A Night to Remember [Justin Bieber Fanfic]

Chapter 6

Amelias P.O.V-

Me and Justin spent the night together.

We didn't do anything though, we kind of just laid there in each others arms, Talking.

I really like Justin.

I woke up at about 8:30 and, of course, Justin was still asleep.

I assumed he would be asleep for awhile longer so I decided to wander around his extremely large house.

I walked into the kitchen and study the lovely Granite counter tops and ran my long thin fingers against the top. something stopped the movement of my hands and I looked up. To my surprise I saw a smirking, Shirtless Justin standing right in front of me

"I didn't think you'd be up this early." I said, not looking directly into his eyes.

"The early bird gets the worm." He said lifting my head up by my chin so our eyes met. His eyes were so beautiful-the perfect shade of light brown. I looked back down and noticed a few tattoos. How did I not notice these before? There was one by his shoulder that looked like a crown, one low on his waist that was very small. It looked like a bird. he had some others but I was distracted when I heard a knock followed by a familiar voice at the door.

"JUUUSSSTTTTIIIIINNNNNNNN!!!! I CAME TO APOLOGIZE FOR THE OTHER DAY!!! I BROUGHT CUPCAKES!!!!" Ew. could she get any more fake?

No way in hell was I eating any of those (probably poisonous) fucking cupcakes...

"Fuck" Justin muttered under his breath, making it barely audible. He put on a shirt and walked over to the door taking in a deep breath and slowly creaking open the door.

"What do you want?" Evelyn hopped into the house without any hesitation and grabbed some drinks from the fridge.

"Hi Amelia..." She said as her face went blank. "Justin, did she spend the night?"

"Yeah, why?" Justin yawned and sat on the counter.

"Oh, so I'm guessing she knows then?" I know what. What is going on.

"She doesn't NEED to know anything." He said in a sad attempt to whisper.

"Well, anyways. I was thinking we could all have dinner at patties house tonight?!"

whos Pattie?

"Pattie?" I asked.

"She's Justin m-"

"Shes my mom." Justin interrupted.

"Oh." I feel so out of the loop. They seem like they have been friends for so long and I'm just here like a cat in a dog park.

"I don't think thats a ver-"

"We'd Love to!" I interrupted him. I couldn't help it because I thought that maybe if i was closer to his parents I'd be closer to his secret.

With that we talked a little bit longer and Evelyn left. Finally.

Me and Justin discussed some stuff and talked shit about Evelyn until we realized it was already 1:00 in the afternoon and we had spent our morning taking to the queen of bitches, then discussing her. What am I doing with my life?

"We should probably get lunch. where do you wanna go?" Justin asked me as we walked up to his room so he could get dressed.

I sat on his bed while he got changed in the bathroom. we talked about where to go eat through separate room, although the door was open. I'm not gonna lie, I probably peeked into that bathroom one too many times, but hey he was hot as fuck! He finally came out wearing a snapback, a Diamond Tank-top and a pair of black jeans (that sagged dangerously close to his knees) with zippers on the sides. He looked at me and chuckled.

"I'm not gonna let you wear the same thing you wore yesterday!" He said as he examined my outfit. "Here follow me." where would he have women's clothes in his house?

We walked far into his closet and I saw a huge dresser filled with assortments of women's clothes.

"where did you get all of these?"

"You'd be surprised how many times this same situation has happened."

Did he really just say that?

I thought he was better than that.

Here I am thinking I'm all special and we have a connection when in reality I am probably just some other girl who he gets to play with.

I saw his face turn bright red with regret. "Oh my god Amelia, I did not mean it like that. you know I didn't, right? I just mean I sleep wi- Used to sleep with a lot of different girls when I was getting over Evelyn- Not that I miss her but- I just.... Ugh. I'm such a fucking ass."

"I thought I was different." Was all I said. I don't know if I should trust him or not, I mean we just met and-

"You are different..."

I heard him whisper, as he interrupted my train of thought.

I looked up at him, his eyes meeting mine as he grabbed my waist and pulled me in so our lips were millimeters apart. I could feel his soft breath against my lips as he glanced from my eyes down to me lips and his grip grew tighter.

He repeated himself

"You are different."

He said as his lips lightly pressed against mine and whispered. "How about we ditch my mom's house and spend some time together?"