The seventh Kardashian~ Justin Bieber

Chapter 25

Getting a look from Fredo as I walked inside with a very drunk Nicole by my side, I only put my hand up to silence him. And it actually worked, as he took the hint to come and help me. Not that  I needed his help or anything, but a extra hand up the stairs wouldn't mind. 

Nicole didn't even notice Fredo's appearance and only hung tiredly on my shoulder. When we got to the bedroom, I told Fredo I could take it from here and thanked him for the help, before gently laying her on the bed pulling of her shoes and placing her purse on the dresser in the room. Tugging her gently inside of the sheets I was on my way out of the room when she tugged on my arm. 

"Please don't go." She said half a sleep. "I don't wanna be alone" she sniffled. Sighing I laid down beside her only for her to snuggle deep into my chest. I wrapped the sheets around us and drifted to sleep only a second later. 

NICOLE'S POV

Groaning I fluttered my eyes open, only to shut them again because of the bright light. 

"Ugh, how much did I drink last night?" I mumbled to myself. Trying to remember yesterdays events, but it was empty. Finally adjusting the bright light I opened my eyes ready to sit up only to be pushed back down.

"Ow, what the hell" I groaned and looked behind me to see Justin laying there sleeping peacefully. I panicked for a second and looked under the sheets and saw that my dress was still on. Thank God. What happened last night? Where am I and why the fuck are Justin here? 

"My head." I groaned a little to loudly causing Justin to wake up as well. 

"Why am I here, and what the fuck happened last night?" I groaned holding my head, because of the pain it was giving me.

"You seriously don't remember?" He asked yawning a bit. 

"Duhh.." I said like it was obvious. I hadn't asked if not. 

"You called me at the club yesterday, and you were VERY drunk, so I came and picked you up. And I took you here because you didn't want your parents to know. And what the hell where you thinking? You're seventeen for God sake, Nicole. What if a paparazzi caught you, what will you do then.. HUH??" Justin said raising his voice, clearly angry with my actions. 

"God, not so loud." I whined. Justin sighed and climbed out of the bed. 

I suddedly panicked thinking that I have an attendance to speak my mind and truth when I'm drunk. At least thats what I've heard. 

"Did I say or do something inappropriate last night?" I asked Justin carefully as he was on his way out of the room. But he stopped mid-track when I asked. 

"Um, no. Not that I remember." He replied not so sure of himself, before he walked out. Leaving me alone. Yeah that sounded convincing. He came back only a moment later with some clothes and some water. 

"Here drink this and take this. It will make you feel better, and here is some clothes if you wanna shower, plus there is a toothbrush in the drawer in the bathroom." He said laying the clothes on the bed beside me. "I'll be downstairs." He said walking out again.  

...

Walking downstairs I had gotten a pair of probably his Calvin Klein boxers, some grey Nike sweatpants and a grey matching sweater. It was a little big, but it was better than nothing. And my long brown hair hung down my back a bit wet since I didn't bother to blow dry it. When I came downstairs I had to search for the kitchen, the same I did upstairs when I searched for the stairs. This place was massive. 

"Hmm, this way" I mumbled to myself as I walked down the hall. Rounding a corner I came directly into the kitchen and I was met with the smell of bacon and eggs. Mm, yummy. And not to mention the shirtless Justin at the stove, with the same sweatpants as me on. Please God, seriously. Why does he have to be so damn attractive. As I stared at his back for what seemed like an hour. He cleared his throat. 

"I know I'm attractive, but breakfast is ready so you can take a seat." He said turning around with that smirk of his. And it only know accrued to me that he had showered as well, due his hair was a little wet. 

Blushing causing him to chuckle I made my way over to the table, and sat down. I could get used to this, I thought. Thinking about Justin in the kitchen, shirtless making me breakfast, but as soon as that thought appeared I brushed it of. Not the right time, Nicole. 

Justin placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me and himself and a glass of orange juice to each of us as he sat down across from me. 

It was silent as I ate the first bite of my food, like he was waiting for my response because he kept looking at me without touching his food. 

"It's good." I smiled at him. He gave me a toothless smile back without any emotion as he began picking in his food. It looked like something was bothering him, but I couldn't tell what. 

It was an awkward silence as we ate. And it was killing me. Seriously, now he decides to shut up?

"Can't believe I'm saying this." I mumbled causing Justin to look at me.

"What's wrong? It looks like your cat died or something." I asked laying my knife and fork on the table and crossed my arm over my chest. 

"Nothing" He mumbled as he kept picking on his food. I rolled my eyes.

"God, you sound like a girl. Tell me, did I do something wrong?" I asked curious, this was not the Justin I knew, because he would have come with a witty comeback and a smirk playing on his lips.

"Why did you do it?" He asked suddenly looking up from his food and straight in my eyes. 

"Not what I expected, but do what exactly?"I asked unsure. Have I done something wrong, because I couldn't think of anything. 

"Get drunk last night and on a club at the age of seventeen when you don't like the attention, because I remember very well you crying because of an Ellen interview because you didn't wanna be in the spotlight." He stated looking me deep in the eyes. Okay. I did not expect that at all.  

"I had a rough week and I wanted to do something fun, that's why." I answered annoyed, why would he ask such things.

"Thats a stupid thing to do Nicole and you know it. Anyone could have seen it and luckily for you, there's nothing in the media, yet!"

"Like you didn't get drunk and go to clubs at the age of seventeen, ohh thats right your the golden boy, you don't do such things. You only get arrested in Miami for DUI." I said clearly hitting a nerve there, because his eyes got darker the minute I mentioned arrested. 

"You don't know what the hell you're talking about." He spat, fury clearly evident in his eyes  and voice.

Standing up from my chair in pure anger I looked down at him.

"Neither do you, fucking asshole." I said storming out of the kitchen and upstairs. Fucking Idiot.