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38. Confession (cute)

"Justin" I whisper, lightly shaking his shoulder.

I'm at my friends house, Justin's, and I'm too scared to go downstairs at this time of night.

I know it's so stupid and I'm 18 and all but a big house in the middle of the night, pitch black? No thanks.

I used all my bravery up just to power walk down the dark hallway to Justin's room.

I'm super hungry like my stomach won't stop growling, I won't get to sleep.

I notice he's shirtless as he rolls onto his back, groaning lightly.

I swear, I've always liked this guy and yes in "that" way. Just never had the balls to tell him, it would probably ruin our friendship anyways.

His eyes blink open tiredly and he looks over at me as I smile innocently.

"What's up?" He whispers, voice laced with sleep.

I feel so embarrassed to wake him up for this but I just really need someone to protect me, he's a good candidate.

"I'm hungry" I say quietly, scratching my cheek, leaning back considering I was hovering over him.

"Take whatever from the kitchen" he yawns.

Damn, wish I could wake up to this and be the last thing I see before falling asleep.

"I'm too scared to go downstairs" I whisper, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks.

This is the second time I've spent the night at Justin's. Usually I just come over to just hang out with him. It's nice to have a friend around, someone to talk to, someone to listen to you.

He scans my eyes for a second before sighing lightly and sitting up in bed.

"Sorry" I whisper, I really do feel bad. Why can't you get your shit together Y/n?

I take a couple steps back as he gets up, rubbing his eyes. My eyes widen as I take in his outfit..just boxers, good lord.

I check him out in awe, wishing this fine piece of man was mine. I'd be jumping his bones all the damn time. I'd be a fricken leach!

"Y/n?" His voice scares my thoughts away and I quickly meet his eyes, embarrassed that he just caught me looking at him.

"Right, sorry" I state, turning around and mentally slapping myself.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I walk to the open doorway before stepping to the side, letting him lead the way. Using him as bait, as a shield.

I really gotta stop watching the walking dead.

He smirks lightly as he passes me and turns on the hallway light.

Standing there, I go stunned and amazed, watching him head down the hallway.

His back, his muscles..tattoos...my hormones have been raging these past few days.

Snapping out of it, I jog after him, heading down the carpeted stairs with him.

Speaking of outfits I bet I look ravishing..not. An oversized tshirt on and some shorts, complementing my crazy bed hair of course.

Our bare feet sweep along the dark hardwood as I stay close to Justin, trying not to look at every dark nook and cranny.

How does he deal with this? Being alone in this mansion? I'd be so lonely and freaked, my god.

I almost hold onto his arm for some warmth and security but control myself. He's not yours Y/n but he is single...

All I gotta say is that Selena, Yovanna, Chantel, are lucky bastards.

We soon get to the giant kitchen, one I adore.

He flicks on the lights and leans against the wall as I quickly ramble through the fridge.

"I really am sorry" I apologize grabbing a big plate from the cabinet as he watches me, rubbing at his forehead. "It's okay" he says lazily and I quickly grab whatever looks appetizing.

Crackers, cheese, cookies, juice, and some cake. This guy got everything!

"Can I ask you something?" I ask awkwardly, grabbing a handful of strawberries. "Of course" he answers, sounding more awake.

I got so much to ask him and ideas and thoughts really start flying at 2 in the morning.

"D-do you like being single?" That's not obvious right? "Not always, I wish I had someone to be by my side" he answers and I nod, looking at my plate full of goodies.

I volunteer to be that someone!

"What about you? Like being single?" He asks. I shake my head no, shyly eating a strawberry.

"My last relationship was in grade 11, he was abusive" I state quietly, glancing at Justin at the end. His eyes widen and I look back down at my plate, it's hard to remember those awful memories.

All I want is to be love and be loved. Justin already treats me the best but I'm just his friend.

That's why it's so hard to not like him in that way cause he's a goddamn perfect candidate for my search at love again.

"Anyways" I sigh lightly, pushing back my emotions. "I'm done, I'll let you go back to bed" I state, grabbing my plate and juice.

When I'm about to pass him, he takes ahold of my arm softly, turning me too him.

His height tops me by a couple inches, his hazel eyes almost orange as they stare back into mine. I fall into a daze, drowning in his beauty.

How can someone be so good looking? So kind hearted? So beautiful?

"I'd never hurt you Y/n" he states seriously and I'm taken aback by his words. Hurt doesn't have to be physically. What about heart break?

I swallow a lump in my throat, scanning his eyes locked intently on mine.

"..I know you wouldn't physically but you can easily break my heart" I smile sadly. "I know that I'm not a model, a celebrity, or rich but I do know that I love you Justin and my love and affection for you is free, here whenever you need it" my eyes sparkle, a small smile on my lips as the words fall out softly.

Can't believe I just stated that. I just confessed my love for him. Nice going.

He opens his mouth to say something but closes it, looking amazed.

"Goodnight" I whisper, smiling lightly before turning away from him and quickly heading upstairs.

I feel him watch me as I climb the stairs. Once again I sigh, upset that I just exposed my crush on him.

My night ends with closing my guest bedroom door, eating all my food and passing out, worrying about how I'll face him in the morning.