Demi

I stared at my phone with shaking hands.

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Hermosa. Heard the song, I'm so proud of you. I'm in New York. Can we meet up to talk? Please.

Wilmer. Fuck.

I've been sitting on the bed for twenty minutes staring at the screen, trying desperately not to cry while Nicko showered and got ready for the day.

"Hey so I was thinking we could get lunch and then just take a walk with Mia around Central Park?"

Nicko walked in wearing nothing but a towel, his voice made me jump and I ran a hand through my hair, "I have a lunch meeting actually. Last minute. But I can meet you guys at the park."

He turned around and furrowed his brow. The furrow deepened when he saw my expression, "Are you okay?"

I closed my eyes, "Yeah. Just stressing out."

The bed dipped and Nicko pulled me into his arms, kissing my hair, "Whatever it is, it's gonna be okay."

I relaxed in his arms, the decision to meet Wilmer temporarily pushed to the back as my head rested on his shoulder. "I hope so."

He rubbed my back, "Do you want to talk about it?"

I sighed and kissed his neck before sitting up, "I'll be fine. I've got to start getting ready though. It's too bad you already took a shower through... You could've joined me."

Nicko smirked and stood up, letting the towel fall from his waist, "I think I forgot to wash behind the ears."

~*~

I sat at the secluded booth in a small cafe in downtown Manhattan, waiting to confront one of my biggest nightmares.

"Hermosa."

I lifted my head and didn't smile, "Wilmer."

"Can I sit?"

I sighed, "Yes."

Wilmer sat in the chair across from me uncomfortably, "Thanks for meeting me. I just wanted to talk I guess, and apologize, for everything."

I swallowed hard, "It's not just something you forgive and forget Wilmer. I met you today to tell you to never contact me again, not to hear you out."

He lowered his head, "I checked myself into a rehab facility, and got control over my life again. I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry, I'm trying to at least tell everyone I hurt that, since I have no one now."

I could feel myself waning and quickly instructed myself not to feel bad for him. But it was hard. As much as I loved Nicko Wilmer still was a hurt part of my life before it all went bad so the feelings that rushed up to the surface weren't disgust and hatred but guilt and submission.

"Okay. You've said your piece. Is that it?"

Wilmer twisted his hands, "I guess, yes. But I want you to know that I never stopped loving you Dems. Hurting you was the biggest regret and mistake of my life. I wish I could feel the pain I cause you to take it away. I wish I could take it all back. I understand you hate me, so I won't talk to you again."

I sighed and closed my eyes, "I don't hate you Wilmer. But I haven't forgiven you, and I will never forget what you did to me. But, I don't hate you."

He smiled a bit, "Okay. I guess I still shouldn't contact you. I'm surprised Nicko let you come today."

I stiffened, "He doesn't know, and he never will."

Wilmer nodded and all of a sudden there was a commotion outside. I looked over my shoulder and gasped at the sight of all the paparazzi lined up outside.

"Shit!"

Wilmer stood up, "Did you park in front?"

I nodded, "There wasn't anything out back."

He grabbed my hand, "I'm closest to the back door. We can wait them out in my car."

I shook my head, "Wilmer that's not a good idea-"

"Demi you don't have any security. You'll get mobbed!"

I bit my lip, the decision snapping together in my head, "Fine."

We quickly walked out the back door where no paps were yet, then got into Wilmer's car, the familiar scent of his cologne filling my senses. I inhaled deeply, then stopped. This wasn't 2012 anymore. The smell of Nicko made me feel safe, not Wilmer.

We drove to a more secluded area of the parking lot then watched as the paparazzi crowd moved to the back, and huddled by the door.

"Kinda reminds me of old times, huh?" Wilmer chuckled, raising one eyebrow, "Running from the paparazzi."

I smiled, this was my favorite Wilmer, easy and smiling, "I always had to wait for your slow ass."

He laughed and shook his head, "I was not slow. You just didn't know how the whole 'getaway' car thing working. We're supposed to run hand in hand! Not you sprinting in six inch heels."

I laughed loudly then shook my head, "Yeah I guess it does feel like old times."

He caught my gaze and I stopped laughing at the look in his eyes, "Will..."

"Shhh." He cupped my cheek and leaned in, "Kiss me Demi."

I hesitated for a moment, before pressing our lips together. Instantly, Wilmer deepened it, opening my mouth with his lips and sliding his tongue against mine. I took in a ragged breath, sliding my hands through his hair as his hand slid down my back. I let out a moan as I tilted my head back and he kissed down my neck. Then Wilmer groaned, and the sound made my eyes snap open, the realization hitting me of what I was doing.

"No!" I shoved Wilmer away from me and curled as far away from him as I could get. "Oh my God no. That didn't just happen." I looked at his face, then squeezed my eyes shut, "I have to go."

"Demi the paps-"

"I don't give a shit. I can't be here in a car with you Wilmer. I'm with Nicko. I... Goodbye."

I got out of the car door and ran past all of the yelling paparazzi, trying to hide my face the best I could.

"DEMI!" I cursed when I heard Wilmer yell out and rounded the corner, not stopping until I reached my car, the engine roaring as I peeled away.

~*~

I got home within half and hour, hysterically sobbing. Nicko stood at the window, in just a pair of sweats, with sweat all over him, evidence he had just worked out some frustration.

"Baby?"

He looked at me with a hard glint in his eye, "You're kidding me, right? I'm not your baby right now."

I shook my head, "We were just talking. He asked me to meet him and-"

"And you went?!" Nicko thundered, "Jesus Demi!"

"He just apologized!"

"Really?" He snorted, and threw an ipad on the couch, I could see the headline of Wilmer and I's meeting lit up on the screen. "You guys looked pretty cozy to me!"

I rubbed my face, "The paps would've mobbed me if I walked outside. You know that! I made a break for it from his car."

Nicko stalked towards me, "So you're trying to tell me nothing happened. Nothing happened in that car?"

I nodded, holding my breath, "Yes."

His eyes searched mine, then they zeroed in on my mouth, the rage flying up again, "YOU'RE LYING! HE KISSED YOU! Your lipstick is smudged! I'm going to fucking kill him!"

"No!" I grabbed his hand as he started towards the door, "Nicko you can't!"

"Why?! Give me one good reason!"

I shook my head, "Nicko I kissed him."

All of the tension in his body drained as he stared at me with heartbreakingly hurt and confused eyes, "What?"

I sighed, "I kissed him. It didn't mean anything. It was in the heat of the moment and it just happened."

Nicko continued to stare at me, the same expression on his face, "You kissed him?"

I nodded, "It didn't mean anything."

He pulled his hand away from mine and backed up, "I need some air."

I just watched as he walked away from me, his head hanging, out onto the balcony.

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