It Was A Mistake - A Justin Bieber Story [UNDER RE-WRITING]

it was a mistake - three

Veronica's POV;

I watched the clock slowly looking forward for the hand to strike seven. I was paranoid and I really wanted to do this. I wanted to be connected to him in some way. I wanted our first time to be together...at least I hope it's both of our first time. I stood up and straightened out my gold shimmery knee length cocktail dress with my black and gold ballet flats. I was nervous, oh god what would he think? Maybe he would think I was a whore because I wanted to do it with him, tonight. Probably because we've only been dating for about two weeks, oh gosh, now I'm pacing. I was just about to call Justin and cancel the whole thing until the doorbell rang.

"Shit." I muttered under my breath. I walked over and swung the door open. Justin looked...irresistible. He had on a pair of skinny jeans that sagged low, his I LOVE HAWAII shirt and a pair of gold Supras and a red Atlanta hat. I watched as he looked me from my head to my toes.

"Wow, you look really good."

"Really?" I asked fidgeting with my scrunchy around my wrist. He grabbed my hand and took my hair-tie and threw it down the hall and smiled. I smiled back, it was for the best. After I kicked Logan out, I had Stacie make a house call. He did everything, pick out my outfit, help me set up all these candles and even helped me make dinner. I slipped my hand in his and led him outside on the back porch. "We're having a picnic, under the stars."

"It's really beautiful out here." He said looking at me. I blushed and looked away. "Hey, Veronica, I'm sorry for getting all pissed off earlier...I didn't wanna lose you to him."

"No, don't apologize. You were right, you're my boyfriend and I shouldn't have let Logan talk me into talking to him. I should've left him alone."

"No, I shouldn't have snapped. I was jealous and worried. I shouldn't have let my fears get in the way of what we have because I do trust you...with my life." He grabbed my hand and placed it over his heart.

"Justin, have you...done it before?"

"Done...what?"

"You know...it."

He grinned, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Please, don't make me say it." I laughed.

"No, I haven't...I've been saving it for the right girl."

Justin's POV;

Aha! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it. She wanted to have sex with me. Well, I won't let her.  Okay, I know that sounds stupid because of what I was thinking earlier today but still. I didn't want that to happen...at least not yet. But, what if I pushed her away and she got mad? What if I piss her off? Oh, shit what do I do? She walked over to this huge red blanket that was spread out on the grass and in the middle was a big woven basket.

"Alright, it's not much but I got this off of a movie." She laughed.

"High school musical three right?"

"How'd you know?"

"I remember when you had this over obsession with Zac Efron." I sighed sitting down.

She sat next to me, "Well, now I have Bieber Fever."

"Oh really? You have Bieber Fever?" I asked, leaning into her. I kissed her softly on the lips. Her hands gripped my shirt and soon fisted themselves in the cotton. I pulled her closer to me, basically sitting her on my lap. Her legs wrapped around my waist and my hands slid up her dress, running my cool fingers across her warm smooth skin. I felt her tremble a little as I reached her bra strap. My heart was telling me no, and to wait. But, my mind was being a horny bitch and told me yes, and so I did. I un-clasped her bra and slid it from underneath her dress. Not once, did our lips separate from each other's. She took my hat off and pulled away snatching off my t-shirt and I leaned into her again. I pushed her down and leaned over top of her, my hands making their way to her underwear, or thong I should say. Then this voice in my head told me to stop, and so I did. I pulled away and sat up.

"What happened?" She asked sitting up.

"I can't do it."

"Why not, we're both...ready." She sounded hesitant.

"Veronica, tell me the truth are you really ready? Or, do you just want me to have sex without because you think I'm drifting apart from you?"

"I'm not ready...and I did wanna have sex with you just because of...that."

"Veronica, I love you. I won't do that to you. I won't make you choose between me and something you should hold onto."

"I thought you wanted someone...like that."

"No, I want you. Someone who's independent and not scared to say what they feel."

"Justin, don't say this one day and leave another."

I laid beside her, "Does it seem like I'm going anywhere baby?"

"No," she mumbled placing her lips on my neck for a second and then looking at the sky. "Sometimes I wonder why I was so scared to be with you."

"I wonder that too."

"You were the only thing I could think about when I jumped off tour with you."

"Same here..."

"Justin, can you promise me something?"

"Anything baby."

"Can you promise me that if we did anything, no matter how bad it was, we'll tell each other?"

"I promise." Pause. "Can you promise me something?"

"Of course."

"That no matter what, you won't leave me like that again." I forced my tears away thinking of Veronica leaving me again.

She propped herself on her elbow, "I promise baby." She said and leaned down to kiss me.

That night, was the night I knew we were going to be forever.