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

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Morning follows before I know it. I'm almost sad as the sun rises, although it provides the most beautiful golden light on Justin that makes me question what my intentions are with him.

Though this could be fun the way it is, it's hard not to imagine what we could have if we both let go of what we've been told by our parents and friends our entire lives. I bet we could be really happy together.

It's all just wishful thinking.

We part ways early that Sunday morning, but it's only after he makes me coffee and helps me find my clothes littered around his apartment. And of course, that comes after morning sex that occurred the moment we opened our tired eyes.

It was so soft and sweet, almost nurturing in a way. It felt like he was taking care of me after our night together and showing me just how gentle he can be too. He was slow and careful as he took me from behind, the front of his body tiredly pressed to the back of mine while we both lay on our sides. We come together, and he holds me close to him as we fall from our high.

The gym is closed on Sundays so Justin is able to easily lead me down the stairs from his apartment without fear of anyone seeing. Although people from Linford might not care about our engagements, we would rather play it safe for now and keep this between the two of us. It's a mutual, unspoken agreement.

It's early enough in the morning that Justin can even walk me out to my car. He says he knows for certain that no one will see us together. And before I have a chance to even respond to him, he's holding my face in his warm, gentle hands and pressing his lips into my mouth.

My back rests against the side of my car. I'm weak as his hot tongue finds mine again, so careful with me like I'll shatter before him. I feel my hands move to his sides, clutching his white shirt in my hands to pull him as close as he can possibly be. Our bodies fit together perfectly.

He parts from me, just enough for our lips to separate. His eyes open into mine while he brushes my hair behind my ear, the summer morning breeze tangling within it.

"Let me know when you're home, okay?" he gently kisses my lips again.

"Mhm," I hum into him with our lips still together. When they part, I'm nearly desperate as I ask: "When can I see you again?"

He smiles that beautiful smile. It's impossible not to mirror it. It makes me feel so warm.

"We'll figure something out. Promise," his thumb moves to my jawline, stroking back and forth so carefully.

I nod.

He's sweet as he opens my car door for me. I'm about to get in, but he's pulling me close one more time for another kiss. It gives me that fluttering feeling in the pit of my stomach that only makes the corners of my mouth lift reactively.

"Be careful," he says into my lips.

I find his hand in mine, squeezing it as if to respond to him. We slowly, painfully part ways, our fingers slow to separate as he backs away. When they finally do, I suddenly feel so lonely. We haven't been apart in nearly eight hours, constantly touching in some way. It's like we were made to touch, but I never knew until now. Life isn't as beautiful when we're not together.

I feel it even more so as I sink into the driver's seat of my car. The closing of the door prompts an isolating silence that I hate, because it's taken me from Justin.

Once I'm home, I do as I'm told and make sure to let Justin know that I'm safe. Before awaiting his response, I'm more focused on trying to stay quiet as I sneak through the side door into my house.

My parents mostly don't care when I stay out late, they just assume I'm with Birdie. Only I wasn't with Birdie, and I'd like to avoid being asked any questions about what we did the night before and having to lie about it. It's better to avoid it altogether.