#recommended: Just A Fan { Justin Bieber love story }

Chapter Twenty Seven: Florida Part 2

Lucy's P.O.V.

My bitchiness has somehow calmed down those days. It has already been two days since the day of the 'accident' and you could tell i felt better.

The good thing about this whole story is that Justin wouldn't leave my side. He would always keep an eye on me just in case i need something or something happens.

Today we had all decided to go to the pool. Yes, this gigantic house had also a pool. Yesterday was the show and there's only two days left for the other one.

I sighed as i put my short and t-shirt over my bathing suit. There's no way in hell I'm going to the pool like this. The bruise on my stomach was still visible and disgusting. I couldn't bare it myself, let alone have others seen it.

I sighed as i laid on my bed. No way In hell I'm getting out of here. Not looking like this.

I started playing random games on my phone, still on my bed when suddenly the door open. I furrowed my eyebrows my eyes looking away from my phone screen and towards the door where a shirtless Justin was standing.

I swallowed hard as he made his way to me, his muscles moving along with him, his new crown tattoo in clear view to my greedy eyes. His hair looking so soft, the only thing you want is to run your fingers through it.

Gosh, he was so perfect.

My eyes flew from his flawless hair to his so plump pink lips which my the way were moving. Shit. "Uhm, what?" i asked awkwardly, giving him a weak smile.

He chuckled before crossing his arms in front of his chest. His muscled flexing now more.

Sweet baby Jesus.

"Aren't you coming down to the pool? Everyone's there..." his eyes scanned my body, seeing that i was already wearing my bathing suit. I should have taken it off but whatever.

"Oh, i uh, i think I'm gonna stay inside today.." i smiled again awkwardly.

He narrowed his eyes at me before sitting at the edge of my bed. "Why?"

I sighed, my back falling back to the bed again as i stareD intently the ceiling. "I'm tired" i shrugged.

Truth is, i was sick being in this room. I was trying to forget about my problems, the depression coming back but due to my motherfucking hell of a big bruise i can't do that.

"Don't lie to me" he playfully rolled his eyes, his back falling next to me on the bed, him staring at the ceiling as well. "Is it because of Ryan and Chaz?"

I looked at him from the corner of my eyes. "What? Of course not. I'm just not in the mood" i shrugged again.

"I think I've told you before, i hate liars" he was saying, turning to one side, plopping on his elbow to face me, his breath hitting on my jawline.

I tensed up. I can't have him so close to me. Even the fact that he is now looking at me, examining my face, probably pointing out each and every one of my flaws is making me nervous.

"Who told you I'm lying?" i asked, plopping on my elbow as well, coming face to face with him now as our gazes locked.

Justin's eyes traveled down my face and stopped at the top of my jean shirts where my belly was a bit showing since my t-shirt must have raised a little up. I was about to pull my shirt down when Justin's hand stopped me.

He gently took the cloth in his hands and slowly raised up my shirt, his eyes coming into view of my bruise. He scanned the damaged that has been done to me before he flickered his eyes back to mine. I immedietly looked away before biting down on my lip.