I fell in love with Justin Bieber but Harry Styles thinks I'm his mate?!1?!11?

Chaptah Uno

I opened my eyes to the blinding golden light that had erupted through my window. I could hear the sound of my dad screaming at me, but blocked it out as a rubbed my eyes and climbed out of bed. A door slammed shut as my father left my bedroom, screaming profanities as he did.

My name is Lexi Robertson. I’m 16, blonde, and curvy in all the right places. I live with my dad and my older brother Brad, who is perfect and makes me look like a failure. They both hate me for no apparent reason, but sometimes I think its because I grew up to look exactly like my mum.

All I really have is music and my friends, Justin and Tiffany Bieber, especially after my mum died in a plane crash when i was 5.

My life sucks.

I climbed out of the shower and blow dried my hair to give it a bohemian curl. I decided to  leave my hair to fall naturally over my shoulders. I pulled my denim high waist shorts on over my underwear and tucked my sleeveless button up shirt into them. I brushed a quick layer of foundation over my skin before combing my eyelashes with mascara and giving my hair one last flick over my shoulder as i trudged downstairs in my Vans.

I grabbed my hand bag and headed for the front door but before i could open it I was stopped by my Dad’s body blocking it. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To Justin’s concert,” I muttered, staring at my Vans.

“I don’t think so,” He scolded.

“Why not! I promised him I’d go!”

“Well bad luck, I don’t want you to get hurt. Besides they’re bad news.”

“You never let me go anywhere! Why can’t i go?”

“I said no, that’s final.”

“Mom would have let me go.”

My dad stared at me, and I knew i had gone to far. He raised his arm and pointed to the door before muttering, “Out.” I just stared back at him.

“GET OUT.” He shouted, “AND DON’T COME BACK.”

I flung the door open as he shouted, slamming it behind me before running down the path out the front of our house and continuing down the street. I felt tears streaming down my face as I ran, but i didn’t stop until i turned down the familiar street that I’d known most of my life. I came to a halt outside a white two-story house that belonged to my childhood bestfriends, Justin and Tiff.

Their mom Patti and my mom were best friends since middle school, so it was only natural that Justin and his twin Tiff and I became lifelong friends. After the plane crash that killed my mother, Patti practically adopted me into the family, especially after my Dad’s depression caused him to have mood swings that he’d take out on me.

I burst through the door and ran crying to Justin’s room. I didn’t even bother knocking on the door, slamming through it to find him lying on his bed shirtless listening to music. I threw myself into him, wrapping arms around his torso. “What’s going on, Lexi?”

Justin sat himself up on his bed and squeezed me tightly. I couldn’t stop crying, so i didn’t answer and just buried my head into his shoulder.

“Lexi?”

“Dad kicked me out.”

“Really, why?”

“He didn’t want me to go to your concert tomorrow, then we got in a massive argument and I said something about mum. Then he told me never to come back!”

“You can stay here if you want,” he whispered as he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

I nodded through my tears. I heard footsteps down the hall as Tiffany came running into Justin’s room.

“Hey Justin, do you know where my-,” She stopped mid sentence as she looked up to find me sitting beside him on his bed, “What happened honey?”

“Her dad kicked her out,” Justin told her.

“You can stay here!” Tiffany said, maybe a little to excitedly.

“Hey, i’ll give up my room for you. Can’t force you to sleep on the couch after what you’ve been through,” Justin suggested.

“No, i can’t let you do that.”

“No its okay, really.”

I didn’t argue any further. In all the time i’d known Justin, i knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer this time.

- Later that night -

I didn’t need to look at the clock to know that it was nearly three in the morning. I rolled over on Justin’s bed, snuggling into the sheets. I couldn’t help but let a few tears roll down my face. I didn’t understand what was going on, only that dad was hella pissed and had kicked me out. I felt myself cry harder as I thought about my mom.

It had been nearly eleven years since she had died, but it was still just as hard on us as ever. I heard soft footsteps between my sobbing as Justin peered through the gap in the door. He pushed it open slightly and stuck his head around to see what was going on. His perfect brown eyes darted to my face before he came in and sat on the end of the bed.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand but the tears didn’t stop coming. I felt Justin’s strong arms wrap around me and pull me into a tight hug. I snuggled into his bare chest as we cuddled for a long while on his bed. After what felt like a lifetime, Justin pulled me away from him so he could look at me.

“It’ll be okay,” He whispered.

He tucked a stray strand of my blonde hair behind my ear before placing his hand on my cheek and gently wiping a tear from under my eye. Our faces we inches apart and I could feel his gentle, shuddered breaths on my cheeks. Justin dropped his gaze from my eyes to my lips, before running his tongue along his own. I bit my lip as Justin moved closer to me.

Our noses were touching now, and I held my breath as he pressed his lips against mine, gently at first, but then more passionately. I didn’t pull away at first, instead returning his kiss just as hungrily. I felt Justin’s hand run up up my back inside my shirt and i froze. I pulled away from him and we both stared at each other for a few seconds before I ran out of the room. What had i just done????Q?@?!?!?!?~?!?!?!???/¿¿¿¿?<Z>??>???