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

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Being alone with Justin outside the four walls of his apartment is different.

Good different.

After meeting with my new roommates that I'll be living with in just a few short weeks, Justin and I catch our nearly ten hour flight out of Redlake and make it to Washington by almost midnight. Our rental is thankfully a short drive from the airport. We barely make it inside before crashing from travel exhaustion until the next morning.

My morning is already a great one because when my eyes slowly open, warm arms are around me from behind. Quiet breaths touch my naked shoulder again and again while warm sunlight kisses my skin. The room is peaceful. Serene from the timid lake waves and singing birds just outside the window. The air is fresh and clean. Most importantly, there is not a single worry plaguing my mind.

It'll be four more days of bliss. Four days that I know will give the most selfish part of me a taste of something greater than what I know, but fully understand won't be easily attainable.

It's bittersweet, of course.

I kiss Justin's forearm to make myself forget about the pending doom that lurks far away in the distance. He stirs, awaking, and I immediately remember the bliss.

"I slept really good." His voice is tired.

"Me too."

He rests his lips against my shoulder blade. "It's nice being away from everything. From everyone."

"I knew it would be," I reply with a smile. My hope for him to clear his head and live stress free is working. I turn in his arms to face the exhausted one in front of me. "I already think I like this better than home."

Mindlessly, my fingers touch his lips. He kisses them lazily before his eyes flutter up to mine.

"You consider Redlake home?"

Of course I do. It's where I live. "Yeah. You don't consider Linford home?"

"Maybe. It's just a place. But it's never really given me the feeling of being home. Not for a really long time."

"What do you mean?" I want to hear his reply but can't help notice my own half mast eyes. They're a dead giveaway of my intense feelings for him.

"Don't you think home is more of a feeling? Not just a place to sleep and eat?" he asks.

I look up at the ceiling briefly. Of course Redlake is my home in the literal, physical sense, but I'm not sure if I've felt the heartwarming comfort of home since I was very, very little. At least, not within the walls of my parents' house.

It's cold and emotionless there. It has been for as long as I can remember.

Although they can hurt sometimes, I like conversations like this with Justin. It's the most honest and raw I've ever been with anyone, including Birdie. He talks to me about things I know very few, if any people know of, and he says them to me with such conviction. They're thoughts that clung to him for so long and have been dying to escape to the right person.

To him, I'm the right person.

He draws my body closer to his with the strength of his arms. "You know," he starts when I don't answer right away. "When my brother lived in Linford, I think that was the last time my house felt like a home. My mom— she was always so distant from us but back then, it didn't matter because I at least had him."

Justin doesn't talk about his mom or dad. He never really has. All I know is his dad wasn't really in the picture, and his mom only was because she had to be.