Call Me A Liar [Book 1] (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

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By ten o'clock that night, the rain still hasn't started. Although I should be upset that its false warning cut our afternoon at the beach short, I know that I wouldn't be spending even more time with Justin at the bar if those threatening booms of thunder didn't rumble above our heads earlier today.

I also wouldn't be stumbling out of the bar with him in a fit of laughter if it weren't for the cautionary raindrops, so I'll keep the complaints to myself for now.

My top lip and nose feel fuzzy enough for me to know that I'm teetering on the edge of being drunk, but I'm aware enough to know I would have to pull it together if necessary. The summertime evening breeze is just enough to sober me up to be faced with the realization that this night may be over.

"You're drunk," he giggles, pressing his finger into my side.

I gasp. "Am not! You are."

He continues laughing, looking so cute with his scrunched nose and flushed cheeks. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's just about as drunk as I am. It all feels so innocent and sweet as we laugh together on this humid summer night, not a single care in the world between either of us.

"I had a lot of fun today," he says when we separate, leaning his back against the outside brick wall of the bar.

With aching cheeks from my constant laughter, I nod and tuck my hair behind my ear. "Yeah, me too. I like hanging out with you."

"You do?" he creases his brow, teasingly cocking his head to the side.

I nod. "It's nice seeing you outside of boxing practice."

Though his smile slowly fades, he still has a way of looking at me with so much warmth. The now mid-sixty degree breeze tonight would normally make me shiver, but not this time. I only feel comfort, even as we stand under the flickering outdoor bar light in what I've always known to be a scary town.

Only now, nothing seems so scary.

When I feel like the moment comes where one of us could make the first move, a bright flash of light pulls my attention away from the tall, warm presence before me and up to the dark sky that's illuminated for just a second. Clouds are heavy above our heads, deep grays and blues appearing so cautionary as if to tell us to hurry inside now before we're swept away in buckets of rainfall.

An aggressive boom of thunder brings my attention back to Justin, who's quickly wrapping his hand around my wrist to pull me along with him. But not before rain downpours on the both of us, nourishing the earth beneath our feet for the first time in a week.

I don't know where I'm going. I follow, the sound of rain harshly slapping against building rooftops we pass and the sidewalk below us. Our shoes splash in the quickly accumulated puddles of water that have formed in shallow potholes. We could blame it on the slipperiness caused by the rain, but I feel Justin's hand drop from my wrist to my hand. He squeezes me tighter as we run through what feels like waves of rain, drenching our bodies in just minutes.

"Hurry up!" I hear Justin call through the torrential downpour that's claimed both of our once dry bodies.

It's not long before we reach a familiar glass door that I've entered twice a week for the last few weeks. I suppose I didn't realize that the bar and the gym were so close by, maybe only three buildings apart.

He's quick to unlock the door, coaxing me inside first to provide me with much needed shelter in the dark, yet recognizable space.

"Jesus," he mutters, sounding breathless after he locks the door behind him. He leans his back up against the glass as he catches his breath, softly panting just a few feet before me.