More Than A Fan (Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7: Reminder

Lizzy's POV

"Justin," I laughed as he tickled me.

I fell back on the bed and he stopped tickling me. He looked into my eyes, his eyes traveled down my body and I bit my lip, anxious for his touch.

He hovered over me and smiled, "you're beautiful."

I put my hands around his neck and kissed him. He helped me get my shirt and bra off and then my pants. I unbuttoned his shirt and moved it over and off his shoulders. His pants fell to the floor along with his boxers and I laid back.

I dug my hands into the sheets as Justin entered, a small gasp escaped my mouth. Justin put his face next to my neck and began to kiss me. My body fell weak against his touch.

"Come on baby," he whispered in my ear.

I wrapped my arms around his back and dug my nails into him. He smiled as he thruster harder. I smiled at the amazing feeling he gave me. When he was done I caught my breath, slipped on my clothes and laid back in bed.

My phone rang and surprised to see it was my mom, I answered.

"Hello?"

"Sweetie! Where are you? I've been worried sick," mom said on the other line.

"This is the first time you've called. I've been gone for six weeks, I got in a car accident in that time and was in a coma for 16 days..."

"Oh my gosh, I had no idea."

"They said they called you, but you could care less. So which boyfriend broke up with you this time? Matt? Or Damion? Or was it Charlie?"

"Lizzy! Stop it," mom said. "I'm sorry that happened. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

"It's too late now mom," I said.

Justin was staring at me, listening to the whole thing.

"I see that you're dating Justin Bieber."

"Yup."

"What happened with you and Luke?"

"We broke up," I said.

"Well sweetie I miss you."

"Wish I could say the same, but I'd be lying."

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?"

"Just leave me alone," I said. "That's all you have to do."

"Fine."

I hung up and Justin sat down beside me. He rubbed my thigh and I grabbed his hand. He looked into my eyes, tears were forming and he kissed me as they slid down my cheeks. When he pulled away he kept his hand on my cheek.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I grabbed his hands, "she just reminded me of the reason I left and I really didn't want to think about that."

"Lizzy, it's the past... You're with me now and I'm here for you. Don't worry," Justin reassured me.

"Thank you," I said. "It really means a lot. I had nothing when you found me and now look, you've given me love, food, a place to sleep. Thank you."

"Of course," he kissed my forehead. "I would do anything for you."

I smiled at him, he stood up, and pulled me up as well. I held his hand as he led me out of the bus.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Just wait," he smiled.

Justin is playing at an outdoor arena in Florida. So he followed a trail and I took a picture of his hand interlocked with mine and the back of him walking. When he stopped walking we were overlooking millions of trees and the ocean was just behind them. It was a breathtaking and beautiful view.