This my first attempt ever at a one-shot. I never write, like ever, but this idea was circling my head. It basically tells of my fear of the boys not living up to what I thought they were. Or them losing their innocence as they get older in the business. I chose Nick for this story because I think he is the most unlikely to be doing what happens in this story but you can replace him with any other JB. Please review 
Constructive criticism welcome.
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Julia
The Day You Slipped Away
I grasped the hand held out to me as I stumbled ungracefully onto the stage. His brothers tried hard not to laugh but he gave me a confident smile that never faltered.
I couldn’t help but feel conscious about all the girls burning holes into the back of my head, but the warmth of his hand managed to raise my confidence level by an inch.
He was everything I’ve ever dreamed of smart, mysterious and ambitious. He was THE Nick Jonas and he had chosen me out of all the gorgeous girls in the audience to sing to onstage.
He held my hand as he led me to my seat like a true gentleman.
“What’s your name doll?”
He asked staring deeply into my sparkling eyes.
“Uh, you’re cut-, I mean I’m…”
I trailed off, desperately trying to remember my own name. I started to blush as I realized how star-struck and pathetic I must’ve seemed.
“Beautiful?”
Nick added in smoothly. He really was the biggest flirt of the three brothers.
I just stared with my mouth agape. He chuckled silently to himself while bringing the microphone to his mouth.
“Well we’re going to sing a song written especially for you”
The first chords of the song were played and the only lyrics I actually heard were Hello Beautiful before I zoned out, still holding the hand of the curly-haired rockstar.
The performance was a blur but the hug I received from the boy of my dreams made my life a lot more worthwhile. We totally passed the ten-second rule meaning we were somewhat into each other. As I pulled away he pulled me closer and whispered into my ear to meet him backstage an hour after the show.
I rocked out to the rest of the concert being openly flirtatious with dear Nicholas. He was always on my side of the stage, never breaking eye contact. I believed I had him tied around my finger or maybe he just had me head over heels.
The moment came for me to go backstage. The fans girls were still screaming as they ran towards to exit, waiting to get a place by the tour buses.
I walked over to the burly bodyguard who must’ve been warned to let me pass because he let me through no problem.
My heart was pounding in my chest as I walked towards to tall skinny boy who made my knees weak. He turned around and immediately engulfed me in a hug.
“HEEEYY BABE”
He obnoxiously screamed mid-hug as a potent odour reached my nose.
“Nick, is that… alcohol?”
I asked truly surprised. What about everything their band stood for? What happened to the nice Christian boy from New Jersey? I quickly crossed my arms over my chest.
“Loosen up baby cakes, I only had this much”
He slurred showing an amount with his fingers.
“I though you were better than this.”
I said, hopelessly wishing it was all a joke. That he would say he was just kidding.
“Baby, a little less conversation and a little more action”
He smirked, grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards to nearest supply closet. I tried to get out of his grasp but he was too strong for me so I did the first thing that came to mind, I bit his hand. He immediately let go and held onto his indented hand.
“Sweetcheeks, live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse. Now lets go make out or something.”
He spat at me, treating me like an object.
“What happened to sweet, lively Nick that I’ve seen onstage and in interviews and videos?”
I asked with a twinge of resentment for agreeing to come backstage.
“Babe, welcome to Hollywood. Old Nick is long gone so get on your knees or get out.”
He said, looking at my body like a piece of meat.
“You used to be my hero, my inspiration my everything. I can’t believe I looked up to you.”
I coldly replied, crossing my arms and walking away from the one I always dreamed of falling in love with.
“You’ll be running back to me baby girl. No girl can resist me, I’m Nick, Nick Jonas.”
Maybe it was just the alcohol speaking but I’ll never forget how I had the biggest urge to punch him square in the jaw as we were talking.
-9 months later-
“Breaking News- Nicholas Jerry Jonas,19, of the squeaky clean Jonas Brothers band was involved in a tragic car accident. According to the police, he ran a red light and was hit by a truck. His car was sent swerving off the road into a ditch. He died on impact. Police say alcohol was involved. Everyone is grieving for the Jonas family right now. The funeral will be tonight; fans are allowed to gather outside the cemetery. The whole world is wondering, what made him turn to alcohol? We never saw this coming…”
I stared at the television screen in awe. I haven’t been a fan of the boys for over nine months. It was just too hard considering Nick had shattered everything I believed him to be. Even if he didn’t turn out to be whom I thought he was, I had to pay my respects to the boy who helped raised my confidence throughout the years.
I pulled out my black dress and shawl, did my makeup and slipped on my heels before I started my walk towards to cemetery.
The ceremony was about to start and fans lined the gates as the family cried their way over to Nick’s plot of land. I couldn’t bear watching Mrs. Jonas clutching onto Frankie and Mr. Jonas, devastated. Kevin and Joe looked guilty, wishing they never sneaked Nick his first beer.
I stood there reminiscing on how my life revolved around this idiot for the longest time. I regret ever going to that concert. I regret ever having my image of him shattered. I regret having my life revolve around him and then not knowing how to move on.
A tear rolled down my cheeks as I remembered one of the last things he said to me as I walked off.
“Babe, welcome to Hollywood. Live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse.”
Looks like he did exactly what he preached.
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