Started With a Lie

Chapter Nine: Another Big Mistake

Madison

I yawned, exhausted from the long night. It's already 2 a.m, and here I am, laying with Justin on his bed.

"Tired?" he questioned, shifting his body to the side to face me.

"Nope, I'm absolutely energized," I sarcastically say, smiling weakly.

"Ha–ha," he shook his head at my sarcasm, "Just sleep, I can already see bags forming under your eyes." He chuckled.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes, standing up from his bed. I felt him grip onto my wrist, pulling me back down, but this time onto his chest.

"And where do you think you're going?" He smirked, our faces extremely close to each other.

I cleared my throat, feeling hot and bothered by the distance, "To my room," I replied, calmly.

"Hmm," he sarcastically thought, "I think you're perfectly fine here."

"You already kept me up for four hours, Justin. Just let me sleep." I groaned, trying to get out of his grip.

He held on tighter, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Okay, okay. I'll let you sleep."

I nodded in satisfaction, getting ready to stand up.

"But..." he trailed off, causing me to groan.

"What now?" I asked with frustration. I was so tired, even the floor looks good to sleep on right now.

"You have to sleep here." He smirked.

Lord have mercy.

"Fine, whatever." I gave in, not in the mood for his constant begging and pouting.

He looked taken aback that I'd agreed so easily, but that shock was soon replaced by his very infamous smirk. I rolled my eyes, standing up.

Wait, there's only one bed – ugh, fuck my life.

"Don't get any ideas." I jabbed a finger at him warningly. He held his arms up in defense, standing up too.

He prepared the bed, soon after rummaging through his luggage.

"Here," He threw a white v-neck at me, "Wear this."

"Uhm, aren't you kinda missing something?" I questioned, looking at the huge shirt he just handed me.

"Like?" He ripped his shirt off, taking off his pants too.

"Pants?" I continued, trying to keep my eyes off of him. He just stood there, in his Calvin's, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world.

"You'll be fine." He smirked, sliding in under the covers. He gazed at me, chuckling a bit. "If you're worried about changing in front of me, don't. There's nothing I haven't seen before." He grinned.

I looked at him in disgust, rushing off to the bathroom. I quickly changed into the shirt, which ended mid-thigh. I sighed, tying my long locks into a messy bun.