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

Chapter Forty

Lucy's P.O.V.

I sniffed and turned and shifted on my bed but I just couldn't find the right position to lay. I was sick. I was so sick, I thought I was going to die. Literally. I'm such a drama queen sometimes but I can't help myself.

"Hunny I'll be leaving for work in ten. Are you sure you don't need anything?" my mum yelled from downstairs. It was raining cows outside and it was freezing as fuck.

"N-no mum. Thanks" I stuttered, shaking under the covers. Thank not only god but Jesus that's Friday today and I don't have school tomorrow. Maybe god is starting to like me and be on my side for once.

Strange.

I closed my eyes, taking a long sigh before trying to persuade myself to sleep. Nothing seemed to work. My eyes shot open at the sound of the doorbell. Who can be at the door at, I turned to my side table to see the time, nine o'clock at night?

I heard talking coming from downstairs before the front door shut closed again, soon enough followed by my mother's car engine starting and driving away. I sighed. I was officially alone...and sick.

Or so I thought. My eyes narrowed at the sound which seemed to come closer to me. Is somebody in the house? I pulled the covers completely over my head, maybe if the killer or the thief saw I was sleeping wouldn't kill me. I'm such a smartass sometimes. I'm proud of myself.

"I brought a movie and my company" Justin's cheering voice almost gave me a heart attack as he burst into my room. I rolled my eyes getting out of the covers and sitting on my bed, my hair flying to all kinds of directions.

Justin chuckled at the sight of me.

"What?" I snapped, trying to tamed my hair with my hands. "Never seen a sick girl before?" I sniffed for more affection.

"Never seen that big of a drama queen before" he smirked, bending in front of my DVD and putting in the disk.

I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "What are you doing?"

"What does it looks like I'm doing?" he raised his eyebrows, standing up and turning around to look at me.

"No. Seriously. What are you doing here? What do you want?"

He shrugged. "You didn't come to therapy today so Susan called me to cancel the meeting, very thoughtful of you to let me know by the way" he said sarcastically as he sat next to me on the bed, slowly raising his legs to lay himself more properly.

"Are you insane? Get away from me. You'll get sick too" I panicked, scooping at the other side of the bed, away from him as possible.

Justin rolled his eyes, a small smirk playing on his lips as he raised the bed covers and got under them.

"I don't mind" he simply explained, shifting a little to make himself more comfortable.

"Justin." I said very seriously, giving him the look.

"Lucy." he mimicked me. Giving me the look.

I looked away. It's been four days since Justin and I started taking things more clam now. I mean I wouldn't be that angry at him but I will still try to keep my distance. I could tell Justin didn't like it much but he appreciate the non-fighting -that-often thing.

"I'm sick bro. Just let me be" I dramatically plopped myself on the bed, pulling the covers all the way up, covering me completely. My eyes widen in shock as I felt Justin's arm sneaking its way around my waist and pulling me up to his chest. My breath hitched in my throat as Justin had me close to him. My head laying on his chest.