I Got Her Pregnant (Justin Bieber Fanfic)

Ch. 54 - Should I Tell Her?

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♥ Justin’s POV: ♥

I blinked my eyes a couple of times and groaned in pain loudly.

“Shit…” I muttered, feeling my head pounding. It felt like someone was constantly smashing my brain with several bricks. I struggled to sit up and was finally able to look around me.

There was a classy theme in the room I was in. Fancy mirrors, fancy decorations and it was so clean, it smelled like spring. It was very nice, but that didn’t stop me from freaking out.

Where am I? What’s going on?

Before I could process anything else, there was a knock on the door that made my head hurt even more.

“You’re awake,” Noah commented, walking inside the room holding a tray in both hands. I watched him curiously as he approached me with a glass of water and something else resting on the tray. He picked up something that looked like a pill and handed it to me. “Swallow it. It’ll help with the headache.”

I obeyed silently, taking the pill from his hand and the glass of water afterwards. I swallowed the small pill down with a few gulps of water and thanked him, placing the cup back on the tray.

“Is this your first hangover?” he asked quietly, sitting on the bed beside me where I sat with my legs crossed.

“No,” I replied, looking out the window. It was quiet for a while and Noah decided to look out the window along with me after a moment. I watched the clear sky and the trees being swayed by the wind before I spoke in a whisper, “Where am I?”

Noah didn’t answer me at first. Instead he just lowered his head and looked at the floor. “This is my mom’s bedroom,” he answered.

“I like her taste,” I complimented before asking what I really wanted to know, “Am I at your house?”

“Yeah. I had to bring you over here because you were too drunk.”

“I was?” I chuckled. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s ok,” he said. And after that, neither of us said a word. It was a little uncomfortable for me because it felt like he was keeping something from me.

“What about Ryan and Chaz?” I spoke slowly.

“They’re here too. I put them in my room and because you all couldn’t fit in there, I put you in my mom’s room while I slept in the living room couch,” he explained, standing up and picking up the tray along the way. “Do you guys want to eat breakfast here? I could make us all grilled cheese sandwiches, eggs, maybe bring out a couple of fruit?”

“That sounds cool, thanks,” I smiled at him, standing from the bed as he nodded and exited the room, leaving me alone.