”

“Well, you’re not as strong as I am,” I tease, sending her a smile.

“I need a new subject. Let’s talk business. How many dates do you want Nick to be at so I can work it into his schedule?”

“All of them,” she says with a smile.

“Not gonna happen,”

“Alright, well I definitely want you all at the first one. Which other ones do you think you can be at?”

“Well I most definitely want to be at the last one. It’s after Nick’s tour and before the album comes out so we should be able to squeeze that one in. And I think we can just fly with you to Albany from Baltimore and go to Manhattan from there,” I tell her, my PA skills coming out full force.

“I guess that’ll do,” she says.“We can try to do more once he gets off tour, but we’ll have to do more publicity for the album too,” I tell her.

“What if he came and performed some? We could do a duet and then he could perform some his stuff. The fans would love that!”

“That’s actually not that bad of an idea,” I tell her, typing away in my phone to remind myself to mention. I glance at the time and let out a sigh, knowing I should get going soon. Nick and I both have to get ready for this event tonight and I know he won’t remember if I don’t remind him.

“Do you have to go?"

“Unfortunately. But, hey, we’ll see each other at the VMAs,”

“Unless you bail again,” she points out. I tend to skip most award shows because they usually end up sparking rumors that Nick and I are an item and we get enough of that as it is. But nothing is going to keep me from the VMAs this year. I’ve always wanted to go and now I finally have my chance.

“I’m not gonna bail. But seriously, I gotta go get Nick from rehearsals and then we have to get ready for this thingy tonight,” I tell her. She lets out a sigh and stands up, throwing a fifty on the table, covering more than both of our meals together. I roll my eyes at her and then hug her, saying my goodbyes. After that’s done I quickly shuffle out the restaurant and out to the street to hail a cab. I stupidly left the car with Nick today when I knew I should have taken for myself. One finally stops and I slide in, calling out the address of the studio space Nick rented out to rehearse for the upcoming tour. When we pull up to the space I shuffle out quickly and hand the guy my money before heading inside. I quickly find Nick practicing one of my favorites,“Jealous”, with his band behind him. When he spots me watching him, a grin spreads across his face and he sends me a wink as I cross my arms over my chest, watching with a smile on my face.

“Cause you're too sexy, beautiful, And everybody wants a taste. That's why (that's why)I still get jealous. Oh (that's why)I still get jealous. Oh (that's why)I still get jealous,”

“I still like it better when you cuss,” I tell him, walking up to the makeshift stage. He just rolls his eyes at me and grabs a bottle of water from the table, chugging nearly half of it as half of it spills down his chin and onto his shirt. Once again I roll my eyes at him. I seriously wonder sometimes why people think Nick is so uptight and a perfectionist. He’s more like a slob.

“Do we have to go?” he asks, pulling out his phone.

“If we want to make it to this thing on time. It’s already three and both of us have to get ready and be there by eight,” I remind him, quickly doing the math in my head. Nick lets out a sigh and then turns to his band.

“Alright, we’ll call it a day for now and we’ll pick back up tomorrow,” he says before grabbing his hoodie and following me out the door. In the car I give Nick a brief overview of how the night’s going to go and he lets out another sigh, the both of us knowing that it’s going to be one long ass night. When we get back to Nick’s house, the stylists for Nick are already there and they all hurry inside as I walk up the stairs to the guest bedroom. Nick gets a team of stylists for the night and what do I get? Not a damn thing. And I’m the girl. Sighing, I quickly get a shower to start getting ready for the night. Last night I brought over all of my stuff so I could just get ready from here and we could leave together, making everything a hell of a lot simpler. When I step out of the shower, I wrap one of Nick’s fluffy towels around my body before I start to work on my hair. I keep it simple, not wanting to do much with it, and just curl it letting it fall down my back. I keep my makeup simple as well, just giving enough to make my eyes stand out, before slipping into my dress. The dress I chose for tonight is floor length, sleeveless, coral evening dress with a high neckline that hugs my curves like it’s a second skin. I manage to get the dress up, but then I realize I can’t get the dress up. Groaning, I walk across the hall and pound on Nick’s door, trying to get his attention.

“Yeah,” he answers, swinging the door open. I nearly choke on my own breath as I take in the sight in front of me. Nick stands in front of me with his white button down completely undone and his gray dress pants hanging dangerously low on hips, unzipped and unbuttoned just enough to let me see his black Calvin Klein’s peeking through.

“Shit, I thought you were the stylist,” he says, quickly zipping his pants. I let out a choked laugh and then spin around, reminding myself why I came over here.

“Can you help?” I ask, my voice still a little higher than I would like it.

“Sure,” he says softly, lightly grabbing the zipper at the bottom of the dress. As he pulls it up, his fingers lightly graze my spine, causing goose bumps to form on my skin at his soft touch. I bite down on my lip, hoping he doesn’t notice the response my body gave him.

“There,” he says. I spin around and flatten my hands over my dress.

“Do I look okay? I really didn’t know what to wear to this thing,” I tell him, looking up at him. I find it hard to focus with his shirt hanging open to reveal his muscular chest, but I use all my strength to keep my eyes on him.

“You look gorgeous, Lena,” he breathes, giving me a small smile. My stomach erupts in butterflies andI bite down on my lip again to hide my huge grin. I can’t help it but feel like a giggling school girl when he gives me compliments like that.

“I, um, I need to finish getting ready, but I’ll be ready in a minute,” he says awkwardly, shifting on his bare feet.

“Right, I’ll be downstairs,” I tell him quickly. I hurry back into the guest bedroom and grab my clutch from the bed. Before walking back out the door, I place my hand on the handle and rest my forehead against the door, letting out a shaky breath.

“Que estás hacienda? What are you doing, Elena Marie? Get yourself together. Es sólo Nick. It’s just Nick,” I mumble to myself, trying to gain my composure. I squeeze my eyes shut, but all I see is Nick shirtless in front of me. His tight abs, begging me to run my fingers over them and those fucking sex lines that I want to trace so badly.

“Consíguete juntos. Get yourself together,” I groan. I let out a breath and open the door. What have I gotten myself into
End Notes:
So what did you think about that? Who thinks Kyle is a douche? I know I barely had him in the story, but I decided I didn't like him as her bf so I wanted to change it.

What did you think about her conversation with Demi?

Leave me any thoughts guys!
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