As Long As You Love Me - A Justin Bieber Love Story

twelve

12.

Dylan’s POV;

I held Vince steady as I opened up the door to an empty house. My parents were gone again, and Ryan was still at the party with Justin and Frankie. I slammed the door shut with my foot and locked it. I helped Vince up the stairs and led him towards my room. I laid him on the bed and took off his shoes. I was far too good to him, considering what he had just done. I pulled my dress off and searched my drawers for my shorts and a tank top. When I turned back around, Vince was staring at me, lying in just his boxers. I pulled my shorts on and tugged the t-shirt on over my head, making my way for the door.

“Wait, Dylan, don’t go.” Vince whispered.

I looked at him and crossed my arms. “You’re tired Vince sleep.”

“I got used to the feeling with you falling asleep in my arms…”

I closed my eyes and cursed myself for letting me fall in so deep. I walked over to my bed and peeled the blankets back to move towards Vince. When I was all done and situated, he pulled me closer and scoot down so he could nuzzle his head in my neck.  “Do you still love me?” I heard myself ask.

Vince looked up at me and nodded, “I’ll always love you Dylan. I just made a mistake, I promise it won’t ever happen again, no more parties, no more drinking, no more friendly conversations with any other girl but you. You’re all I want Dylan, I swear.”

I chewed at my bottom lip and nodded, snuggling closer to him and surrendering myself to the sleep that overcame me.

~

I woke up in the morning to kisses being placed softly on my lips. I opened my eyes and saw Vince looking down at me, with his arms still tight around my waist.

“Good morning beautiful.” He smiled.

“Good morning.” I yawned, my voice sounding all gross and scratchy.

“Can I have a kiss? Or is that asking too much?” Vince whispered.

I looked down, “Actually, you should go. It’s almost noon and my parents will be back soon.”

“Oh, okay. I see, I’ll just get dressed and leave.” He muttered.

Ryan’s POV;

Frankie, Justin and I were all sitting downstairs, satisfied with ourselves, congratulating each other on our greatest accomplishment. I heard a door open and we all shut up. I saw Dylan coming downstairs with…Vince? “What is he doing here?” I asked through clench teeth.

Frankie stopped eating his cereal and stood up. “Dylan, seriously? This kid cheats on you and you take him back?”

“He was just leaving guys.” Dylan whispered, eying Justin.

“Call me later?” Vince whispered.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll do that.” She smiled, kissing his cheek softly.

When the door closed Justin said, “So you slept with him?”

“What?” Dylan retorted.

“You slept with him.” Frankie mimicked Justin.

“I slept in the same bed with him yes; did I have sex with him? No.” Dylan groaned.

“Why would you let him back in so easily?” I asked.

“Why are you all of a sudden in my business? What happens between Vince and I, happens between Vince and I.”

“We’re just looking out for you Dylan.” I said cautiously.

“I don’t need you to look out for me Ryan.” Dylan muttered as the phone rang. I reached for the phone but Dylan caught it before I did. She didn’t even get to say hello before Lacey started rambling on the other end. “Um, who is this?”

I looked at Justin and Frankie and I swear I heard all our hearts speed up at once. “Just give me the phone.” I choked out.

Dylan smacked my hand out, “Lacey, is this you?”

Dylan’s POV;

“Um… I’m calling for Ryan?” Lacey said on the other end.

“What do you want?” I spat. The audacity of this girl! You call my house after making out with my boyfriend, and then act like everything is okay.

“Well, I guess I should apologize to you, Dylan. I was only doing my job.” She muttered.

“Your job?” I blurted out.

“Give me the phone!” Ryan yelled.

“Yeah, your brother, Justin and Frankie asked me to make out with Vince for some lame reason. Something like he wasn’t good enough for you or something.”

I cut my eyes at Ryan and threw the phone at his chest. “I hate you. I hate all of you.” I said, before storming up the stairs.

[A/N]

Yes it’s short but I’m starting a new trend. When I get 10 votes and 7 comments is when I’ll post the next chapter. The longer it takes for me to get both, the longer it takes for me to upload the chapter. Personally I think it’s fair because I’m putting in a lot of work for these chapters for people to not be happy with everything. Considering I could just stop. All the rude messages I’ve been receiving actually kind of hurt considering I push my school work aside just to write chapters for you guys. I’m also rushed to upload so yeah. This is what’s gonna happen from now on for all more stories. I’m just tired of being harassed for no reason.