A songfic vignette, named after the unreleased song by Nick Carter.

Nick sat there at small table in his hotel suite, staring at a cup of coffee. It wasn’t steaming anymore, and it was cold. He definitely wasn’t going to drink it, but staring at it worked for right now. It wasn’t as if he had anything else to stare at. He would have had something to stare at and watch if he hadn’t of been such a idiot.

That something was more beautiful than a cold cup of coffee. That something was the love of his life that he let slip through his fingers because he was stupid. He could have been laying there in the bed, watching her sleep, but no, he had to be stupid. If that cup of coffee had been hot, he would take it and splash it all over his body so that it would hurt just as bad as his heart was hurting at that very minute.

She had been trying to tell him something all day long but he ignored her. The thing is, what he was ignoring her about wasn’t that important. Instead of staying there and listening to whatever it was she wanted to tell him, he went off with a friend of his to play basketball. Listening to her should have been more important but he didn’t.

He didn’t do a lot of things when it came to her.

He would break promises all the time. He promised her everything: the sun, the moon, and the stars, just like in that cheesy ass song of his, but he never gave them to her. He knew he always asked her for too much in return. She even put her life on hold to be with him, and look what he did in return.

Nothing.

Nick sat back in the chair, closing his eyes, trying to picture her. It had only been a few hours but he could feel the image of her slipping out of her mind. He didn’t want that to happen - not at all. He wanted her beside him all of the time but now that he thought about it, maybe she was tired of him. Maybe everything he did got to be to much for her.

All of these things kept running through his mind. He didn’t want to loose her. He didn’t want to be without her and now that she was gone he knew he couldn’t live his life without her. It didn’t matter now, because she was gone but he wanted her back. He just didn’t have the strength to stand up and do it. He didn’t have the strength to do much of anything.

Things kept running through his mind that he should have done. Maybe he should have paid her a little bit more attention, but he would always tell her to hold on. He sighed, shaking his head a little and guessed she just got tired of holding. He knew he would if it was him but he just took her for granted and figured that she would never leave.

Who in their right mind would leave THE Nick Carter?

He stood up from the table and started to walk over to the window slowly, putting his hands in his pockets. Obviously she would leave THE Nick Carter because, well, she did. The weird thing was, he didn’t even notice it at first until he found a note from her telling him that she was finding a way home and that she was sorry. She didn’t even have anything to be sorry about, he was the one that did everything wrong. She did everything right.

He was the one that never listened to her. He never paid her any attention when she wanted to tell him or show him something. He was the one that always wanted her to come see him and put her life on hold, only to leave her alone when she did come. He was the one that yelled at her when something that she had nothing to do with, went wrong and he was now the one that drove her away.

He leaned his head up against the glass, trying to look down at the street below him that was in front of the hotel. He saw taxi’s picking people up and driving them away and he started to think of himself as a taxi. He was good at driving people away because he had done that to almost everybody that he’s ever met in his life that had stuck around long enough to be driven away.

The only difference this time is that he didn’t want to drive her away. He needed her because she was the only constant thing in his life.

Whenever work or his family or something else was going wrong she was always there to help him. He needed that back. She was his reassurance in everything that he did. Whenever he thought he did something that he thought wasn’t good enough, she was always there to tell him that it was the best that she ever saw and that it was more than good enough.

He sighed, banging his head against the window lightly, hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to break it. Although breaking it wouldn’t hurt, not as bad as he was already hurting. He thought maybe breaking the window and jumping out of the window wouldn’t hurt as bad either -

Then he heard a door shut.

He turned around, and looked to see her standing there, looking back at him. Her make up was smeared a little as if she had been crying and her dark blonde hair was pulled u in a ponytail on top of her head. He stared at her as if he was looking at a ghost and she looked back at him before turning around to walk over to the closet.

“Amy,” Nick said as she paused, without looking back at him, “Don’t leave again,” he said as she shook her head, looking down at the ground, and then over at him, “Please,”

“You don’t have time for us,” Amy said as she walked over to the closet, pulling her jacket out of it, “I just came back for my jacket, my favorite jacket, I forgot it,” she said as she slipped it on and then looked back at him, “I’m leaving now. I didn’t think you would be here,”

“Amy stop,” Nick said as he ran up to her, and grabbed her arm, turning her around, “Don’t leave okay, I promise -”

“Whatever,”

“Come on, give me a chance,”

I’ve given you a chance,”

“What is it?” Nick asked as he stared into her green eyes, “What? What was so damn important that you had to tell me and when I didn’t wanna talk, you left?”

“You think I’m going to tell you now?” Amy asked as she rolled her eyes, looking around, “I came to get my jacket and now I’m leaving. Go back to whatever it was that was more important,” she said as she tried to move her arm and Nick wouldn’t let go of her, “Nick -”

“I’m sorry,”

“You always are,”

“Just tell me what it is,”

“No,”

“Please?” Nick begged as Amy looked back at him, and sighed, “I’m listening. I don’t want you to leave me okay?” he said as he let go of her arm and she shook her head at him, “Please,”

“I’m sorry Nick,” Amy said as she walked around him. She walked over to the door and opened it up, walking out of it without even looking back at him. Nick stood there, looking down at the ground as he heard the door slam behind her. He turned his head around, looking back at the door to see that it was closed and she was gone.

She was really gone this time.

He knew he had really fucked up this time. The way she looked at it wasn’t the way she looked at him before. It was cold and wasn’t loving like it was just yesterday. He’d never seen her look at him like that.

He took a deep breath, walking back over to the window and looked out, hoping he would see her as she left. He kept looking but he never saw her. Maybe she was fast and had already left. He was so slow to move over to the window he never got to even see her leave. Maybe that’s how he was in the relationship, he was slow. He was so slow that he didn’t realize what he lost until it was too late.

“Nick,” Amy whispered as Nick turned around, looking back at her standing there. She had been crying and it was pretty obvious that he had been crying too, “I’m sorry,” she said as Nick started to walk up slowly to her, “I don’t want to leave you,”

“I don’t want you to leave either,” Nick whispered back as he wrapped his arms around her and began to hug her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as he started to cry into her shoulder, “I don’t want you to leave me again,”

“Then don’t push me away,” Amy said as Nick hugged her tighter, never wanting to let her go.