A/n: I'll get more character imagines in this book. Not just Nick. Those will be better if these suck. I majorly stress writing real people instead of the characters they play...

"Hey, can I borrow you? I really need your advice on this story piece I'm writing," I told Nick, my eyes trying to press the message that my words couldn't deliver. "I made a cover for it and I don't know what to think. You have a good eye for that stuff."

His eyes found mine and he suppressed a smile at my fidgety hands and tapping feet. "Yeah, sure." 

I nodded towards the studio and he followed after me as I began walking. There was a tiny studio in the way back that was echoing and terrible for recording. The studio was way old and instead of tearing it down and rebuilding, they'd just added rooms as technology increased. The further back you went, the older and less used the building got. If Nick came back here, no one ever followed unless it was very important. He always came back here to work on music or when he was having a struggle with the people and rush and noise while trying to work or just breathe. Sometimes we came back here to work out kinks in thing I was working on or he was working on... but most of the time, if we were both on here, we were much too reoccupied with each other to do any kind fo work.

We had been dating for a year and a half - quite a long time for me, who had never had a relationship last over three months - and had spent every second of it in complete secret from everyone until about two months ago, when we told our families.

The press stayed in the dark, though. We wanted our privacy and secret moments and space. Both of us hated the idea of being asked questions and having our relationship wondered about and picked apart. Neither of us wanted anyone's opinions about jack shit.

So we kept it secret from everyone else.

But when I really needed him, or him me, things like this would happen. Sneaking into places of shadow and being together in complete privacy.

The second we were safely inside and from prying eyes, I closed the door and grabbed him, pulling him to me. I don't know what he was expecting but it wasn't for me to bury my face in his chest and wrap my arms around him so tight he almost couldn't breathe at all. He stuttered to a stop, seemingly more ready to kiss me than hug me, and then wrapped his arms around me as well. He rested his cheek on top of my head. 

After a second he whispered, "What's wrong?"

Not wanting to disrupt our entangled stance, I barely shrugged. Just enough so he'd get the gist of my mood. "I just miss you. I know I see you all the time and all day but damnit, Nick. All these friggin couples back stage and trying to catch myself from telling people about my amazing boyfriend or how in love I am I swear-"

"I love you too." I could hear the smile in his voice and my cheeks warmed up. It had taken us forever to be able to exchange those words. Seriously. Forever. He had commitment issues and I had abandonment issues so I waited for him to say it, too scared to give too much of myself before he was ready. Too scared to give any of myself to someone who would realize they didn't want it after all.

When we did though, neither of us could stop. We said it all the time, slipping  it into every centimeter of conversation we could. It made me giddy and him smiley and shy and we became actual toddlers and it was great.

My hands drew lost patterns of nothing on his back. "I love you more."

He scoffed. "I love you most." It was the cheesiest, dumbest exchanges we had and only because one day I'd made a joke about how cheesy and dumb it was and how I was glad we'd never be that couple that fought over how much one loved the other. I'd ranged for three whole minutes before Nick had whispered, 'I love you' and I had blushed and told him I loved him too only for him to smirk like a ten year old boy on a play ground about to tie two girls' hair together before saying, 'I love you more'.

Sighing, I simply offered, "Impossible."

Very much displeased with my answer, he leaned back and looked at me very seriously. "No, I won that one. You can't take my glory from me."

A huge smirk grew on my face. "Already did."

Nick's eyes grew dark. "Guess I'll have to punish you later then."

An unexpected laugh came out of me. "Only you could go from cheesy Who-Loves-Who more battles to talking about kinky sex. What did I get myself into?"

His eyes flickered between mine, a soft smile on his face. "I don't know. But we're both in it. Deep." I sighed, agreeing to it silently beforehand pulling him close again, taking in his scent and  warmth. After a second, I smiled to myself.

"How do you plan on punishing me?"

Pulling me back, Nick gave me the most wicked grin. "Oh don't worry, Princess. It'll be fun."

-

I don't know how or when or why, but rumors started and grew and they didn't stop. Nick and I had been insanely careful. No outings together that didn't make sense. No times I wore his clothes in public. No dinner dates where anyone could see or exchanged kisses that weren't behind closed doors. We were loving life and basking in the never ending privacy we'd enjoyed for years... and then it ended.

Suddenly rumors and suspicions and theories were all over the Internet and tabloids and all the crap in between. Nick was getting asked about me a lot more in interviews and Nick's family and crew asked me about the relationship heteeen me and Nick they'd heard about. Wanting details and explanations and being kinda nosy and making me feel like I had done something wrong.

Nick apologized endlessly and eventually his brothers stopped bugging me out of respect for me (once Nick gave knocked them over the heads and made them aware of how rude they were being) but the public didn't leave Nick alone for even a split second.

Finally he went on twitter after we put our heads together to come up with a plan and tweets a very simple message to everyone and anyone who cared.

I've heard of thirst rumors about me and Y/n and people are asking a bunch of questions about us... I'd just like to say, I am very single.

That seemed to knock everyone down a notch.

Things calmed again.

...For a while.

One night Nick was in an interviewer with Ellen. It had been a while and she'd invited him on again and he was more than happy to oblige. It was only too soon before she totally called him out.

She leaned forward, her blue eyes gleaming in that way that always made me nervous. "Recently, you tweeted that you were 'very single'," she began. Nick nodded slowly, the tension I felt showing on his face. She clicked a button, putting a screenshot of his tweet on screen. He rose an eyebrow. "But you were seen kissing a certain best friend last night by the name of Y/n L/n." She clicked the button again and a picture of Nick and I kissing popped up on screen next. My jaw straight up dropped but Nick was more composed, his eyes widening a bit as he shuffled a little bit. "What's the truth?" she asked.

My eyes stayed glued to the picture on the screen, completely horrified. His lips were pressed to mine, our eyes closed. My arms were around his neck, fingers caressing the back of his head, slipping slightly into his curly hair. He was smiling, his hands around my waist. He was standing between my legs as I leaned against a counter of some kind, the sides of our shoe clad feet touching. Details that seemed ridiculous to notice popped out at me, making me feel more and more sick. I was wearing one of his shirts and my hair was messy, freshly colored hickies decorating my neck. His thumb was pressed into my waist and my skin tingled at the memory of the intimate moment and his strong but gentle touch. 

This was the moment I had dreaded since the very beginning. Being revealed, open to observance and judgement for everyone and anyone who even passively wanted to give their very much unwanted opinion. There was always someone that disapproved of the girlfriend. Hated the relationship. Every star had those crazy fans. I'd had friends get death threats or been stalked and it had taken severe action to discourage the chaos.

My little bubble of love and happiness with Nick had been shattered. Because to everyone else, he wasn't Nick. He was Nick Jonas. And Nick Jonas had a girlfriend and everyone wanted to know how. Now that they knew Nick Jonas' girlfriend was me, they all wanted to know more. They always wanted to know more.

The truth was: I wasn't dating Nick Jonas.

I was dating Nick.

But they'd never understand the difference.

My eyes finally tore away from the picture to Nick, who was awkwardly joking around with a teasing Ellen, both going back and forth. I was back stage and completely pout of sight, but I simply turned around and made my way through the halls to our car. A few people went to approach me, but when they saw the look on my face - knowing what had just happened - they all kept their distance. Even someone who didn't personally know me knew the look of an upset woman who was silently demanding lots and lots of personal space to be given. I made it to the car without interruptions. 

Thankfully, I had enough time to calm down before Nick came back. I had turned on a stream of just music and was listening just to hear his voice. I had the passenger seat pushed back, hands over my eyes as I sighed deeply.

You know, it was whatever. It had to happen eventually, and in the end, no psycho fan or unimportant opinion would ever scare me away from Nick. I was in love with him and that's all that mattered. Everyone else be damned. So now they knew. You know what? Good. Now all of those girls who flirted with him all the time could back the fuck off. And if they didn't, I would be allowed to approach MY boyfriend in PUBLIC and make my relationship known. It was honestly time that people knew. Time that dinners with his family weren't just them suspecting and us playing friends. Time for hand holding and kisses and breakfasts and breaks spent together and easy to ask questions while either of us were at work. Time to stop lying to everyone and stop caring what anyone else thought.

After all, like I said, I was in love with Nick. My Nick. They could tear apart me and Nick Jonas all they wanted, but fans who did that didn't know him well enough to matter and anyone who did know Nick and I at all would know that our relationship was healthy and strong- honestly the best either of us had ever had. We'd matured a lot and gone really far. If we could make it through all we had so far, we could just keep going further forever. I loved Nick and I always would.

The long schpele in my head calmed me down and put me perfectly at ease. A smile upturned my lips and I melted into my chair. Relaxed. Happy.

Nick came into the car and the tension returned as I dropped my hand and looked over at him.He had his lips parted but froze at my genuine grin that lacked any worry or forced pleasantness or stress. He smiled too and the tension melted away into comfortable silence as he closed his mouth again. He reached over, entangling our hands and we both sighed in sync.

This was going to be fun.