No Pressure [HIATUS]

Chapter 2

The date, to Beverly's standards, had gone amazingly. Not that she had extremely high standards, but Justin had treated her well and she had a good time, and so, yes, the date was in fact enjoyable.

Justin had completely lost himself in the moment, completely forgetting that the whole thing had been set up by his management. And boy, had he completely forgotten the snide comment he had made towards her the other day.

Beverly, too, however she had only forgotten so because she had pushed it to the back of her mind, and convinced herself that she would have a nice evening.

Their conversation was naturally flowing, no awkward pauses, or even so if there were some silent pauses, they were always comfortable. They had really... clicked.

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A loud erupting buzz came from beside me, not only scaring the shit out of me, but making me fall from the bed. "Fuck, shit, ow." I grumble angrily, picking up my phone. 

It was them.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Ms. Landon. We've been trying to reach you. Mr. Bieber hasn't been picking up his calls either, so we thought you could inform him that you two need to publicise your relationship some more,"

Some more? What in the actual..? Me and Justin had been on a date which seemed to have gone on for hours yesterday, filled with continuous paparazzi shots, and they wanted more public attention? We had barely started this plan, this.. whatever it was, and they were already on my ass about it.

"So, we wanted to get you guys out again. However, something a little more casual. We'll be texting you the details, and would you be so kind to inform Mr. Bieber this too? Thanks." They hung up before I could even finish my sentence, leaving me to let out a huff, so I placed my phone down.

Justin wasn't answering his calls? Weird. The boy looked like he practically lived with his eyes glued to his phone. Well, that was what it was like at the meeting anyway. He gave me the impression of just not caring about what was going on around him.

Standing up from the spot I had fallen from, I groan as I look down at myself, in only my lingerie.

I barely remembered yesterday, I had completely passed out. Turning around, my eyes widened, a yelp escaping from my lips unintentionally.

Justin, scared out of his mind, dropped from the bed also. "What the fuck?" He groaned, starting to stand. In only his boxers.

What, in the name of God, happened?

"Jesus Christ, Beverly." He mutters, now fully stood up. He takes one good look at me, biting his lip.

"Stop having eye sex with me!" I squeal, grabbing a pillow to cover myself. "Oh come on now. I wasn't!" He defends, laughing slightly. Cheeky son of a bitch.

"What even happened? And who called?" He questioned.

"I.. don't know, and your management. We apparently have something else to do." I mumble, cheeks flushed red.

"You're cute when you blush." It slips out of Justin's mouth, I could tell by his panicked face after he'd said so. I bend down and grab his clothes, chucking them at him.

"Go put some clothes on, then we can talk. If you wanna shower, there's another bathroom down the hall to the right, and the towels are in the bottom left cabinet." I explain, grabbing my towel, now wrapping it around me.

Much obliged, he nods and thanks me.

"By the way, I meant it. I'll uh, take up your offer and shower, 'n' I'll see you right after, mami."

And I was off into the bathroom, blushing like a mad woman yet feeling blissful in the feeling of having impressed him.