sorry // justin bieber

48.- not going to show you my boobs

Halley

"Turn to the left here" I point out to the following street. "Now to the right and we're at my street" I smile, "that's my house".

Justin parks his car in front of the three floor building that happens to be my home.

"It's not very fancy, really" I warn him.

"I've never wanted a castle" he shrugs, raising one brow carelessly. 

I turn the key on the lock and the door to my house is open. I come in and invite Justin to do the same. He takes a few steps in, looking around.

"Where is the bathroom?" he asks, "I want to take off this thing" explains while rubbing his cheeks with his hands.

"It's in here" I open the door on the hallway for him, "don't worry, I'll give you a tour later". He smiles before closing the door behind him.

"Mom?" I yell while going into the kitchen, where there is no sign of my mother. "Mom?" I repeat with one foot on the stairs. She must be at work. Good, I haven't even told her I've talking to Justin. Much less inviting him over.

When Justin gets out of the bathroom he is no longer wearing his sunglasses or snapback, and he's removed the fake beard from his face. He looks like an angel.

"I must say your bathroom is lovely and smells very nice" while rubbing his hands with the lotion my mother keeps on the guest bathroom for the visits.

"Glad you liked it"

"Now" he says, clapping his hands, "what was that thing you wanted to show me?"

"Come here" I say waving my hand for him to follow me as I climb up the stairs. "It's in my bedroom"

"Just so we're clear" he says behind me, "this is not like one of those dirty fanfiction, right, Halley?"

I laugh out loud and shake my head.

"Relax, Justin. I'm not going to show you my boobs"

We get to the third floor and I stop in front of my bedroom door.

"You must feel honored, mister" I tell him with my hand on the knob. "Not many people have I let into my bedroom"

He makes a little reverence by bending his legs and lowering his head.

"Well" I tell him, my hand nervously turning the knob to the right and pushing the wooden piece to the inside, "mi casa es tu casa" I laugh and move a side, letting him in.