With You (Justin Bieber Love Story) *Sequel to Ego*

Chapter Twenty-Three

I sighed in relief as I turned the hairdryer off. It had taken me 2 hours to get all of the smoothie and fruit off of me. I shook my hair out a little, leaving it in its natural wavy-ness. I walked around the room in a towel looking for something to wear. I settled for denim shorts and a t shirt saying team Demi that Demi herself had bought me. I laughed as I read it. I grabbed my usual jewellery - bracelets from Justin and Demi and my rings and put them on. I sprayed a little perfume on and walked out thinking over how girly I had gotten. I hopped down the stairs as I put my lo tops on and looked around for Justin.

The TV was on but there was no sign of him.

'hmm' I said to myself as I walked over and turned the TV off. I turned around and my heart almost stopped as I got the fright of my life. Justin was lying sprawled out across the couch snoring soundly. I smiled and looked at the time. Half past 8 at night, wow I must have been longer than I thought. Suddenly an idea came into my head.

I grabbed my phone and walked out of the room, shutting the door quietly. I walked along to the next room and knocked on the door.

Of course Dougie answered.

'ooh sorry we don't let slags in here' he smirked.

'oooh more like a slag would take one look at you and see she's better than that' I smirked back as I pushed past him.

'Meegan! Shelly' I shouted. As I stood in the middle of the room with my hands on my hips.

'oh my god you're like a bullhorn!' Dougie groaned.

'oh my god you're like a bullhorn' I mocked him.

'how old are you?!'

'older than you!'

'you'll die first'

'carry on like this and I wont because I will kill you!'

Meegan came running over and pushed Dougie out the way. 'you called?' she smiled.

'so there's this club a couple streets down and Justin is sleeping, so do you and Shelley wanna come with?' I grinned.

'oh my gosh that sounds like so much fun!' she squealed and hugged me. I liked her, but she was way too preppy for my liking.

'I'm not coming.' Shelley said quietly. 'have you any idea how loud the music is in there?' she raised her eyebrows.

'aw come on!' I smiled.

'no.' she said sternly.

'I don't want you to feel left out' I smiled at her.

'Molly, it's okay, go have fun' she smiled and ran up stairs with a book. No offence to her but I kinda prefer Meegan.

'so I guess I'm invited too?' Dougie smiled.

'hahaha!' I laughed hysterically. 'absolutely not.'

'Daaaad!' Dougie shouted. 'dad! Meegan is going out and not letting me go with her!' Meegan punched his arm as my dad came in.

'Meegan?' he raised his eyebrow at her.

'I don't want to go out with him!' she whined.

'Meegan, we raised you better than this, don't let Molly's bad influence rub off you.' he shook his finger at her. 1 - since when did he become a proper dad and 2 - what the fuck is his problem? I'm the bad influence yet I'm happily married, famous and rich. Suck on that dad.

'aaactually.' I said pushing my dad back so he wasn't in Meegan's face. 'I thought of Dougie when making these plans and ...' shit I really can't thin on my feet. ' Justin is going to stay and play like x box or something with Dougie in my room.' oh my god, I now know what Lindsay Lohan means when she says Word Vomit in Mean Girls. Justin will literally kill me. Oh well, I got me and Meegan out of trouble.